<?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-6796660972541142584</id><updated>2012-01-09T08:48:01.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fordneys World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-3795443045564248141</id><published>2010-01-06T07:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:56:14.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Dead- for now</title><content type='html'>After being pestered by the Hounds of Hell, I have decided to post some more pictures and perhaps continue down this dangerous path of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our trip to temple square this year (thanks for coming Yearsleys!)&lt;br /&gt;Interesting side note about this trip, Owen was hiding/dodging a "secret agent" the whole time, so he pretty much army rolled up and down all the sidewalks. This in turn encouraged Molly to try to army roll with him- it was special :) People probably think our kids have a very unique form of tourettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/S0SxSWAUy0I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Uhr7YIJLSe8/s1600-h/2009+Nov+-+Dec+(owens+birthday)+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423654779963624258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/S0SxSWAUy0I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Uhr7YIJLSe8/s400/2009+Nov+-+Dec+(owens+birthday)+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/S0SxIylvwiI/AAAAAAAAAqI/uIVNqRtkSfE/s1600-h/2009+Nov+-+Dec+(owens+birthday)+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423654615838081570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/S0SxIylvwiI/AAAAAAAAAqI/uIVNqRtkSfE/s400/2009+Nov+-+Dec+(owens+birthday)+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/S0Sw3qsOpEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/kpz5i9t4ZrA/s1600-h/2009+Nov+-+Dec+(owens+birthday)+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423654321660011586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/S0Sw3qsOpEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/kpz5i9t4ZrA/s400/2009+Nov+-+Dec+(owens+birthday)+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/S0SwnP6V8eI/AAAAAAAAAp4/So5pxZIOlMo/s1600-h/2009+Nov+-+Dec+(owens+birthday)+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423654039593546210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/S0SwnP6V8eI/AAAAAAAAAp4/So5pxZIOlMo/s400/2009+Nov+-+Dec+(owens+birthday)+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6796660972541142584-3795443045564248141?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3795443045564248141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=3795443045564248141' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/3795443045564248141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/3795443045564248141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-from-dead-for-now.html' title='Back from the Dead- for now'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/S0SxSWAUy0I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Uhr7YIJLSe8/s72-c/2009+Nov+-+Dec+(owens+birthday)+153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-208009075692854758</id><published>2009-03-03T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:18:30.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii</title><content type='html'>Here are just a few of our pictures from our Hawaii vacation.  It was beautiful, warm, and quite honestly a paradise on earth.  Blake wants us to sell everything and move there.  Wouldn't it be nice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3IGW3nKBI/AAAAAAAAAps/PQwHqsw6_mk/s1600-h/Hawaii_2009_083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309119547283286034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3IGW3nKBI/AAAAAAAAAps/PQwHqsw6_mk/s400/Hawaii_2009_083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3HxXx8BAI/AAAAAAAAApk/KUe6QOBs8ss/s1600-h/2009+-+2-10+-+Hawaii+(last+day%26beach)+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309119186750669826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3HxXx8BAI/AAAAAAAAApk/KUe6QOBs8ss/s400/2009+-+2-10+-+Hawaii+(last+day%26beach)+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3HRZyUxrI/AAAAAAAAApc/Fpvi2UTt8mM/s1600-h/2009+-+2-10+-+Hawaii+(last+day%26beach)+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309118637533349554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3HRZyUxrI/AAAAAAAAApc/Fpvi2UTt8mM/s400/2009+-+2-10+-+Hawaii+(last+day%26beach)+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3GZ3Li74I/AAAAAAAAApU/PSvZG57NE1M/s1600-h/2009+-+2-9-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+Lauau+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309117683351089026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3GZ3Li74I/AAAAAAAAApU/PSvZG57NE1M/s400/2009+-+2-9-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+Lauau+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3GFA2cpgI/AAAAAAAAApM/JYgGKJGq3bg/s1600-h/2009+-+2-9-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+Lauau+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309117325169698306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3GFA2cpgI/AAAAAAAAApM/JYgGKJGq3bg/s400/2009+-+2-9-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+Lauau+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3FblGHcNI/AAAAAAAAApE/XMPXddNmCbg/s1600-h/2009+-+2-8-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+(2)+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309116613344587986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3FblGHcNI/AAAAAAAAApE/XMPXddNmCbg/s400/2009+-+2-8-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+(2)+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3FNVnbfjI/AAAAAAAAAo8/jAotaCxmc7A/s1600-h/2009+-+2-8-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+(2)+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309116368671178290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3FNVnbfjI/AAAAAAAAAo8/jAotaCxmc7A/s400/2009+-+2-8-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+(2)+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3FDyL1oqI/AAAAAAAAAo0/6M49aA0ZD84/s1600-h/2009+-+2-8-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+(2)+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309116204541387426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3FDyL1oqI/AAAAAAAAAo0/6M49aA0ZD84/s400/2009+-+2-8-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+(2)+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3EGnHXZ8I/AAAAAAAAAos/bjnZJHJeVcc/s1600-h/2009+-+2-8-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309115153597818818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3EGnHXZ8I/AAAAAAAAAos/bjnZJHJeVcc/s400/2009+-+2-8-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3ChTFsbsI/AAAAAAAAAok/11HqnzA4c78/s1600-h/2009+-+2-6-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309113413055311554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3ChTFsbsI/AAAAAAAAAok/11HqnzA4c78/s400/2009+-+2-6-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3CIz2cWzI/AAAAAAAAAoc/njnZYU2ZOZY/s1600-h/2009+-+2-6-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309112992352983858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3CIz2cWzI/AAAAAAAAAoc/njnZYU2ZOZY/s400/2009+-+2-6-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3B8u0FXdI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qOrL8dpjlvg/s1600-h/2009+-+2-6-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309112784842481106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3B8u0FXdI/AAAAAAAAAoU/qOrL8dpjlvg/s400/2009+-+2-6-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3BsWZWQcI/AAAAAAAAAoM/LuiEf9zEhGA/s1600-h/2009+-+2-6-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309112503409983938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3BsWZWQcI/AAAAAAAAAoM/LuiEf9zEhGA/s400/2009+-+2-6-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-208009075692854758?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/208009075692854758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=208009075692854758' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/208009075692854758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/208009075692854758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2009/03/hawaii.html' title='Hawaii'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/Sa3IGW3nKBI/AAAAAAAAAps/PQwHqsw6_mk/s72-c/Hawaii_2009_083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-4189867884547511322</id><published>2009-02-14T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:18:46.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a Test, this is only a test.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SZezxr70xXI/AAAAAAAAAnc/dgma6UM1t9k/s1600-h/2009+-+2-9-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+Lauau+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SZezxr70xXI/AAAAAAAAAnc/dgma6UM1t9k/s320/2009+-+2-9-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+Lauau+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-4189867884547511322?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4189867884547511322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=4189867884547511322' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/4189867884547511322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/4189867884547511322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-test-this-is-only-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SZezxr70xXI/AAAAAAAAAnc/dgma6UM1t9k/s72-c/2009+-+2-9-2009+-+Hawaii+Kauai+Lauau+131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-2574261500134439216</id><published>2009-01-04T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:29:03.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The spoils of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SWGF_cbHgaI/AAAAAAAAAnI/H8sOYWknAzk/s1600-h/2008+-+december+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287654762517856674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SWGF_cbHgaI/AAAAAAAAAnI/H8sOYWknAzk/s400/2008+-+december+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SWGFtZkDBdI/AAAAAAAAAnA/BMg2_RbtpcA/s1600-h/2008+-+december+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287654452512359890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SWGFtZkDBdI/AAAAAAAAAnA/BMg2_RbtpcA/s400/2008+-+december+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If ever you happen to wander over to the Hunsaker household more likely than not you will find Owen's shirt, pants, and diaper/underwear stuffed with his Christmas gifts. Although in fairness to O, most of these gifts are swords, guns, battle axes, flashlights, binoculars, and various other weapons and instruments of destruction; which belong on a holster, belt, or one of those nifty back sword-carriers. He is just being practical in how he lugs everything around.&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/6796660972541142584-2574261500134439216?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2574261500134439216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=2574261500134439216' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/2574261500134439216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/2574261500134439216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2009/01/spoils-of-christmas.html' title='The spoils of Christmas'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SWGF_cbHgaI/AAAAAAAAAnI/H8sOYWknAzk/s72-c/2008+-+december+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-8260132263129808233</id><published>2008-12-04T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:45:46.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>For an accounting of our family Thanksgiving please go to my sisters &lt;a href="http://thegtrain5.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;.  She did a good job of summarizing it.  But, I was not lactating and I won, not her.  She gets confused sometimes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-8260132263129808233?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/8260132263129808233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=8260132263129808233' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/8260132263129808233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/8260132263129808233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-3564405780720413145</id><published>2008-11-11T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:08:45.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday O!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Owen's third birthday. I cannot believe how the time flies. Please enjoy the pictures from our family celebration. Also, it is a kitty cat cake, that is what he wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SRmtdKaCUGI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/UfoRQ8bde8A/s1600-h/2008+Nov+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267431955707875426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SRmtdKaCUGI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/UfoRQ8bde8A/s400/2008+Nov+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen opening his presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SRmtW4RtL4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/bO7bl-mwszg/s1600-h/2008+Nov+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267431847761883010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SRmtW4RtL4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/bO7bl-mwszg/s400/2008+Nov+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen with his new kitty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SRmtHH-JB1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/2r9TLB9dznc/s1600-h/2008+Nov+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267431577096882002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SRmtHH-JB1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/2r9TLB9dznc/s400/2008+Nov+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SRms1FBE75I/AAAAAAAAAk4/Jqp3f9BBX3U/s1600-h/2008+Nov+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267431267066245010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SRms1FBE75I/AAAAAAAAAk4/Jqp3f9BBX3U/s400/2008+Nov+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SRmsrOUXrvI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Q2WhSxlbgTo/s1600-h/2008+Nov+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267431097764392690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SRmsrOUXrvI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Q2WhSxlbgTo/s400/2008+Nov+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute.  He loves his little kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SRmsQQJj3tI/AAAAAAAAAko/wd5EOn5z5Bg/s1600-h/2008+Nov+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267430634399456978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SRmsQQJj3tI/AAAAAAAAAko/wd5EOn5z5Bg/s400/2008+Nov+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SRmsJJYsD_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/DiEyYXQaC8I/s1600-h/2008+Nov+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267430512324775922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SRmsJJYsD_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/DiEyYXQaC8I/s400/2008+Nov+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-3564405780720413145?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3564405780720413145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=3564405780720413145' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/3564405780720413145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/3564405780720413145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-o.html' title='Happy Birthday O!'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SRmtdKaCUGI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/UfoRQ8bde8A/s72-c/2008+Nov+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-5216970040174242251</id><published>2008-10-30T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:23:55.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Halloweenie things, and cute kids</title><content type='html'>Here is a hodge podge of pictures from over the last month. I don't post very often so they just get lumped into one big group. This first charming picture is of Owen in jail- oh how I wish it were true!!! He really can be sweet and cute- I swear he can!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SQ4YU1ElYeI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/-w_f8CYRSCg/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264171760565445090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SQ4YU1ElYeI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/-w_f8CYRSCg/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute little Owen with his vampire teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SQ4Xz7oGqII/AAAAAAAAAkI/LlP8pFThGFQ/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264171195389356162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SQ4Xz7oGqII/AAAAAAAAAkI/LlP8pFThGFQ/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first Snow (I know it was forever ago- but that's the way this blogger swings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SQ4XgLKYfRI/AAAAAAAAAkA/1KHQeYYpYcI/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264170855962279186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SQ4XgLKYfRI/AAAAAAAAAkA/1KHQeYYpYcI/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ward Halloween party. Owen is a spider and I am a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SQ4XYd8E_yI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ucYMy-Iuln4/s1600-h/DSC_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264170723563601698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SQ4XYd8E_yI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ucYMy-Iuln4/s400/DSC_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ward Halloween party. Molly is a ladybug eating a spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SQ4W1H22w2I/AAAAAAAAAjw/B8N6alCryag/s1600-h/DSC_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264170116340695906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SQ4W1H22w2I/AAAAAAAAAjw/B8N6alCryag/s400/DSC_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen at Thanksgiving point riding the ponies. So cute, but a little sad. Those ponies just go in a circle over and over and it is a little bit sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SQ4WQ8uvuvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/PASQkty6iAw/s1600-h/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264169494878599922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SQ4WQ8uvuvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/PASQkty6iAw/s400/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Molly, you are so cute and sweet. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SQp6Pc0SVbI/AAAAAAAAAjY/tpi3KMzkw24/s1600-h/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263153520387970482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SQp6Pc0SVbI/AAAAAAAAAjY/tpi3KMzkw24/s400/DSC_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-5216970040174242251?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/5216970040174242251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=5216970040174242251' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/5216970040174242251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/5216970040174242251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/10/snow-halloweenie-things-and-cute-kids.html' title='Snow, Halloweenie things, and cute kids'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SQ4YU1ElYeI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/-w_f8CYRSCg/s72-c/DSC_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-4379908091863485676</id><published>2008-10-16T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:36:27.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Tag</title><content type='html'>So Fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1.     Did you date someone from high school?&lt;/span&gt; So funny.  Not while in high school, which would have been social suicide for any self-respecting young man.  But, after I graduated and went away to school and learned how to be a girl (with make-up, hair and all that jazz) &amp;amp; then I dated a boy from high-school that I had a huge crush on (during high-school) but he was always WAY TOO cool for me.  Ahhhh, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. What kind of car did you drive?&lt;/span&gt; Um, I didn’t have a car.  That would have constituted some level of awesomeness that I did not have.  These legs were made for walking and that just what they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. What was the most embarrassing moment of high school for you?&lt;/span&gt;  Probably Junior Prom.  UGH!  I would post a picture of it- but I still am not over how horrific I looked.  Shout out to Martha for doing my hair (Hideous) and to my hoochie-mama girlfriends who assured me that my dress (think circa 1985) was indeed beautiful and current!  Sabotage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. Were you a party animal?&lt;/span&gt; Totally, if you consider a remaking of the Wayne’s World Bohemian Rhapsody video and taking my brother to a dance a party, then yeah, I am a party animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Were you considered a flirt?&lt;/span&gt; Didn’t even understand the basics, but I did wear a mean sweat pant and ponytail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir?&lt;/span&gt;  Both.  I rock!  Went on both band and choir tour and I was in the marching band!  Sweet!  Blake makes fun of me to this day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7. Were you a nerd?&lt;/span&gt; Interesting question.  What determines whether one is a nerd or not?   Is it taking an extra 5th period so that you can fit in all your desired classes?  Is it taking a ton of AP classes?  Is it marching in the band and having ice thrown at you during the football half-time show?  These are things that I will have to mull over while determining if I was indeed a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8. Were you on any varsity teams?&lt;/span&gt; Yes, the AP Calculus drill team.  It was a self-appointed title, but one that I took very seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9. Did you ever get suspended/expelled?&lt;/span&gt; Ha!  Disobey authority!? It never even entered my realm of existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10. Can you still sing the fight song?&lt;/span&gt; I think that I can hum it and I could probably whip it out on my freaking amazing clarinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11. Who were your favorite teachers?&lt;/span&gt; I loved my seminary teachers and I also thoroughly enjoyed all of my English teachers.  I love to read baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;12. Where did you sit during lunch?&lt;/span&gt; before we could drive, we had our sweet table where we'd eat Chick-Fil-A. Afterwards, we'd cram into Roz the Golf and head to "BurritoLand"! yes, 6 of us fit in my 2door hatchback!  (jeanna’s answer- dido for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;13. School mascot?&lt;/span&gt; The tigers!  I have the band jacket to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;14. Did you go to Homecoming? With whom?&lt;/span&gt; I think that I actually did go to one Homecoming (miracles of miracles that someone asked me!) and it was Beau Burgi.  I think that he was just trying to be nice to the nerdy girl in his ward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;15. If you could go back and do it again, would you?&lt;/span&gt; For the most part sure- I know that is sounds like I had a horrible high school experience.  But for the majority of it I was happily oblivious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;16. What do you remember most about graduation?&lt;/span&gt; That my hair actually looked decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;17. Where did you go for Senior Skip Day?&lt;/span&gt; Wasn’t that Seven Peaks Day?  I can’t believe that I actually wore a swimsuit in front of all those high school kids.  UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;18. Were you in any clubs?&lt;/span&gt; Oh you betcha!  NHS (National Honors Society), French Club, Acapella Choir, the Band Geeks, and please don’t forget the AP Calculus Drill team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;19. Have you gained some weight since then?&lt;/span&gt; Yup.  But for the most part I’ve actually liked my body better after high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;20. Who was your prom date?&lt;/span&gt; Daniel Solen- so sorry Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;21. Reunions: been to any?&lt;/span&gt; Went to my 10 year last summer (yes, it has been over 10 years!!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;22. Looking back, what advice would you give yourself?&lt;/span&gt; Enjoy your youth; be nice to everyone- because there is always someone else suffering more teenage angst than you,  and don’t wear sweatpants to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-4379908091863485676?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4379908091863485676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=4379908091863485676' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/4379908091863485676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/4379908091863485676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-school-tag.html' title='High School Tag'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-6042453640625340032</id><published>2008-10-08T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:33:31.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends and Milestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SO1Bqy6C0gI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/TLWO38pigkE/s1600-h/2008+Oct+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday I was able to get together with a couple of my college roomies. It was really fun. Some people never change and your relationship with them never changes and that is a wonderful thing. These girls know things about me that I don't even know!!! Oh the stories we could tell.... I love them and hope we can get together again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254928543686775298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SO1Bqy6C0gI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/TLWO38pigkE/s400/2008+Oct+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SO1BY39EQQI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gZTlMb83cIk/s1600-h/2008+Oct+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254928235803984130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SO1BY39EQQI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gZTlMb83cIk/s400/2008+Oct+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet, sweet Molly is 6 months old today!! Oh, how the time flies by. I love this age. She is so wonderful and cute. She was 16 lbs 12 oz (big girl!) and 26 1/2 inches (tall girl!). She is a sweet baby and we are very lucky to have her. She literally is all the things Owen wasn't as a baby :) Ohhh, I just want to squeeze those cute little cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SO1BNaqfBRI/AAAAAAAAAjA/NHac-yttN0c/s1600-h/2008+Oct+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254928038962857234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SO1BNaqfBRI/AAAAAAAAAjA/NHac-yttN0c/s400/2008+Oct+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SO1A6-okw4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/E-76nDwSF7k/s1600-h/2008+Oct+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254927722201006978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SO1A6-okw4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/E-76nDwSF7k/s400/2008+Oct+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-6042453640625340032?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6042453640625340032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=6042453640625340032' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/6042453640625340032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/6042453640625340032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-friends-and-milestones.html' title='Old Friends and Milestones'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SO1Bqy6C0gI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/TLWO38pigkE/s72-c/2008+Oct+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-8018165039780563485</id><published>2008-08-30T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:53:42.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life of a Spit-Up Monster</title><content type='html'>So.... Molly spits-up... A LOT. I thought I would chronicle an average day of spitting up just so we could remember all the good times. Ahhhh, wasn't it fun when...... I will number the spit-ups and the outfits. Also there are a few spit-ups that were inconvenient for a picture (shocking!) so I would add about two or three dooseys to the ones below for a real count of the average day. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Spit-up # 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Outfit # 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please take note of the projectile vomit to the side. It really is quite a talent, I am thinking of getting Molly a show in Vegas. Note the spread of liquid around the mass of the projectile, we've been working on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnWsDSnOMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Unevg2mDjL8/s1600-h/2008+Aug+spitup+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240455693708245186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnWsDSnOMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Unevg2mDjL8/s400/2008+Aug+spitup+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnWmwk00DI/AAAAAAAAAbw/zJUE0ePFg6s/s1600-h/2008+Aug+spitup+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240455602785013810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnWmwk00DI/AAAAAAAAAbw/zJUE0ePFg6s/s400/2008+Aug+spitup+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Spit-up # 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Outfit # 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She is quite pleased with herself and her performance here. Personally, I was a little disappointed- I have seen better from her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnWduzJNtI/AAAAAAAAAbo/0lB3YDDjTYo/s1600-h/2008+Aug+spitup+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240455447689377490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnWduzJNtI/AAAAAAAAAbo/0lB3YDDjTYo/s400/2008+Aug+spitup+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Spit-up # 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outfit # 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just a cute little one. This one was a little preview for the one coming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnWRlpChYI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jOC9OkCSayk/s1600-h/2008+Aug+spitup+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240455239072646530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnWRlpChYI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jOC9OkCSayk/s400/2008+Aug+spitup+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spit-up #4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still outfit # 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this one was awesome. I am glad that we didn't change her clothes after 3. Please take note of the trail of spit-up that leads to a little puddle behind her head- yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnWDxs55xI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Ajanvp8jwKM/s1600-h/2008+Aug+spitup+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240455001791915794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnWDxs55xI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Ajanvp8jwKM/s400/2008+Aug+spitup+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnV9SSam0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/DFe77Eq-Bhs/s1600-h/2008+Aug+spitup+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240454890280098626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnV9SSam0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/DFe77Eq-Bhs/s400/2008+Aug+spitup+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spit-up # 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outfit # 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another sideways one. How does she do it? My baby has MAD SKILLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnVkoQp1GI/AAAAAAAAAbI/G1-u_arnCWY/s1600-h/2008+Aug+spitup+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240454466681558114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnVkoQp1GI/AAAAAAAAAbI/G1-u_arnCWY/s400/2008+Aug+spitup+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnVeJhlmFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/OVru2cy_3PE/s1600-h/2008+Aug+spitup+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240454355351869522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnVeJhlmFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/OVru2cy_3PE/s400/2008+Aug+spitup+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spit-up #6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So Daddy-o took one for the team here. I love it when Blake gets splashed and yes I mean splashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnU6COXOxI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UFoJDVB_feI/s1600-h/2008+Aug+spitup+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240453734916897554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnU6COXOxI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UFoJDVB_feI/s400/2008+Aug+spitup+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnUsyyW2zI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Z6hlzXXZrQY/s1600-h/2008+Aug+spitup+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240453507434601266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnUsyyW2zI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Z6hlzXXZrQY/s400/2008+Aug+spitup+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spit-up # 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PJ'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bath them, drench them in sweet baby smelling lotion and this is how they repay you. Dang it all, she is just too cute to get mad at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnUWVVD1BI/AAAAAAAAAao/mEuTuj1zWiw/s1600-h/2008+Aug+spitup+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240453121569969170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnUWVVD1BI/AAAAAAAAAao/mEuTuj1zWiw/s400/2008+Aug+spitup+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spit-up #8&lt;br /&gt;Outfit- I've lost count- it's a bib and we were at Costco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the alien baby in these pictures is Molly. She launched one at Costco and Blake took some shots with his camera, hence the weird looking head and the tiny pictures. It is hard to see, but trust me, this was a goooood spit-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnUCU7C_-I/AAAAAAAAAag/18nZ1x6AtB4/s1600-h/IMAG0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240452777863479266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnUCU7C_-I/AAAAAAAAAag/18nZ1x6AtB4/s400/IMAG0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnTzQsiZuI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/syj3JxKxfL8/s1600-h/IMAG0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240452519030843106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnTzQsiZuI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/syj3JxKxfL8/s400/IMAG0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6796660972541142584-8018165039780563485?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/8018165039780563485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=8018165039780563485' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/8018165039780563485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/8018165039780563485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-in-life-of-spit-up-monster.html' title='A Day in the Life of a Spit-Up Monster'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SLnWsDSnOMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Unevg2mDjL8/s72-c/2008+Aug+spitup+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-5824186865111080909</id><published>2008-08-27T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:59:05.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>37 things</title><content type='html'>1. Do you like blue cheese? Love it.  I love blue cheese salad dressing.  It is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever smoked? Depends on what your smoking…just kidding.  No- I have never partaken.                                                                                                                                                            3. Do you own a gun? Nope- I am not a gun fan.  Blake really wants to get one though.  I will have to find some way to distract him….&lt;br /&gt;4. What flavor Kool-Aid was your favorite? Grape.  In Junior high we used to temporarily dye our hair using Kool-Aid (the ones without sugar- duh!)  It didn’t work well with my dark hair, but all my friends with light hair it work really well.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Always.  I have a doomsday outlook on a lot of things.  I am always positive that they will find something horrifically wrong with me.            &lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs? They are great. &lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Christmas movie? This is a hard one.  It’s a Wonderful Life (although Blake insists that this IS NOT a Christmas movie- he is part Nazi) or A Christmas Carole with George C. Scott&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Tea (herbal, OF COURSE!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do pushups? Yes.  They used to be a part of my regular routine in college before I went to bed.  I was positive that one day I would need that upper body strength.  I can’t do them currently because I am afraid of pushing a clot (a more detailed blog will follow)&lt;br /&gt;10. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? I guess I have to say my wedding ring or else I will look like a jerk… But I LOVE earrings- I feel as if they make my large face (it's a little fat) look slimmer.&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite hobby? Reading, I have a reading addiction.&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have ADD? No- but I am positive that Owen does.&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you wear glasses/contacts? No.&lt;br /&gt;14. Middle name? Fordney- It is soooo kick-A.  It’s a family name and I really, really wanted our first daughter to have it as a middle name, but Blake hates it.  So sad…&lt;br /&gt;15. Name three thoughts at this exact moment.  Why does my chest hurt so much, is it infected? ( I just weaned Molly)- I need to clean up the house- I need to go turn on the baby monitor.                                                                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;16. Name three drinks you regularly drink. Water, Tea, Milk&lt;br /&gt;17. Current worry? Besides my Boobs (pardon my trashiness- but they HURT)- the kids, always the kids.&lt;br /&gt;18. Current hate right now? Flies- There is one in my house and it is driving me bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite place to be? Home or in Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you bring in the New Year? I can’t even remember- Ha! I am so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;21. Where would you like to go? Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;22. Name three people who will complete this. Carlee, Cathy, and Timmy :)&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you own slippers? Yes, pink fuzzy ones. &lt;br /&gt;24. What shirt are you wearing? T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? With who?  J/K !  Not really.&lt;br /&gt;26. Can you whistle? Yes!  I can do the super loud whistle.&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite color? Purple&lt;br /&gt;28. Would you be a pirate? Sure.  Especially if I looked hot dressed up as a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;29. What songs do you sing in the shower? Whatever.  Everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite girl’s name? Besides Molly, I like Grace.&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite boy’s name? Besides Owen, Andy and Bobby.&lt;br /&gt;32. What’s in your pocket right now? Nothing- no pockets.&lt;br /&gt;33. Last thing that made you laugh? The Office (reruns)  When Jim comes to work dressed as Dwight- so funny.&lt;br /&gt;34. What vehicle do you drive? A freaking awesome 1995 Pontiac Grand Prix- don’t be jealous!35. Worst injury you’ve ever had? When I was going to Weber I had to go to the business fair for one of my classes.  I was dressed in these black pinstriped pants with a cuff on the bottom and a white dress shirt with a super cute pink sweater vest with black piping.  Now why am I describing my outfit- because of the pink vest- I HAD to wear my pink stilettos with a cute little bow over the toes.  Anyhow…. We were leaving the business fair- going down those HUGE marble stairs and OH NO- my pink stiletto got caught in the cuff of my black pinstriped pants.  It was awful and embarrassing.  You could hear this collecting GASP (there were a TON of people there.)  Any way, my arms were full with my purse, books, and pamphlets from the fair.  I fell- no I crashed- down a whole flight of HARD, COLD stairs.  Everything went flying.  Cell phone, calculator, all my precious lip glosses.  I was sooooo banged up.  I had bruises everywhere.  When I got home I had a bloody nose.  It hurt to walk for the next week.  To this day- I can’t wear those pants with any sort of heal for fear of them getting caught and taking a spill.&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you love where you live? Love it.  Love my house, love my yard, love my neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;37. How many televisions do you have in your house? Technically 2- but one is in the basement and we don’t really use it.  Blake doesn’t allow TV’s in the bedroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-5824186865111080909?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/5824186865111080909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=5824186865111080909' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/5824186865111080909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/5824186865111080909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/08/37-things.html' title='37 things'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-2606416940086271286</id><published>2008-08-20T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:03:04.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennie continued...</title><content type='html'>I had soooooo many pictures that I had to choose from. These are just a sampling of the woman that is The Jennie. She has been such a great friend over the many years. I love her and I am grateful for all the fun memories she has provided. Enjoy all the awesome pictures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKw-JMNNXwI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jRIdfSC4LjE/s1600-h/image0-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236628794341416706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKw-JMNNXwI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jRIdfSC4LjE/s400/image0-22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKw97v9CJxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uDIwXxU3a_E/s1600-h/image0-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236628563419080466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKw97v9CJxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uDIwXxU3a_E/s400/image0-25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKw93WVxo3I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/3a_VmpHEPYU/s1600-h/image0-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236628487824057202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKw93WVxo3I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/3a_VmpHEPYU/s400/image0-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKw9w7XzAxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-oAvvLNbYhA/s1600-h/image0-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236628377505563410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKw9w7XzAxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-oAvvLNbYhA/s400/image0-20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKw9snmsIWI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_GQjgm03GsY/s1600-h/image0-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236628303479841122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKw9snmsIWI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_GQjgm03GsY/s400/image0-18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKw9cDUHXmI/AAAAAAAAAZg/9wg0k0m2Is0/s1600-h/image0-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236628018860351074" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKw7rUIo7JI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ShjOl8IxPAc/s400/image0-29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-2606416940086271286?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2606416940086271286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=2606416940086271286' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/2606416940086271286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/2606416940086271286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/08/jennie-continued.html' title='Jennie continued...'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKw-JMNNXwI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jRIdfSC4LjE/s72-c/image0-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-5406296546366342967</id><published>2008-08-19T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:34:12.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jennie!!</title><content type='html'>Dearest friends and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;- today is Jennie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Freakin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wilder's&lt;/span&gt; birthday and in tribute (and payback) I wanted to do a blog dedicated to her sweet, sweet honey buns. Now I am experiencing some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;technical&lt;/span&gt; difficulties with the scanner- so you will have to tune in tomorrow for the tastiest morsels- but until I have fulfilled my quest to do honor to the magnificent Jennie- some more recent photos will have to do. But I promise that Junior high-early college years will be here tomorrow!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKr0iV7kr_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/kInx749nyHI/s1600-h/11-10-2005+(Owen+Blake+Hunsaker%27s+Big+Day)+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236266387611365362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKr0iV7kr_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/kInx749nyHI/s400/11-10-2005+(Owen+Blake+Hunsaker%27s+Big+Day)+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKrzuIlJdoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/hd0RjlshRYQ/s1600-h/Halloween+Party+10-29-04+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236265490674448002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKrzuIlJdoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/hd0RjlshRYQ/s400/Halloween+Party+10-29-04+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKrzdRGI2bI/AAAAAAAAAXI/y9ZNtSwhhQM/s1600-h/Sarah%27s+Bruise+-+Shalene+-+blakes+ebay+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236265200902527410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKrzdRGI2bI/AAAAAAAAAXI/y9ZNtSwhhQM/s400/Sarah%27s+Bruise+-+Shalene+-+blakes+ebay+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKry3YUT0CI/AAAAAAAAAXA/a1mPbA5WZM4/s1600-h/Jenny+coming+home+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236264550005985314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKry3YUT0CI/AAAAAAAAAXA/a1mPbA5WZM4/s400/Jenny+coming+home+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKryngurRlI/AAAAAAAAAW4/CV9cL6avK_E/s1600-h/Jenny+coming+home+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236264277386151506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKryngurRlI/AAAAAAAAAW4/CV9cL6avK_E/s400/Jenny+coming+home+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-5406296546366342967?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/5406296546366342967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=5406296546366342967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/5406296546366342967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/5406296546366342967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-jennie.html' title='Happy Birthday Jennie!!'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SKr0iV7kr_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/kInx749nyHI/s72-c/11-10-2005+(Owen+Blake+Hunsaker%27s+Big+Day)+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-5001630848294736602</id><published>2008-07-10T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:11:37.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Roomatest that AREN'T Douchebags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SHbqtjaCAOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/HYdo_Qm1v34/s1600-h/lane+pics+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221618886302105826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SHbqtjaCAOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/HYdo_Qm1v34/s400/lane+pics+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SHbmQplqnZI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ivJ4T8utydE/s1600-h/lane+pics+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another guest appearance by Blake on Sarah's blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanted to discuss a topic, "old roomates that aren't douchebags". This topic has been waying heavily on my mind over the last bit. I often think back to my Days at USU, ahh the glorious days, times were different then, I was about 50 lbs less, I had a full head of fabulous hair, and i was "cool", I may even of been smarter? Ha, how times have changed. Now i'm a jaded old man, who sits in his front yard and throws sticks at the "meddling kids" as they pass by. What does this all have to do with this blog? Well, one of the reason's USU was such a good time was having some great friends that weren't Douchebags. And thanks to the magic of the internet, I wanted to share some comments and pics with the best of them, Lane McKellar, Cheese salesman extrodinaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good old Lane, we had some good times in the year we were roomates. I'd like to list a few... Tubing down "the beav", Snowboarding at "the beav", making fun of our roomates who where douchebags, going to Moab and riding slickrock, making more fun of our roomates, going to church just to check out the "not so ugly babes", going "White Trash Bowling" in Tremonton, hanging out on campus checking out the babes, learning to Kayak at First damn, fat guys squeezing in to kayak skirts, squeezing into a burrito stand shirt from an internship in CO, Camping up Logan Canyon, Killing hobos behind the A&amp;amp;W, Rugby games, riding in the truck, riding in the Willys, making fun of the ambiguously gay frat's, going to Charlies, taking lane to his first SKA / Punk concert in SLC, looking at "gear" that we absolutely could not afford, buying Lane a suit for some lame dance, watching Lane go on dates with girls he never liked (that one's for you Elise), Snowboard instructors in CO, and the list goes on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is weird, I apologize, but, i have to say this. I value friendship. not just the "casual aquantance" that you wave to at Wal-Mart on Sunday, because you just got busted on the Sabbath buying economy strength deodorant, a gallon of gatorade and condoms-small (note the addition of 50 lbs comment above). But the kind of friend that will actually get and perhaps even laugh at the previous sentence. The kind of friend that it doesn't matter if you don't see or talk to them for several years, and then when you reconnect you pick up right where you left off. The kind of friendship that is not easy to build, it takes good times and bad times to develop. Outside of the close knit group of friends most of us develop in our youth, it is rare to achieve this level of friendship. Which is why, when as an adult, you make some friends like this, you are very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SHbqhywCtfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pTP1butUiYw/s1600-h/lane+pics+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221618684262528498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SHbqhywCtfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pTP1butUiYw/s400/lane+pics+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SHbqiNNZqyI/AAAAAAAAAWY/TlmOcEifcrE/s1600-h/lane+pics+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221618691364989730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SHbqiNNZqyI/AAAAAAAAAWY/TlmOcEifcrE/s400/lane+pics+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SHbqihhN7EI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3eaPT2HbWqo/s1600-h/lane+pics+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221618696816815170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SHbqihhN7EI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3eaPT2HbWqo/s400/lane+pics+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SHbqjAYbP_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/jZbTjfGqybQ/s1600-h/lane+pics+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221618705101438962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SHbqjAYbP_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/jZbTjfGqybQ/s400/lane+pics+001.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/6796660972541142584-5001630848294736602?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/5001630848294736602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=5001630848294736602' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/5001630848294736602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/5001630848294736602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/07/old-roomatest-that-arent-douchebags.html' title='Old Roomatest that AREN&apos;T Douchebags'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SHbqtjaCAOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/HYdo_Qm1v34/s72-c/lane+pics+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-3798920456071383697</id><published>2008-07-01T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:47:40.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings, Father and Sons, and Wyoming</title><content type='html'>Some events that have taken place in our lives recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We blessed Molly on June 8th. Owen made it almost through the opening prayer of sacrament meeting before we shipped him back to our house with Bobby (thank you Bobby :) and happy b-day tomorrow.) It was a wonderful and beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218212019049082498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SGrQLx4YLoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/M-WUsfi530E/s400/2008+June+(Fathers+son+campout-Northfork+and+Molly)+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SGrSSjsk5nI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8opPUBfjHu8/s1600-h/2008+June+(Fathers+son+campout-Northfork+and+Molly)+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218214334523827826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SGrSSjsk5nI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8opPUBfjHu8/s400/2008+June+(Fathers+son+campout-Northfork+and+Molly)+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owen and Blake went on the ward Father and Son's camp out. Blake said that they had lots of fun. You will want to take note of the breakfast of champions that O is enjoying on the tail gate of the truck. I rear a healthy child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SGrRUOJFtQI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/LUdqtCwwn8g/s1600-h/2008+June+(Fathers+son+campout-Northfork+and+Molly)+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218213263585948930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SGrRUOJFtQI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/LUdqtCwwn8g/s400/2008+June+(Fathers+son+campout-Northfork+and+Molly)+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SGrRAcqv5VI/AAAAAAAAAVI/un47QXWTh-w/s1600-h/2008+June+(Fathers+son+campout-Northfork+and+Molly)+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218212923887838546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SGrRAcqv5VI/AAAAAAAAAVI/un47QXWTh-w/s320/2008+June+(Fathers+son+campout-Northfork+and+Molly)+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SGrQx3i5W8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/nTC6OIHJaPg/s1600-h/2008+June+(Fathers+son+campout-Northfork+and+Molly)+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218212673404623810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SGrQx3i5W8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/nTC6OIHJaPg/s400/2008+June+(Fathers+son+campout-Northfork+and+Molly)+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen and Blake made a trek to Wyoming to give Momma a much needed break from the sweet tempered, always calm, never out of control O-town. Here is a cute pic of Grandpa and O on the tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218213583743702930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SGrRm20pV5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/VanXfKZ3wIM/s400/2008+June+(Owen+%26+Blake+go+to+WYO)+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-3798920456071383697?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3798920456071383697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=3798920456071383697' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/3798920456071383697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/3798920456071383697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/07/blessings-father-and-sons-and-wyoming.html' title='Blessings, Father and Sons, and Wyoming'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SGrQLx4YLoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/M-WUsfi530E/s72-c/2008+June+(Fathers+son+campout-Northfork+and+Molly)+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-6188721784576517158</id><published>2008-06-04T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:35:46.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiley McSmilington</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly has started to smile. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' cute. It is very contagious. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Yes, she has dimples and no, I don't know where she got them from)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208126926976328802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SEb72KOSJGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/k2VBCBzNQdo/s400/2008+June+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208127214380753538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SEb8G441ooI/AAAAAAAAAUo/FS5BaoL4X9c/s400/2008+June+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208127463354312434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SEb8VYYwpvI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LZJ8E8MxBlM/s400/2008+June+007.jpg" border="0" /&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/6796660972541142584-6188721784576517158?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6188721784576517158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=6188721784576517158' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/6188721784576517158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/6188721784576517158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/06/smiley-mcsmilington.html' title='Smiley McSmilington'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SEb72KOSJGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/k2VBCBzNQdo/s72-c/2008+June+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-334195603388470823</id><published>2008-05-30T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T19:28:27.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Destroyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My precious little Owen is a force to be reckoned with on this earth. I don't know how one child can be so stinkin' cute and so completely destructive at the same time. Let me present some examples for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what my sprouting Hosta plants should look like- and two of the three do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206260909480650914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SEBatpWYqKI/AAAAAAAAATE/Opo_tVaPsas/s400/2008+May+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is what happens when Owen unleashes his fury upon them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206261381927053490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SEBbJJWYqLI/AAAAAAAAATM/8uD3_VfK-xw/s400/2008+May+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here is what happens when Owen escapes between the chain link fence and the vinyl fence. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206262051941951682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SEBbwJWYqMI/AAAAAAAAATU/CEee-1Rxv98/s400/2008+May+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is what happens when Owen climbs the cupboards to get into the cabinets... I caught him sucking on this Elmer's glue- classy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206262709071947986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SEBcWZWYqNI/AAAAAAAAATc/gBLPJHV2Cgs/s400/2008+May+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is Owen climbing up into his playhouse to throw things at Mommy. You can tell from his face that he only has the purest intentions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206362335133346098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SEC29ZWYqTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Uvt_ZS-wopc/s320/2008+May+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, here is Owen doing penance (time-out) for his misdeeds. You can see that he takes his punishment very seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206362588536416578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SEC3MJWYqUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/r3ZJ3byzWG8/s320/2008+May+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-334195603388470823?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/334195603388470823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=334195603388470823' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/334195603388470823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/334195603388470823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/05/destroyer.html' title='The Destroyer'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SEBatpWYqKI/AAAAAAAAATE/Opo_tVaPsas/s72-c/2008+May+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-6314979520848768409</id><published>2008-05-09T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:36:27.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The stud and the slug</title><content type='html'>The stud would be Owen and the slug would be Molly. People may say, "hey, calling your new baby a slug is rude!" But compared to Owen, as a baby, she is a slug and I LOVE IT. She is so stinking cute and just good. I am sure that she is just a normal baby- but to have a child that will just be chill is weeiirrdd. She will be fussy and then I will pick her up and rock her and she will stop crying- it BLOWS my mind. Enjoy my little sluggy's pictures. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198525177788918418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SCTfGzIIapI/AAAAAAAAASc/OrNZFvS8EFo/s400/2008+May+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198525547156105890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SCTfcTIIaqI/AAAAAAAAASk/jSgsnljVxsw/s400/2008+May+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the STUD is definitely O-town.  Studs always wear sunglasses and no pants.  I will let the pictures speak for themselves. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198524198536374898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SCTeNzIIanI/AAAAAAAAASM/KaEvxkfJDAA/s400/2008+May+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198524658097875586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SCTeojIIaoI/AAAAAAAAASU/TosUMbUzi5Y/s400/2008+May+003.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/6796660972541142584-6314979520848768409?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6314979520848768409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=6314979520848768409' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/6314979520848768409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/6314979520848768409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/05/stud-and-slug.html' title='The stud and the slug'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SCTfGzIIapI/AAAAAAAAASc/OrNZFvS8EFo/s72-c/2008+May+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-2085325272764957373</id><published>2008-04-27T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:16:50.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breastfeeding 101</title><content type='html'>I bet you all were hoping for a hot picture of me breastfeeding.... Ain't gonna happen, but I ( a lot like Carlee H.) read way too much about way too much online. I have been reading about breastfeeding - how many extra calories I need, signs of the baby getting enough (you always question yourself), things I should or shouldn't be eating- you get the picture. Any how, I stumbled across this little quiz: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pediatrics.about.com/cs/quizzes/l/bl_bf_quiz.htm"&gt;http://pediatrics.about.com/cs/quizzes/l/bl_bf_quiz.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel free to test yourself. Anyway, I tested myself and here was their comment to me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You did not do very well and you may want to read more about breastfeeding. Keep in mind that doesn't necessarily mean that your child is not breastfeeding effectively though.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that I knew a lot about breastfeeding. One child survived- Oh well- it made me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, here are some new pictures of baby girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194112815799929378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SBUyFh0PCiI/AAAAAAAAARo/Y84ee6EUhxk/s400/2008+April+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194113017663392306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SBUyRR0PCjI/AAAAAAAAARw/oMEH_ENIU78/s400/2008+April+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194113262476528194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SBUyfh0PCkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/QxCSstDL5Pw/s400/2008+April+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194113550239337042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SBUywR0PClI/AAAAAAAAASA/OMSaMDHFUhw/s400/2008+April+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-2085325272764957373?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2085325272764957373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=2085325272764957373' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/2085325272764957373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/2085325272764957373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/04/breastfeeding-101.html' title='Breastfeeding 101'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SBUyFh0PCiI/AAAAAAAAARo/Y84ee6EUhxk/s72-c/2008+April+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-913828732501914011</id><published>2008-04-13T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:07:40.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the World Molly!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We welcomed little Molly Pearl into our lives on April 8th (yes her actual due date!) She came very, very fast and it was a pretty uneventful labor and delivery. She was 21 inches and 8 lbs 6 oz- the exact same size as Owen- crazy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are slowly adjusting to life. It is a good thing that you forget how crazy you feel and how sleep deprived you become- or else you would never have any more kids!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We feel lucky and blessed to have her and Owen is learning that she is here to stay. Here are some pictures- I will post more as I become more settled in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all and appreciate all the support and help.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188791724826602194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SAJKlRPGqtI/AAAAAAAAARI/Xzt5-SvXvu0/s400/2008+-+April+8+-+NEW+BABY!!!!!!!+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188792016884378338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SAJK2RPGquI/AAAAAAAAARQ/rz4Y9gDgMsw/s400/2008+-+April+8+-+NEW+BABY!!!!!!!+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188792781388557058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SAJLixPGqwI/AAAAAAAAARg/Fcz8hVUMQLU/s400/2008+-+April+8-11+-+NEW+BABY!!!!!!!+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188792497920715506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SAJLSRPGqvI/AAAAAAAAARY/djCaDxk8650/s400/2008+-+April+8-11+-+NEW+BABY!!!!!!!+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-913828732501914011?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/913828732501914011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=913828732501914011' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/913828732501914011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/913828732501914011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-to-world-molly.html' title='Welcome to the World Molly!!'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/SAJKlRPGqtI/AAAAAAAAARI/Xzt5-SvXvu0/s72-c/2008+-+April+8+-+NEW+BABY!!!!!!!+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-4687346878903434114</id><published>2008-03-29T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:51:46.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday B-Ray!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183219432811253090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-5-nL2dzWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/o-6vL8sQ_fs/s400/BLAKE_070.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183260535648275826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-6j_r2dzXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/boTxMeMh20A/s400/BLAKE_085.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Yes this is Blake break dancing. His mom drove him all the way to SLC for break dancing lessons when he was a kid. HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-6kWb2dzYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fYjTHoabZjY/s1600-h/BLAKE_092.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183260926490299778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-6kWb2dzYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fYjTHoabZjY/s400/BLAKE_092.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what we call the spiked-mullet- even hotter than the break dancing picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183263039614209426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-6mRb2dzZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/HB8VPJ7Yzyw/s400/BLAKE_041.bmp" border="0" /&gt;The Prom GQ pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183265028184067490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-6oFL2dzaI/AAAAAAAAAQI/FmUx22gQKXE/s400/BLAKE_124+(Medium).bmp" border="0" /&gt;Missionary Photo- an LDS must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-57m72dzVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/aSejIK7oHZk/s1600-h/AquabatConcert_Feb12003+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183265444795895218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-6odb2dzbI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VNYq737LYWk/s400/BLAKE_138.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Our first Halloween together. His alter-ego for the night was Geneva Steel. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183266007436611010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-6o-L2dzcI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RPedhnx-p1U/s400/BLAKE_136.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Back when we were just dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183266398278634978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-6pU72dzeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rhW7WJc_vao/s400/wedding_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183266625911901682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-6piL2dzfI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nteqVTo9h6k/s400/wedding_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;No photo album would be complete without Blake grabbing a little something-something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183266127695695314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-6pFL2dzdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/z59boNuhZV4/s400/BLAKE_145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Blake's first trip to Michigan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183269039683522066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-6rur2dzhI/AAAAAAAAARA/_2Oj3k9fQB0/s400/2008+Feb+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current life...what bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the good times Blake. Owen and I love you and are happy to be in your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6796660972541142584-4687346878903434114?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4687346878903434114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=4687346878903434114' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/4687346878903434114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/4687346878903434114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-b-ray.html' title='Happy Birthday B-Ray!!!!'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-5-nL2dzWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/o-6vL8sQ_fs/s72-c/BLAKE_070.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-2556713238458238303</id><published>2008-03-25T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T08:43:56.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some fun little pictures from Easter at Grandma Molly's house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181705229206146370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-kdc72dzUI/AAAAAAAAAPY/PPttmKVSF4U/s400/2008+March+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Owen playing the 'drums' on Grandma's counter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181702682290539778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-kbIr2dzQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2PC-6wNZbRE/s400/2008+March+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Owen breaking Grandma's wooden spoon- sorry mom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now for the highlight of Easter- the wrestling match. Bobby is the antagonist of the family- always challenging people to a host of things and competitions but rarely backing those challenges up with action. This Easter was one of those rare occasions. Bobby kept egging (no pun intended) Andy on to a wrestling match and he actually followed through. I laughed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; hard I thought the baby might pop out right then and there. As for the result of the match- it was actually a draw. I had my money on Andy, but that wiggly little Bobby escaped from getting pinned- it was hilarious!! Enjoy the photo memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181703919241121042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-kcQr2dzRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/E1L8LkMLHZo/s400/2008+March+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181704335852948770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-kco72dzSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Lv7jhlWpEvU/s400/2008+March+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181704589256019250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-kc3r2dzTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pALJ4UKhNtE/s400/2008+March+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/6796660972541142584-2556713238458238303?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2556713238458238303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=2556713238458238303' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/2556713238458238303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/2556713238458238303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-fun.html' title='Easter Fun'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-kdc72dzUI/AAAAAAAAAPY/PPttmKVSF4U/s72-c/2008+March+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-7250336567067634776</id><published>2008-03-23T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:56:36.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SECOND POST FROM BLAKE TODAY: MORE PICS OF OWN-E HIKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aZvr2dzKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LSdUsUeZarM/s1600-h/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180997465840405666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aZvr2dzKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LSdUsUeZarM/s400/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aZwL2dzLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rSYUXx4xMnM/s1600-h/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180997474430340274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aZwL2dzLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rSYUXx4xMnM/s400/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aZw72dzMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/5mlcuXLpbIk/s1600-h/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180997487315242178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aZw72dzMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/5mlcuXLpbIk/s400/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aZxb2dzNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/hx_FsdGdHwA/s1600-h/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180997495905176786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aZxb2dzNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/hx_FsdGdHwA/s400/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aZxr2dzOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8IStx18vVAg/s1600-h/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180997500200144098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aZxr2dzOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8IStx18vVAg/s400/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it limited my pictures on the first post, so here's a few more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-7250336567067634776?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7250336567067634776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=7250336567067634776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/7250336567067634776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/7250336567067634776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/03/second-post-from-blake-today-more-pics.html' title='SECOND POST FROM BLAKE TODAY: MORE PICS OF OWN-E HIKING'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aZvr2dzKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LSdUsUeZarM/s72-c/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-6112800990810751230</id><published>2008-03-23T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:49:57.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: this is a guest blog by Blake.... read at your own risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aX7L2dzFI/AAAAAAAAANg/MUH9k_6dBlU/s1600-h/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180995464385645650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aX7L2dzFI/AAAAAAAAANg/MUH9k_6dBlU/s400/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aX8L2dzGI/AAAAAAAAANo/sxL85BaqSxI/s1600-h/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180995481565514850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aX8L2dzGI/AAAAAAAAANo/sxL85BaqSxI/s400/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aX8r2dzHI/AAAAAAAAANw/Zp-SVmcZjQM/s1600-h/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180995490155449458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aX8r2dzHI/AAAAAAAAANw/Zp-SVmcZjQM/s400/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aX9b2dzII/AAAAAAAAAN4/vDvMQrub49Q/s1600-h/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180995503040351362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aX9b2dzII/AAAAAAAAAN4/vDvMQrub49Q/s400/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aX972dzJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2jgQoC7fUZg/s1600-h/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180995511630285970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aX972dzJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2jgQoC7fUZg/s400/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HI world.... wow, i'm taking my first steps into, as all the kids these days say, "blogging". Right now as i'm trying to do this, Owen is climbing all over me trying to lick my face... it's pretty dang funny, but he has that "stinky spit"... yeah you know what 'm talking about, that weird spit smell. anyways.... the reason for this guest appearance is to tell the world (what sarah doesn't seem to think is such a big deal)... yesterday I took Owen on his FIRST HIKE!!! I'm am the proudest dad on this side of the Mississippi right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out to Antelope Island and went on the Buffalo Point Hike to the top of a"HUGE" mountain. It was a half mile hike up to the top which gave us a great view of the Great Salt Lake and then once up there, a bunch of boulders and rocks to climb and play on. So, onto why i'm so proud... he hiked the whole way up himself, completely by himself! he held my hand and just hiked away. Yesterday morning I bought him some little tiny Hiking boots and he climbed like a pro in them. I was smiling the whole way up watching him figure out how to scramble over the rocks and pick his path up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now the highlights of the trip: Several Japanese Tourists, they thought Owen was cute hiking his way up the mountain. So we stopped and talked with them for a bit. Then the Lizard. Some other people up there caught a lizard and brought it over for Owen to look at. At first he was pretty scared of it, then i held it and he realized it was ok to touch. SO, then he went nuts with it. he was holding it and letting it crawl on him. Then he'd put it down and pick it up and put it down and pick it up. Once he grabbed it by the tail and started shaking it, i had to jump in before he killed it. The best highlight though, was when he crapped his pants and I had to strip him down on the top of the mountain and change his diaper. It was pretty cold with the strong wind, so he was pretty "puckered" up, it was a challenge to get the cleaning done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed at the top of the mountain for about 40 minutes and then he was pretty tired so threw him on my shoulders and hiked him out to the car. he fell asleep almost instantly once he was in his car seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People probably wonder why i'm making such a big deal of this.... well i just loved the time with him, out in nature, getting him excited about things that I like. I am so excited to be doing fun things and introducing him to so many great things. I love spending time with just him (not that I don't love being with Sarah). It's great to just be out with the boy, watching him learn and figure things out. Now he is always asking to go "hiking, see lizard!!!". In fact, I plan to take many trips around and do little hikes with him, i bought a Utah State Parks pass, so i'd like to get to some of the other places around here as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone has any recomendations for good hikes to take little studs on, let us know. here's some pictures of the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-6112800990810751230?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6112800990810751230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=6112800990810751230' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/6112800990810751230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/6112800990810751230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/03/warning-this-is-guest-blog-by-blake.html' title='WARNING: this is a guest blog by Blake.... read at your own risk'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R-aX7L2dzFI/AAAAAAAAANg/MUH9k_6dBlU/s72-c/2008+Feb+-+March+(owen+first+hiking)+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-4383265635717780405</id><published>2008-03-06T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T10:43:43.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to be done</title><content type='html'>The end is near and I am ready to be done being pregnant. I never felt like this with Owen. With Owen I could have been pregnant for another month or two without any problem. I think having another child to deal with makes it more difficult and I just don't feel as good as before. Also, because the weather is changing I am getting spring fever. We have been playing outside a lot and I have been trying to do some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-spring yard cleanup and let me tell you- it is hard when you have a 40 pound ball strapped around your middle.&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; many things things that I am looking forward to after I have the baby (besides the actual blessing of her)&lt;br /&gt;Here is my list:&lt;br /&gt;Being able to sleep flat on my back or on my stomach!!!&lt;br /&gt;No more heartburn. I have terrible heartburn, it feels like pure acid being pounded down my throat- Oh I hate it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Different clothes. I know that sounds vain and silly- but just being able (eventually) to wear a variety of clothing will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; nice.&lt;br /&gt;No more swelling - I may actually be able to wear my wedding ring again.&lt;br /&gt;Being able to bend over. This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; taken for granted by people. Simple things, like putting on shoes and socks, cleaning up after your kids, working out in the yard, wiping up your floors. Being able to paint my own toenails.&lt;br /&gt;Being able to take Motrin. I don't take medicine very often, but in my opinion, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ibuprofen&lt;/span&gt; just works better- from swelling to headaches- it just works better for me.&lt;br /&gt;No more stuffy nose!&lt;br /&gt;No more weird bouts of nausea and dizziness.&lt;br /&gt;Lung Capacity!!! Not getting winded going up and down my own stairs.&lt;br /&gt;No more jock strap. (this is for those who know certain things)&lt;br /&gt;No more constant pressure on my bladder. How nice will that be?&lt;br /&gt;Being able to toss and spin Owen around. It is just too hard right now.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that there are a ton more, but I am drawing a blank... If anyone can think of some more- let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-4383265635717780405?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4383265635717780405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=4383265635717780405' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/4383265635717780405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/4383265635717780405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/03/ready-to-be-done.html' title='Ready to be done'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-3756968043170142939</id><published>2008-02-19T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T17:23:12.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R7uA0J9JQPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UZqpX34xO0o/s1600-h/2008+Feb+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168866630851707122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R7uA0J9JQPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UZqpX34xO0o/s400/2008+Feb+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R7uAmZ9JQOI/AAAAAAAAANI/xkc8y_Ni77s/s1600-h/2008+Feb+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168866394628505826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R7uAmZ9JQOI/AAAAAAAAANI/xkc8y_Ni77s/s400/2008+Feb+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R7t_tJ9JQNI/AAAAAAAAANA/AdV1WEFX9Cw/s1600-h/2008+Feb+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168865411080995026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R7t_tJ9JQNI/AAAAAAAAANA/AdV1WEFX9Cw/s400/2008+Feb+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owen has crazy hair. I have never been able to control it. Owen takes his bath at night and his hair is usually just slightly damp when he goes to bed- the result is CRAZY hair. Every morning it is sticking up in all directions. This is one of the beautiful things about having a boy- I really don't care. It is a bit endearing actually. I like his crazy hair and I let it just stay that way for the most part. If we are going to church I will tame the beast, but otherwise just au natural for the boy. &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/6796660972541142584-3756968043170142939?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3756968043170142939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=3756968043170142939' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/3756968043170142939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/3756968043170142939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/02/crazy-hair.html' title='Crazy Hair'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R7uA0J9JQPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UZqpX34xO0o/s72-c/2008+Feb+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-8773708922876741994</id><published>2008-02-10T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T08:19:45.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new... not much...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R68ZBJ9JQHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4f-Aqfg_Fy0/s1600-h/2008+january+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165374805260189810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R68ZBJ9JQHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4f-Aqfg_Fy0/s400/2008+january+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every Momma out there is secretly grabbing for a wipe to catch that cheese before it drips off O's chin. Owen loves cheese is any form- especially Nacho cheese, which his daddy got him as a treat...Thanks Blake.&lt;/div&gt;Oh by the way, he got kicked out of nursery on Sunday for being too 'aggressive' with the other kids. He is just a handful and WAY too much of a boy. I purchased parenting/discipline books this week. If anyone has found any that they really like- please let me know. I don't think Owen is a crazy completely out-of-control child, but he definitely likes to lean that way on occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparations for Baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165380865459044498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R68eh59JQJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PDINwN8slLo/s400/2008+january+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165382076639821986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R68foZ9JQKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/FzVxXhBsFSg/s400/2008+january+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In preparation for the new child, we had to move O to a big boy bed. I think that we need to make his room more boyish... Owen loves his 'truck' bed, nighttime is just fine, but naps are not! So as you will see I have continued to lock him into the crib (thanks to a mesh tent) for his naps. Am I an awful mom? It feels kind of like I am kenneling him, but part of me really doesn't care. He needs his naps and I need his naps. We are both much happier this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Girl's Room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165383451029356722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R68g4Z9JQLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MKJ9etjZMIc/s400/2008+january+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165384249893273794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R68hm59JQMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6PB3SB6N54E/s400/2008+january+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is the baby's room (8 weeks to go, maybe less if she continues to be an amazon girl). I know you all love my stellar paint job. Blake feels it may be a little too busy, but maybe it will make her so dizzy she will just fall asleep at night on her own. As you can see Owen is still being locked into the crib at nap times. We don't have everything quite ready- but almost. Shout out to Martha for all the baby clothes- I am eternally grateful for those. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I know it the baby will be here...it is a wild and crazy thought. Also Cathy is due in one week, Martha in August and now Sarah and Andy in October! 4 babies in one year! How fun. Christmas at the Wright house will never be the same. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-8773708922876741994?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/8773708922876741994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=8773708922876741994' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/8773708922876741994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/8773708922876741994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-new-not-much.html' title='What&apos;s new... not much...'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R68ZBJ9JQHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4f-Aqfg_Fy0/s72-c/2008+january+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-4067598310698603606</id><published>2008-01-27T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:23:38.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been Tagged!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A: The rules of the game are posted at the beginning. B: Each player answers the questions about themselves. C: At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10 years ago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was 18, awesome, and hot. I was attending Snow College, listening to Paula Cole (when I was angry) and Britney Spears (I lived with 10 girls!) I had just started my dominating dating career- I really didn’t “date” until after high-school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 1. Paint baby girls room 2. Hang out with Blake and “the boy.” 3. Make dinner 4. Laundry 5. Clean up house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Snacks I enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Chips, fruit, tea, hot cocoa, toast, Cadbury cream eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What I would do if I were suddenly made a billionaire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Let my momma retire. Buy a home in Old Mission. Buy Blake a VW bus, a souped-up (is that right?) jeep, refurbish his camero, a harley-davidson motorcycle, and a garage to house all his new vehicles. Have a huge family vacation somewhere warm and hire some nannies. Probably donate a little something-something to charity, aka the church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3 of my bad habits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 1. Biting my nails 2. Eating candy 3. Loving too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5 places I have lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Crosby, MN; Orem, UT; Logan, UT; Ogden, UT; Ephraim, UT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5 jobs that I have had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; BYU Lawns crew, Fred Meyer, IHC Emergency Room, IHC Endoscopy lab, America First Accountant &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5 Things people don't know about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 1. I have grave anxiety about many, many things and sometimes about nothing at all- it’s just there. 2. I love Clay Aiken and I am not ashamed of this fact. I have been to two of his concerts and I seriously considered throwing my bra up on stage. Some may know this, some may not. 3. I am terrified of physically having another baby. Yes, yes Owen was a wonderful birth- but doesn’t that, statistically speaking, increase the chances of having more problems? (there is that pesky anxiety.) 4. I still dance around my house, just like I did in college, oh and I sing really loud. Blake just turns up the music, but I don’t care I will just sing louder. 5. I am a book junkie. Books are like crack to me, I gobble them up and the majority of them do absolutely nothing to enrich my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am tagging...No one, sorry I don’t know 5 people. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-4067598310698603606?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4067598310698603606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=4067598310698603606' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/4067598310698603606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/4067598310698603606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-6505223410272670856</id><published>2008-01-16T17:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T18:20:33.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants to feel good?</title><content type='html'>If anyone out there wants to feel good about their current car situation keep on reading.... Right after Christmas Blake went to get our awesome Grand Prix registered, but the weird thing is- you can't register a car if it won't pass safety and emissions. Apparently there was something wrong with the emissions part of the car- some jibber-jabber about the fuel injectors or some such nonsense. So, we took the car to the garage (ps, the head gasket blew on that particular car this summer- sucking up our Michigan fund) and before we got it back this happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Monday sweet, sweet Blake was driving home from work on 1-15 and BAM!!! the windshield exploded on our Honda Accord. An ice block, presumably from a semi, decimated the windshield and bounced along the top of the car. Blake survived with only superficial cuts to his hands, face, and legs. Oh did I mention that Blake's ankle is still infected (he's on another round of antibiotics) and they have suggested doing another less invasive surgery on it...awesome.... So the Honda was towed to a shop down in the SLC area- where it remains at this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after a few weeks and a few hundred dollars the Grand Prix passed emissions- only a few days overlapped with both cars out of commission. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast Forward....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend one of Blake's best friend's father passed away and on Tuesday Blake drove (the Grand Piece of crap) up to Star Valley for the services. Guess what happened? Besides Blake forgetting his wallet and medication? The radiator blew on the Grand Prix. It just gets better and better... So that is where we are at currently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It actually is pretty funny. What are you going to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now some pictures of the Boy.... these also are pretty funny. We were trying to practice our 'emotion faces'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4631saxT7I/AAAAAAAAALA/-2Vi2OOye88/s1600-h/2008+january+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156260756470190002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4631saxT7I/AAAAAAAAALA/-2Vi2OOye88/s200/2008+january+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156261031348096962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R464FsaxT8I/AAAAAAAAALI/3E--EcfWp_A/s200/2008+january+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156261868866719714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4642caxT-I/AAAAAAAAALY/fZ4HunNA8e0/s200/2008+january+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R464c8axT9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/MPbLTKFzEx4/s1600-h/2008+january+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156261430780055506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R464c8axT9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/MPbLTKFzEx4/s200/2008+january+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R466_caxUDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/6mUVk2p2_4M/s1600-h/2008+january+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156264222508798002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R466_caxUDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/6mUVk2p2_4M/s200/2008+january+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R464c8axT9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/MPbLTKFzEx4/s1600-h/2008+january+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R464c8axT9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/MPbLTKFzEx4/s1600-h/2008+january+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156262882479001602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R465xcaxUAI/AAAAAAAAALo/rcnLIL4SKGE/s200/2008+january+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R466FsaxUBI/AAAAAAAAALw/zUpp74mDuwI/s1600-h/2008+january+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156263230371352594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R466FsaxUBI/AAAAAAAAALw/zUpp74mDuwI/s200/2008+january+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R466ccaxUCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WyBp1jEBE3Q/s1600-h/2008+january+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156263621213376546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R466ccaxUCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WyBp1jEBE3Q/s200/2008+january+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R464c8axT9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/MPbLTKFzEx4/s1600-h/2008+january+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-6505223410272670856?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6505223410272670856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=6505223410272670856' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/6505223410272670856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/6505223410272670856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-wants-to-feel-good.html' title='Who wants to feel good?'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4631saxT7I/AAAAAAAAALA/-2Vi2OOye88/s72-c/2008+january+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-1701530483740782007</id><published>2008-01-14T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:24:37.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldies, but Goodies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I sit here listening to O-town yelling and not taking a nap, I thought that I would look through some of the pictures on our computer (we have about 2 billion). I found a few that made me smile...Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155450807242542866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4vXMcaxTxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UF9B9dvEzXY/s320/Bobbys+call+june19+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why did the twins get the best hair in the family?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155451168019795746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4vXhcaxTyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n_7IlktIMDg/s320/Bobbys+call+june19+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155452117207568178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4vYYsaxTzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7WUqMpPB8-Y/s320/Jenny+coming+home+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Poor Nina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155452946136256322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4vZI8axT0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/AbXesOYeIb8/s320/Olympics+February+18,+2002+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What is going on with Timmy's hat?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155455175224282978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4vbKsaxT2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/mm0vJjQaBcA/s320/CHRISTMAS-TRIP+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture is just funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155459306982821746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4ve7MaxT3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/QJwsGkaA12w/s320/SV+Harley+Trip+June+15-17+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blake- we were young once and you used to wear your wedding ring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155460144501444482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4vfr8axT4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/sVndq7ncDeg/s320/Grizzlies+game+march+16,2002+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to leave Martha out of the fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155461536070848402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4vg88axT5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/7I5YGdHxcHM/s320/File0432.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate and Andy needed a shout-out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-1701530483740782007?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1701530483740782007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=1701530483740782007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/1701530483740782007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/1701530483740782007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/01/oldies-but-goodies.html' title='Oldies, but Goodies...'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4vXMcaxTxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UF9B9dvEzXY/s72-c/Bobbys+call+june19+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-7359359481454902355</id><published>2008-01-09T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T17:35:11.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember When?</title><content type='html'>I was reading Martha's post about how she has nutty opinions and how she is a raving lunatic (j/k).  But for some reason it made me reminisce about growing up and the 'remember whens?'  For example, I was thinking how on Sunday's when Mom was scrambling to get all 8 of us dressed and out the door that if we weren't up to par she would say "It looks like you came out of the Salvation Army, go and iron your shirt!"  Does anyone else remember that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when Nathan cut up our swimsuits to make costumes - oh, and Dad's winter coat?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when the twins cut off Hardee's (our black devil cat) ears?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when Bobby got out naked and went up to the quick stop?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when Spencer's teeth got knocked out in Michigan?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when Andy did 360's in the Beauville?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we had the intervention for Cathy?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when Martha got her tattoo burned off?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when Dad's eyes would pop out of his head when one of us had done something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, good times&lt;br /&gt;So many good remember whens.... Please comment and leave your own remember whens- they make me smile and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more that occurred to me, but I didn't want to bring up any embarrassing moments for some family members.....Dad, Cathy, Nate, Martha, Andy, Me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-7359359481454902355?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7359359481454902355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=7359359481454902355' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/7359359481454902355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/7359359481454902355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/01/remember-when.html' title='Remember When?'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-882718847727983249</id><published>2008-01-06T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:57:16.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' Christmas Hunsaker style...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4GtzcaxTwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VHDn5biEIjc/s1600-h/2007+Christmas+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152590548001967874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4GtzcaxTwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VHDn5biEIjc/s320/2007+Christmas+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4GspsaxTvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6p7fVjNtTlA/s1600-h/2007+Christmas+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152589280986615538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4GspsaxTvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6p7fVjNtTlA/s320/2007+Christmas+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4Gr5caxTuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ws_IbOTDLyw/s1600-h/2007+Christmas+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152588452057927394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4Gr5caxTuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ws_IbOTDLyw/s320/2007+Christmas+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to post all these beautiful pictures from Christmas....  I was going to talk about how peaceful and reflective the holidays are for us- but, that would just be a crazy lie.  I really do love Christmas and we really did have a great holiday but we have had some awesome action.  This first stellar picture is of Blake's 7 fetching week old surgery incision.   I know, I know- 7 weeks is a long time for something not to be healed, well Blake's just lucky that way.  It's infected and swollen and I swear we are just going to have to amputate.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next one is of my beautiful parents and O-town.  The house is in disarray, my dad may or may not be conscious, and if you will notice the $10 dollar piano on that back of the couch... well my mommasita purchased that for Ownie and it never produced a note.  Well what are you going to do when your two choices are OFF and NO???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this last rocking photo is of sweet, sweet docile Owen who slipped into my parents bathroom and shaved his lips with my Momma's razor.  When I found him his face and both of his arms where covered in blood and he was smiling and having the time of his life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are true Christmas memories.  These are the stories that are passed from year to year.  Enjoy our Rockin' Hunsaker Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-882718847727983249?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/882718847727983249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=882718847727983249' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/882718847727983249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/882718847727983249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2008/01/rockin-christmas-hunsaker-style.html' title='Rockin&apos; Christmas Hunsaker style...'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R4GtzcaxTwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VHDn5biEIjc/s72-c/2007+Christmas+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-5651051796180464164</id><published>2007-12-21T07:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T08:50:33.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2vpzsaxToI/AAAAAAAAADI/Fkk4Z7v-mXU/s1600-h/sled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146464073506967170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2vpzsaxToI/AAAAAAAAADI/Fkk4Z7v-mXU/s320/sled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2vqFsaxTpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NxixPKBmR1o/s1600-h/2007+December+2+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146464382744612498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2vqFsaxTpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NxixPKBmR1o/s320/2007+December+2+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have found that some of my happiest moments in life lie in the simple everyday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurrences&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday we were blanketed in snow and Blake (feeling very couped up) really wanted to go out and play with Owen. So, he taped a garbage bag over his cast, we bundled Owen up and went out to enjoy the new snow. We shoveled our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dive way&lt;/span&gt;, tried to make a snowman (Owen's attention span isn't long enough), had a snowball fight, and pulled Owen around on his inflatable sled. It is times such as these that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;infinitely&lt;/span&gt; happy with all the blessing that I have in my life. Just being physically and mentally capable to be active and engaged with my family is such a blessing. With the dark cloud of 'what-ifs' that seem to plague me these days, I find myself asking, "why me?", "what if in the future I can't do this?"- and I sometimes forget that regardless of all that - right now- I can do pretty much anything and I am enjoying life completely. I really need to focus on the now and enjoy my family everyday- regardless of anything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2vticaxTsI/AAAAAAAAADo/7hHlmMdDw1g/s1600-h/o+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146468175200734914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2vticaxTsI/AAAAAAAAADo/7hHlmMdDw1g/s320/o+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank Daddy-o for his generous use of his Snowman hat. When Mom and Dad came to visit, Owen could not be parted from Dad's stinky hiking/running hat.  Thanks papa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2vsxMaxTrI/AAAAAAAAADg/ebui8wJmano/s1600-h/2007+December+2+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146467329092177586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2vsxMaxTrI/AAAAAAAAADg/ebui8wJmano/s320/2007+December+2+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2vuF8axTtI/AAAAAAAAADw/fzXlYq6Ui_E/s1600-h/2007+December+2+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146468785086090962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2vuF8axTtI/AAAAAAAAADw/fzXlYq6Ui_E/s320/2007+December+2+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are Owen to a T.  He is my little hell-raiser and I don't think I would have it any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-5651051796180464164?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/5651051796180464164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=5651051796180464164' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/5651051796180464164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/5651051796180464164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-days.html' title='Happy Days!'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2vpzsaxToI/AAAAAAAAADI/Fkk4Z7v-mXU/s72-c/sled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-3483971032084552225</id><published>2007-12-16T14:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T14:59:39.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OWEN!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:360px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w253.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w253.photobucket.com/albums/hh42/fordneys/b6412434.pbw" height="360" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s253.photobucket.com/albums/hh42/fordneys/?action=view&amp;current=b6412434.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-3483971032084552225?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3483971032084552225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=3483971032084552225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/3483971032084552225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/3483971032084552225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2007/12/owen.html' title='OWEN!!!!'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-2677850689658578767</id><published>2007-12-16T14:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T14:44:23.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Dearest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w253.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w253.photobucket.com/albums/hh42/fordneys/0d7d3c62.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s253.photobucket.com/albums/hh42/fordneys/?action=view&amp;current=0d7d3c62.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-2677850689658578767?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2677850689658578767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=2677850689658578767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/2677850689658578767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/2677850689658578767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2007/12/mommy-dearest_3172.html' title='Mommy Dearest!'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-1945689271477381099</id><published>2007-12-16T14:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T14:36:08.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Dearest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I know that my Momma hates, Hates, HATES when I call her Mommy Dearest, but I always found it somewhat amusing....&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to post a little something in appreciation to mammsita for a job well done (if I do say so myself...) Being pregnant (and with Blake out of commission) I really appreciate all that my momma has done for me. I am sure that if anyone even reads this, Mom is one of the more unlikely candidates- so I put some beauty shots up there for you Momma! Thanks for not beating me with a hanger or trading me in for a better behaved baby. I love you!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-1945689271477381099?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1945689271477381099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=1945689271477381099' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/1945689271477381099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/1945689271477381099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2007/12/mommy-dearest_9826.html' title='Mommy Dearest'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-7060776158517603828</id><published>2007-12-14T13:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T13:10:04.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Brother!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2LwSsaxTnI/AAAAAAAAADA/HV4cuQsuGQk/s1600-h/images[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143937928362282610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2LwSsaxTnI/AAAAAAAAADA/HV4cuQsuGQk/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen has formed an obssesion with Charlie Brown.  It's "o brother' this and "good grief" that.  Although I am get burned out on the Charlie Brown Christmas special (why is everyone so mean to Charlie Brown?)- I have to admit it is pretty darn cute when he drops an "O brother!"  I will never be able to figure out why certain things appeal to him and others don't.  &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/6796660972541142584-7060776158517603828?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7060776158517603828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=7060776158517603828' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/7060776158517603828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/7060776158517603828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-brother.html' title='O Brother!!'/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2LwSsaxTnI/AAAAAAAAADA/HV4cuQsuGQk/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-7247658447333703888</id><published>2007-12-13T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:57:13.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2F_QsLzgCI/AAAAAAAAABc/GcyBi4syvEs/s1600-h/2007+November-beg+Dec+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last Saturday was our wards Christmas Party. Santa Clause came at the end and Owen went CRAZY!!! He wanted to see Santa so bad. So I present this series of pictures chronicli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2FpmcLzf7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8PcqJEIvJJE/s1600-h/2007+November-beg+Dec+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143508358555467698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2FpmcLzf7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8PcqJEIvJJE/s320/2007+November-beg+Dec+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ng Owens encounter with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jolly St. Nick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-7247658447333703888?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7247658447333703888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=7247658447333703888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/7247658447333703888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/7247658447333703888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-saturday-was-our-wards-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2FpmcLzf7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8PcqJEIvJJE/s72-c/2007+November-beg+Dec+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-1923323060898436782</id><published>2007-12-13T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:54:45.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2F0ScLzf8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_q-b5bZtDVY/s1600-h/2007+November-beg+Dec+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143520109585989570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2F0ScLzf8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_q-b5bZtDVY/s320/2007+November-beg+Dec+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen cautiously approaching Santa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-1923323060898436782?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1923323060898436782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=1923323060898436782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/1923323060898436782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/1923323060898436782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2007/12/owen-cautiously-approaching-santa.html' title=''/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2F0ScLzf8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_q-b5bZtDVY/s72-c/2007+November-beg+Dec+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-6191722933143506708</id><published>2007-12-13T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:56:06.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2F1_sLzf9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/YVTDobMMdsM/s1600-h/2007+November-beg+Dec+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143521986486697938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2F1_sLzf9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/YVTDobMMdsM/s320/2007+November-beg+Dec+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen on his way back from Santa (freaked out!)&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/6796660972541142584-6191722933143506708?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6191722933143506708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=6191722933143506708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/6191722933143506708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/6191722933143506708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2007/12/owen-on-his-way-back-from-santa-freaked.html' title=''/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2F1_sLzf9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/YVTDobMMdsM/s72-c/2007+November-beg+Dec+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796660972541142584.post-2749783538332667252</id><published>2007-12-13T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:56:22.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2F3CsLzf-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/HoXsEZEa-0s/s1600-h/2007+November-beg+Dec+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143523137537933282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2F3CsLzf-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/HoXsEZEa-0s/s320/2007+November-beg+Dec+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The aftermath of meeting Santa Claus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796660972541142584-2749783538332667252?l=fordneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2749783538332667252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796660972541142584&amp;postID=2749783538332667252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/2749783538332667252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796660972541142584/posts/default/2749783538332667252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fordneys.blogspot.com/2007/12/aftermath-of-meeting-santa-claus.html' title=''/><author><name>Fordney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976911332781102307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2GwWMLzgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/4KjbBEnIChA/S220/File0500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__StzhsnYwSQ/R2F3CsLzf-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/HoXsEZEa-0s/s72-c/2007+November-beg+Dec+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
