<?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-8246777511894475809</id><updated>2011-12-08T00:48:06.712-08:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='party'/><category term='car accident'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='apartment'/><category term='baking'/><category term='Fun times'/><title type='text'>And so it goes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-3769029479021062573</id><published>2011-12-03T18:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T18:41:52.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Its not often that I come to this blog to just write what I'm thinking.  I try to keep this thing fun and as entertaining as it can be, even if I do suck at it at times.  Tonight I'm standing in my kitchen watching a video Becca posted of the girls going to meet Santa.  Ivy, in her five year old glory, walked up to him, sat on his lap and promptly handed him her Christmas list.  They talked for second and then took a picture.  All the while, little Lily screamed in the back becoming more and more terrified at having to go talk to the man with the scary beard.  When Ivy's picture was done, Megen took Lily to sit on the other knee of Jolly ol' Saint Nick and Matthew did his best to get them both to smile so Becca could get her Christmas picture.  At first, all I could do is laugh.  Those girls just make me giggle.  Ivy is so strong and Lily is so meek.  But then the thoughts came.  I'm missing out on this.  I'm not there to watch them sit on Santa's lap.  To scream in terror or stride with confidence.  I'm far away.  By choice.  Then the BIG thoughts come in.  Was it the right choice?  Do I really want to live so far away from everything I've ever known.  From everyone I've ever known.  Do I want my children to only see their cousins at family functions twice a year.  Do I want to miss out on all these Santa trips and Magical Forest adventures.  And then I realize that I did it because I had to.  Because if Chris had moved to Vegas, we probably would have broken up.  He wouldnt have had the freedom to come to the conclusion that he wanted to join the church.  I would have never lived alone and never would have come to understand what being a real adult was.  I never would have lost my job and been forced to rely on Chris and the Church and family for everything I needed.  I might never have been diagnosed with cancer and I would still be living with a horrible disease but not even know about it.  I would never have made some amazing friends and met some fantastic people.  And knowing that moving here and the great things that came with it does make living here away from so many people that I love do dearly a little easier.  But it doesnt stop the tears from falling when I realize I've missed another birthday or that I need a three day weekend so I can give my mother a hug. &lt;div&gt;It's just really hard sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-3769029479021062573?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3769029479021062573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=3769029479021062573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3769029479021062573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3769029479021062573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2011/12/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-9161334489235505208</id><published>2011-11-15T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T10:02:09.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty!</title><content type='html'>We got a kitty!  Well....it started out as a single kitty.  But then we realized that they would need someone to play with and love while they were stuck in the bathroom while we tried to make sure they didnt have some horrible disease they were going to share with us.  So one kitty became two kittys.  It worked out for us that the humane society that we got them from had two sisters.  At first I wasnt sure they were actually sisters and I thought they were just raised for the first couple of months together but when I expressed my concerns, I was told they are in fact sisters.  Still not really believing it.  But now that we have them at home and get to play with them and look at them in the non florecent light of my living room, you can totally tell they are sisters.  Chloe is a calico and has blotches of color all over her.  Lexi is a tabby who when we first saw her, we thought she was just different shades of gray.  We can now see the splotches of red she has everywhere.  We got some seriously beautiful kitties.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-op67vDhwKck/TsKmcWFGYqI/AAAAAAAAARc/0Y17mRODv9M/s1600/IMG016.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-op67vDhwKck/TsKmcWFGYqI/AAAAAAAAARc/0Y17mRODv9M/s320/IMG016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675281486333764258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are two months old and within the last couple of days have decided that the upstairs hallway is not the only place they can play.  They love running at the dogs and then shooting up the stairs before Abby can even process what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;Last night Lexi decided that she was going to get into my entry way table drawer-through the back.  I couldnt help but laugh and decided to take some pictures of her trying to get down.  As you can tell in the first picture, Abby &lt;b&gt;HAD&lt;/b&gt; to know where the kitty was.  He sat there and barked until she came down.  It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v5Z-Cg3Rapk/TsKnXTwc8kI/AAAAAAAAASM/IvqYhkYJbAk/s1600/2011-11-14_21-43-44_247.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v5Z-Cg3Rapk/TsKnXTwc8kI/AAAAAAAAASM/IvqYhkYJbAk/s320/2011-11-14_21-43-44_247.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675282499322573378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vBEWNub9kcg/TsKnWkfutgI/AAAAAAAAASE/sfOwVdeE7Xs/s1600/2011-11-14_21-29-10_682.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vBEWNub9kcg/TsKnWkfutgI/AAAAAAAAASE/sfOwVdeE7Xs/s320/2011-11-14_21-29-10_682.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675282486635968002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Euy4qjKCq8U/TsKnWkOXwUI/AAAAAAAAARw/kRocVYVTrxU/s1600/2011-11-14_21-29-03_39.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Euy4qjKCq8U/TsKnWkOXwUI/AAAAAAAAARw/kRocVYVTrxU/s320/2011-11-14_21-29-03_39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675282486563160386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XJa2O9ww_ig/TsKnWa9eZmI/AAAAAAAAARo/NJHgNEl6-8g/s1600/2011-11-14_21-28-55_478.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XJa2O9ww_ig/TsKnWa9eZmI/AAAAAAAAARo/NJHgNEl6-8g/s320/2011-11-14_21-28-55_478.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675282484076373602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little kitties are awesome.  We seriously love them and they have been a joy to have in the house.  &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-9161334489235505208?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/9161334489235505208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=9161334489235505208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/9161334489235505208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/9161334489235505208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2011/11/kitty.html' title='Kitty!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-op67vDhwKck/TsKmcWFGYqI/AAAAAAAAARc/0Y17mRODv9M/s72-c/IMG016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-6381238495127392769</id><published>2011-09-25T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T09:54:57.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have been MIA as of late.  This whole house thing is a lot of work.  We signed our papers on the 23rd of August and moved in on the 27th.  Then we spent the next week trying to clean out the old apartment in between trying to set up the new place and going to work everyday.  Not a very easy task.  Its surprising how Chris and I would put something in its "new" spot and then promptly forget where it was.  This house has so much room!  We just aren't used to it!  Mom, Megen, Amber, Becca, Ivy and Lily all came out over Labor Day weekend and helped us make our house not so peachy.  We did a fabulous job.  I still haven't set up my computer so I can't load the pictures of the before and after but I will post them when I can!  I love my living room/dining room.  Its such a wonderful color. &lt;br /&gt;Chris and I had a house warming party this past weekend.  It was the first party that I have thrown and I'm happy to say it was not a complete bust! It actually turned out really nice.  We had lots of good friends, good food and fantastic conversation.  I was surprised at how many people could fit in my house at once and not have it feel cramped. I guess I'm so used to having 2 extra people in the apartment and feeling like there wasn't enough air to breathe. This house is a totally different experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-6381238495127392769?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6381238495127392769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=6381238495127392769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6381238495127392769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6381238495127392769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2011/09/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-5064677490333000188</id><published>2011-08-12T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:59:29.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems and new beginnings!</title><content type='html'>Hello friends and family!  Sorry I have not been writing very much, a lot has happened but I was either too sick to write about it or I didnt want to jinx it!  The house is OURS!  We sign the papers next week, Wednesday or Thursday and we can move in whenever after that.  I'm packing my butt off tomorrow to get as much as I can done.  WE ARE SO STINKIN EXCITED!  &lt;br /&gt;In other news, I had a scary medical thing happen that ended up ok but highly annoying.  It involved me getting up every hour for almost 2 weeks.  Needless to say, my body basically revolted and I got a little ill because of it.  But an awesome new doctor has put me on the mend and hopefully there will be no lasting affects.  &lt;br /&gt;I am looking for any style ideas for the house.  If you have any websites that you just LOVE, please let me know about them!  This whole styling a house thing is a little strange for me.  I'm the type of person that owns 4 pairs of black pants because I always know what goes with black! Color schemes are not really my thing but its something I am working on!  &lt;br /&gt;We are going to have a massive party when we get settled so everyone can come over and see the house and swim if they want.  We are SO excited about being home owners and knowing that we can do WHATEVER we want to the place!  Its gonna be AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-5064677490333000188?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5064677490333000188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=5064677490333000188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/5064677490333000188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/5064677490333000188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2011/08/problems-and-new-beginnings.html' title='Problems and new beginnings!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-6226227657833615946</id><published>2011-07-09T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:12:52.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Things have been a bit busy around here.  Chris and I have decided to look for a house to buy and have been running all over trying to figure out where we want to live.  We have looked in Tempe, Scottsdale, Mesa and now is NE Phoenix.  I think that is where we will end up buying our home.  It feels better there.  We are having a bit of a time finding one that we both like but I'm sure that we will have a home soon enough.  We love our realtor.  She is AMAZING.  There have been times when we have walked into a house and while walking around making comments she has stopped us and told us that its just not the house for us.  Chris and I always agree with her and we turn around and leave.  Its actually nice to know that she is trying to sell us a home and not just a place to live.&lt;br /&gt;In other news....my job is trying to kill me.  We recently fired an attorney and she has decided that she is going to try and make our lives a living hell.  Because of the transition and our other attorney being behind on her time, I have had to take work home with me and have been working on the weekends to try and catch up.  Good news is that I can run the bills on Monday.  Bad news is they are Junes bills with May time on them.  I'm hoping to be able to catch up on the July bill with June time on it in the next week or so.  Its gonna be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...what else.... Chris got in a car accident and he broke his car so now we are trying to figure out if we really do need that second car.  With our schedules being so different, him 6:45 am to 5:30pm and me 8:30am to 4:30pm, I can just take him to work and then go straight to the office myself and then go get him when I'm done with my day.  Its a bit of a drive but hey, no car payment is REALLY nice. We are also talking about him taking the bus or carpooling with a co-worker.  Who knows how it will all work out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-6226227657833615946?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6226227657833615946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=6226227657833615946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6226227657833615946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6226227657833615946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2011/07/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-1061180776106606091</id><published>2011-05-18T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:48:11.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Herro</title><content type='html'>Nothing all that big is going on right now.  I did finally get that permanent job and I love it.  No words describe how I feel.  I was recently made office manager but that is mainly so I can deal with the little administrative stuff my boss doesn't have time to deal with.  I don't do anything major so that makes me very happy.  If you ever need a family lawyer or know someone that does, let me know!  She is licensed in Utah and Arizona and she is AMAZING!  &lt;br /&gt;Other than that Chris and I are looking for a new place to live.  The place we are in right now has two things wrong with it.  1- its really small.  2- if you don't own, the people that live here permanently hate you and don't have any problems letting you know it.  We are kinda sorta maybe looking into buying.  Maybe. I told Chris I wasn't ready for that level of commitment.  Ha! &lt;br /&gt;That's really about it.  Like I said, nothing new going on.  I guess we shall just wait and see what the new day brings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-1061180776106606091?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1061180776106606091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=1061180776106606091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1061180776106606091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1061180776106606091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2011/05/herro.html' title='Herro'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-8437064935247821838</id><published>2011-04-25T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:23:27.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out!</title><content type='html'>Chris is amazing.  I have recently started giving myself injections to help with some medical stuff and they make me extremely nauseous to the point where its hard for me to move without wanting to get sick.  Because of this he has been taking extreme care of me.  When I do feel well, he goes shopping with me.  When I feel sick he lets me cuddle up to him on the luv sac even tho its 300 degrees outside and he secretly wants nothing more than to tell me to get off so he can cool down.  The other night I mentioned how great a slurpy would be.  He left within a few minutes and got me one.  Just cause.  I thought he would have gotten something for himself, but nope.  Just me.  Totally spoiled.  On friday we had what I am starting to refer to as the Chocolate Catastrophe of 2011.  I ordered chocolates from San Diego and they were delivered to a big metal box with direct sun exposure for as long as the sun is up.  The chocolates had NO chance. I was in great need of chocolates (it was one of those days) and, I'm not going to lie, I was heart broken.  Here is a picture of the chocolates. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRD9Mdq9OIw/TbYsTMNB0cI/AAAAAAAAARE/SV57roa5Hjc/s1600/Chocolate%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRD9Mdq9OIw/TbYsTMNB0cI/AAAAAAAAARE/SV57roa5Hjc/s320/Chocolate%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599711894886797762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See what I was dealing with?  I emailed the people I ordered them from and they agreed to resend to my work address.  So everything is good but I'm mad at the post office. Such chocolate should not be wasted! Today Chris went out and got me See's Chocolates.  I put them in my freezer because its harder to eat them when they are frozen!  Yay for no willpower but freezer power will do!  He is so sweet to me and sometimes I don't know what I did to deserve him but I love him.  He is my boy and I can not imagine a better man to spend eternity with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/DSCN1254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/DSCN1254.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-8437064935247821838?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8437064935247821838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=8437064935247821838' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/8437064935247821838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/8437064935247821838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2011/04/shout-out.html' title='Shout out!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRD9Mdq9OIw/TbYsTMNB0cI/AAAAAAAAARE/SV57roa5Hjc/s72-c/Chocolate%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-3199464563389536202</id><published>2011-04-14T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T12:35:12.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New job!  Kinda....</title><content type='html'>I started a new temp job a couple weeks ago.  Its for a very small Family Law firm and the people I work with are amazing.  Within the first week of my working there I was proposed to and told the boss lady would love to have my children for me.  Good times.  Yesterday she asked if we could make out.  She loves me that much.  The reason for her love?  I know a program that not a whole lot of people know (Amber knows it better!  THANKS AMBS!) and she had to start new because her office staff were totally taking complete advantage of her.  She fired everyone at the end of Feb and had to start new.  Thats where I came in.  I had to re-create Jan and Feb bills because the old office staff took the computers that the real bills were on, so we had to start from a backup.  OY.  You heard me right.  They stole the computers, along with all that confidential work.  Lovely people, huh?  Today I got all the March bills out and if I wasn't currently home sick, I would be working on getting out Aprils bills.  And then we would be caught up!  The really great news is that she wants to keep me!  I would have a home again!  Real job!  Done with temp stuff!  How awesome is that!  My temp agency is dragging their feet just a little because A-they get more money the longer Im employed with them and she is "renting" me, and B- we had a bit of a stalker problem with one of the other temp agency employees and they want to make sure I'm not that type of person.  BUT SHE WANTS TO KEEP ME!  I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed now. LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-3199464563389536202?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3199464563389536202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=3199464563389536202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3199464563389536202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3199464563389536202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-job-kinda.html' title='New job!  Kinda....'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-3600070263275641846</id><published>2011-03-20T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T18:05:22.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year!</title><content type='html'>Today is our wedding anniversary!  1 whole year and we haven't killed each other yet!  Awesome, I know!  I was going to do this little picture thing about our first year together but I'm lazy and I need to pack for my trip to Vegas to see the family so I thought I would just recap a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 20th, married&lt;br /&gt;Went to new doctor in April&lt;br /&gt;Went back to new doctor for blood tests in June&lt;br /&gt;Found nodules in June&lt;br /&gt;New Endocrinologist in June&lt;br /&gt;Decision for surgery in June&lt;br /&gt;August 6th, first surgery to remove one half of my thyroid&lt;br /&gt;August 13th, found out I had cancer and scheduled to take out second half of thyroid&lt;br /&gt;First week in September, honeymoon trip to San Fransisco&lt;br /&gt;September 10th, second surgery spent two days in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;October 13th, went through the temple with Chris&lt;br /&gt;October 16th, sealed to the love of my life for all time and eternity&lt;br /&gt;November and December I was sick, almost the entire two months&lt;br /&gt;Started a temp job in January&lt;br /&gt;Interviewed and did not get temp job in March&lt;br /&gt;March 19th, went to the Phoenix zoo where we looked beautiful animals that made us sad because they were caged to celebrate our 1 year anniversary&lt;br /&gt;March 20th, 2011 1 year with my hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back it seems like it went by so fast but there was a lot of waiting.  Waiting for test results, waiting for surgeries, waiting for dates to come and things to do.  I hope this next year is just as great-maybe not so scary with the cancer thing- and that Chris and I are able to just love each other more.  I think that growing as a family will be the most important part of this next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-3600070263275641846?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3600070263275641846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=3600070263275641846' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3600070263275641846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3600070263275641846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2011/03/1-year.html' title='1 year!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-6392263226887681698</id><published>2011-02-16T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T18:31:28.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you hear them barking?</title><content type='html'>I can't!  We recently got a notice from the HOA about the dogs barking.  Apparently they don't like it when dogs do this.  Chris and I hate walking them because they constantly bark at the people we pass or if they think they might have seen someone down that road, a block or two.  So we got a spray collar.  Both of us are completely against anything that will hurt the puppies.  We just can't have that and shock collars do nothing but hurt.  So after some research Chris found these from Innotek.  We just started using them tonight and they were amazing!  The dogs get frightened when they get sprayed and they run away from the spot they were in which is really kinda funny but the really great thing is that they were quiet.  We are only going to let them wear it when we are out of the house and on walks.  But its been awesome so far.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I'm still at my temp job and I've let both the temp agency and the place I'm temping know that Im interested in going full time.  I don't know if its going to happen tho.  Apparently they started a process when they fired the other girl and now that process has to be completed.  That process currently entails having a second interview with a girl next Tuesday for my temp job.  Shhhh...I'm not supposed to know.  But people talk and all that.  I hope they keep me.  I'm doing the job well, I'm having fun and the people seem to really like me.  Plus, why train someone all over again.  Its stupid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about that.  Until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-6392263226887681698?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6392263226887681698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=6392263226887681698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6392263226887681698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6392263226887681698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2011/02/can-you-hear-them-barking.html' title='Can you hear them barking?'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-4883235636662098326</id><published>2010-12-30T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T12:04:04.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies!</title><content type='html'>This is a test of the new flip cam I got for Christmas.  Having never posted a video before, I hope this works.  Its Chris and Abby relaxing on the luv sac. Abby has finally learned to give kisses and now he gives them freely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y7wrls3Zx2A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y7wrls3Zx2A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my voice.  I sometimes don't realize I'm talking like an idiot.  Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-4883235636662098326?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/4883235636662098326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=4883235636662098326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4883235636662098326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4883235636662098326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/12/puppies.html' title='Puppies!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-3124162858604701249</id><published>2010-12-30T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:11:59.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>Do you ever lay in bed at night and become over run with fear?  The kind that makes you get up and pace the living room, hoping that you don't wake anyone else up.  The kind that no matter how you rationalize it in your head, it doesn't go away.  So you busy yourself with something else.  Perhaps you play a game online or clean the kitchen.  Perhaps you write in your journal or pop in a movie.  Maybe you read the scriptures and pray.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having that right now.  It's a fear that I thought had long ago passed but it comes up and bites me every once in a while.  Every time it comes on it hurts a little more.  Tonight it tightened my chest and drove me from my bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an irrational fear of being left. I know that nothing in the world would take him from me by his choice, but they don't always leave by their choice.  I know this is stemming from Daddy's death.  I know its silly and I honestly thought I was done with it.  I no longer &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to know where he is.  If he is late home from work, thats fine.  He is coming home and if he is drastically late, he will have an interesting story.  It came on so suddenly tonight.  Usually I have days of little thoughts before the fear comes on.  But tonight it hit me like a ton of bricks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time to talk to someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-3124162858604701249?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3124162858604701249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=3124162858604701249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3124162858604701249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3124162858604701249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/12/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-3618004741286204379</id><published>2010-12-02T11:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:23:09.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HO HO HO!</title><content type='html'>Its that time of year again!  Busting out the address book to get all those Christmas cards sent!  GOTTA LOVE IT!  For the past couple photo projects I've done for the house, I've used Shutterfly.  If you guys haven't used them, you really should check them out.  I did a book of Chris and I while we were dating, a book of our wedding and a book of Daddy.  I love them.  They are very well done and you can either put the pictures in yourself or they will just do it for you.  AWESEOME!  I'm thinking of doing a &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars  "&gt;calender &lt;/a&gt; from them soon just because the one Becca did for Mom and Dad a few years ago turned out so cute.  What I'm actually most excited about right now are the &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/holiday-cards"&gt;holiday cards&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-photo-cards"&gt;Photo holiday cards&lt;/a&gt;.  They are all so stinkin cute!  They have this Retro Christmas photo card that is my absolute favorite.  I don't know why but I love the black and white with red lettering.  Its just striking. I also like the one called Snowflake Dazzle.  I'm very drawn to how simple yet pretty it is.  I just can't decide which ones to use!  OY!&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm trying to find the perfect picture of Chris and I to go on the card.  Hrm.   We can go with one of us at the beach or 4th of July... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TPf9hhtYdBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/olTRz7so4Kg/s1600/DSCN1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TPf9hhtYdBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/olTRz7so4Kg/s320/DSCN1532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546180218556281874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TPf9hYISPiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/inA9h4cEBro/s1600/DSCN1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TPf9hYISPiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/inA9h4cEBro/s320/DSCN1242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546180215984766498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TPf9gRHrP6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/OoE05hht2k0/s1600/DSCN1477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TPf9gRHrP6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/OoE05hht2k0/s320/DSCN1477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546180196923293602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.  Maybe its not too late to have a mini photo shoot!  Anyway.  This site is amazing.  Very simple to use and the products are awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you like Shutterfly and want 50 free cards &lt;a href="http://blog.shutterfly.com/5358/holiday2010-blog-submission-form/"&gt;go here for more info&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-3618004741286204379?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3618004741286204379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=3618004741286204379' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3618004741286204379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3618004741286204379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='HO HO HO!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TPf9hhtYdBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/olTRz7so4Kg/s72-c/DSCN1532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-1215604759284484206</id><published>2010-09-21T00:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:48:45.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while....</title><content type='html'>Sooo....whats up?  It's been a little bit of a time since I last posted.  Things have been pretty busy or I have been too drugged to comprehend what's been going on.  Either way it's been good times!  Let's recap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Labor Day weekend Chris and I had our belated honeymoon.  Chris kept calling it a vacation and I kept hitting him for it.  I think he knows what it is now.  Ha!  We went to San Francisco and had an amazing time.  It was so nice!  Anytime we would leave a building I would worry that it was going to be hot and then I would remember where we were and that the sun didn't work the same in Califonia as is does in Arizona.  There was something lovely about walking outside and having it be like 60 degrees.  If California wasn't so stinkin expensive I might move there just for the weather. I have some lovely pictures to post but they have to be played with a little so I will leave those be for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next!  I cut my hair.  As a present to myself before my surgery I got my hair cut.  It was long and heavy and hot and I felt ugly.  I seriously love my hair now.  Its above my shoulders and has this lovely bounce to it and I don't have to do a stinkin thing to it and ITS AMAZING! Behold!  New hair!  Pay no attention to the look on my face.  I don't know whats going on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TJhhLRLS77I/AAAAAAAAAPo/c9AmQUXo4yg/s1600/New+hair!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TJhhLRLS77I/AAAAAAAAAPo/c9AmQUXo4yg/s320/New+hair!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519268189559779250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally....DUN DUN DUN!  My surgery!  As you probably all know, I survived.  I got released on Saturday (I could have had to stay till Sunday) and my doctor didn't give me any pain meds.  I had some from my first surgery but I was in a lot of pain for the first couple days because I wanted to make sure that I had enough to cover me.  I called them on Monday and waited for a call back.  Tuesday Chris called.  And then he called again.  And then he called the third time and they said the persciption had just gotten signed and was on its way to the store.  DARN RIGHT! By the time Chris was ready to go gorilla crazy on someone so it was probably in their best interest to give me the meds.  Other than that nothing really is going on.  I'm even more tired these days than I was before but I'm not sure how much of that is recovery and how much is hypothyroid at its worst.  Only time will tell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TJhhLhsk6SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qPFV5cAoUdw/s1600/New+natural+necklace!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TJhhLhsk6SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qPFV5cAoUdw/s320/New+natural+necklace!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519268193994336546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my lovely new natural neckalce.  It still hurts and I still have lots of trouble sleeping but its better than having the cancer still in there.  I've found that I can swallow easier than before.  I didn't realize I was having problems swallowing but now I have a much easier time.  I find that kinda interesting.  I don't know when radiation will happen but will keep everyone updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one last little happy news.  Chris and I are going to be sealed for all time and eternity on October 16th in the Mesa Temple.  We are so stinkin excited!  We are taking out our Endowment on the 14th and can't wait for that either.  It's going to be so awesome!  I CAN'T WAIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-1215604759284484206?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1215604759284484206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=1215604759284484206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1215604759284484206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1215604759284484206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while....'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TJhhLRLS77I/AAAAAAAAAPo/c9AmQUXo4yg/s72-c/New+hair!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-8695208070146217461</id><published>2010-08-23T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:49:28.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies!</title><content type='html'>The day has arrived when Annie and Abernathy have come to live with Chris and I.  We are thrilled.  Every time we leave Las Vegas I'm so sad to leave Annie.  And now she is always going to be with me!  We only brought them home this afternoon so they are still fairly freaking out.  Not sure whats going on or anything.  Good news is they are drinking and eating and have enjoyed the walk they went on this afternoon.  Annie has taken up residency in her little kennel/home that I bought her back when I first got her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/THMyn928f-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ayq_2SsxFGA/s1600/DSCN1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/THMyn928f-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ayq_2SsxFGA/s320/DSCN1330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508802431405555682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has always found comfort in it and I'm glad she has it right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby is walking around trying to find the most comfy spot to sleep.  So far, its this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/THMy6E1NvDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yp0FRtm4NYk/s1600/DSCN1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/THMy6E1NvDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yp0FRtm4NYk/s320/DSCN1331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508802742514990130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep everyone updated on them and their new life.  Chris already loves it when I leave cause they flock to him!  LOVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-8695208070146217461?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8695208070146217461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=8695208070146217461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/8695208070146217461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/8695208070146217461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/08/puppies.html' title='Puppies!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/THMyn928f-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ayq_2SsxFGA/s72-c/DSCN1330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-8690706391819872075</id><published>2010-08-12T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:25:53.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Velociraptor strikes again!</title><content type='html'>Or at least, he will.  I went to see the surgeon today as a post op appointment.  Everything is healing really well and everything looks great.  Except for that one little part. The one where they have to go in and take out the other part of my thyroid because they found cancer in the first part.  NOT HAPPY.  My surgeon is pretty much amazing.  He walked into the room today and asked how I felt and I responded with what Chris and I have been saying to each other from pretty much the start of my surgery.  Im good except it feels like someone stabbed me in the neck.  He looked at me, sat down, and said "Well.  I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to stab you again." How freakin funny is that?  If it hadn't just been confirmed that I have cancer, I probably would have died laughing.   Surgery is set for September 10th.  I will be barely all healed from this surgery in time for them to do it again.  He said my skin is the perfect white for the surgery and everything will disappear easily.  Thats good to hear at least.  Don't need some gnarly looking scar. About a month or so after this next surgery I will have to have some sort of radiation.  I don't have a lot of info on that just yet but will update when I find it all out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-8690706391819872075?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8690706391819872075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=8690706391819872075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/8690706391819872075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/8690706391819872075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-velociraptor-strikes-again.html' title='And the Velociraptor strikes again!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-2566177812518202512</id><published>2010-08-11T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T12:02:00.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Care package!</title><content type='html'>Megen and Amber wanted to come down for my surgery but they couldn't.  Instead they sent me a wonderful care package!  They made me cookies!  And LOTS of them!  There are ones with my name on them and a band aid and a heart with A+C.  They are so fun.  They also sent me some kit kats and good &amp; plenty, my favorite candies.  Then to top it all off they sent me a new elephant and hes got an ouchie on his neck too!  He is my new favorite!  I saw him and about died laughing!  My sisters are all so good to me and I love them all so much.  I'm truly thankful for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwmg.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fv399%2Fautumnangel83%2F8022326b.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/?action=view&amp;current=8022326b.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-2566177812518202512?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2566177812518202512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=2566177812518202512' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2566177812518202512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2566177812518202512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/08/care-package.html' title='Care package!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-1268738988115567570</id><published>2010-08-11T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T11:56:55.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and then a velociraptor slashed me in the neck!</title><content type='html'>At least that's the story I'm telling everyone.  Far more entertaining if you ask me.  Any whoo.  Surgery is done.  IT SUCKED.  Having been my first surgery I was considerably freaked out.  Lucky for me I had a great anesthesiologist who answered any and all questions I could have thought of and she gave me lots of good drugs to make sure I didn't feel anything.  But like Daddy, I didn't quite need the amount they gave me and had a few problems coming out of it.  A 30 minute stay in recovery led to about 2 hours with a threat of having to be admitted for observation if I didn't get my lungs working the way they should have been. We walked around recovery for a little while and then Chris got to come in and stay with me while I sat and used one of those breathing things to make your lungs expand.  I have never had to cough on command as often as I did that day.  Apparently coughing really makes your lungs expand.  Who would have thunk it. &lt;br /&gt;When I got home, Minna, Matt and Becca had cleaned my house.  They had gotten in the night before at about 1 a.m. ish and Chris and I had to be at the surgery place by 5:30 so we let them sleep while I was having surgery.  We got home about noon and I was immediately put to bed on the hide-a-way bed where I spent the majority of the next 4 days.  I had to sleep sitting up because of my lungs and my incision.  I still cant sleep laying down because of my neck, but its getting close!  &lt;br /&gt;I was so seriously spoiled.  Chris was too.  Anytime I asked Chris to do something, Minna or Becca got up to do it first.  Matt sat and chatted with Chris and I about silly things and made me laugh.  It was a great weekend and I'm so thankful that they were able to come out and spend it with me.  &lt;br /&gt;We spent the majority of the weekend inside because I was in a half conscious state for most of it.  Becca had never seen Fire Fly so we did a marathon of that.  SO GOOD! I seriously love that show.  Other than that, we just chilled.  Minna did my nails and hair.  She made sure my hair was at all times away from my neck and put it in pretty braids!  We taught Chris how to braid hair as well so he could take over when Minna left.  Becca cooked EVERYTHING.  Any time we talked about food, she would get up and make it. It was a good weekend.  I think everyone enjoyed themselves.  I'm super glad they were able to come and play with me and that we could spend all that time together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide show of the weekend!  There is one picture of my neck, but its not really gross.  It just looks ouchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwmg.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fv399%2Fautumnangel83%2Fa00b9e97.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/?action=view&amp;current=a00b9e97.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-1268738988115567570?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1268738988115567570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=1268738988115567570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1268738988115567570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1268738988115567570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-then-velociraptor-slashed-me-in.html' title='...and then a velociraptor slashed me in the neck!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-3602680968927754850</id><published>2010-07-19T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:03:56.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soo...</title><content type='html'>I met with the surgeon today.  He is very nice and he seems to know what he is doing and all that happy stuff.  He walked me through the entire thing.  But I am a little bummed.  They are only taking out half of it, the part with the nodules on it.  They are then going to test if for cancer and if they find out its cancerous, they are going to wait about a month and then take out the other part.  Why they don't just take out the entire stupid thing, I don't know.  But I'm feeling really disheartened about it.  I was hoping that this would be a great big new start and that I would finally start feeling better.  And who knows, maybe I will.  But I just feel like its never going to end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgery is August 6th.  I have to be there at 5:30 am and surgery is set to start at 7:30.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy.  Just oy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-3602680968927754850?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3602680968927754850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=3602680968927754850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3602680968927754850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3602680968927754850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/07/soo.html' title='Soo...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-3966221322746130538</id><published>2010-07-13T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:52:09.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its gotta come out!</title><content type='html'>Sooo....I went to the new Endocrinologist today.  He was amazing.  Both his Nurse Practitioner and he were just simply amazing. I had been warned that his bedside manner was a big tough sometimes but I felt he was warm and very comforting.  He actually reminded me a lot of Daddy.  The NP came in first and got a history of everything and asked about a million questions to really get an understanding of everything I have gone through in all the years of trying to get this thyroid condition taken care of.  After she was done she took a look at my pathology reports and saw that they didnt have the results from my biopsy.  So she had no clue why I had written on my admissions form my concerns about thyroid cancer.  She immediately started tracking down the proper reports and I got sent on my way to get blood taken and have another ultrasound done on my thyroid.  All with in the office.  They took 7 vials of blood to run all the tests in the world.  They are running tests for cancer markers, hormone levels and anything else you can think of that might be affecting the way my body handles things.  In the middle of the ultrasound, my doctor came in and took over.  I love when doctors know how to do everything and aren't afraid to jump right in.  They finally got the report they had been waiting for so he left to look at it.  By the time he came back I was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for the blood to leave my head and go back to my body and he just came to the edge of the bed, sat down and started showing my things on the report. I have never had a doctor treat me like I wasn't an idiot.  It was great.  He explained everything in words I could understand and then said words I had been dreading and longing to hear. "Looks like we are between a rock and a hard place.  It's gotta come out." I looked at him for a second, asked him if he meant my thyroid and when he said yes, I threw my hands in the air and said "Happy Birthday to ME!" Everyone in the room started laughing.  I explained that I have been dealing with this for YEARS and I was just ready to be done with it. He gave me three names of surgeons he really liked and off I went.  I have an appointment Monday at 8 to talk to the surgeon and we will go from there.  Kinda scary. Kinda happy.  All around, I'm just glad to have things moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;For clarification, we don't know that I have thyroid cancer.  All we know is that two kinds of cells were found in the biopsy.  Those two cells do occur when dealing with Hashimoto's Thyroiditis but they also point to cancer. So better safe than sorry, we are taking it out.  After its out there will be tests run and we will find out from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-3966221322746130538?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3966221322746130538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=3966221322746130538' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3966221322746130538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3966221322746130538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-gotta-come-out.html' title='Its gotta come out!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-4315507931709641457</id><published>2010-06-25T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:09:44.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This might sting a little....</title><content type='html'>This morning was the dreaded biopsy.  The tech got me ready and was answering any questions I had.*  The doc came in and tried to make light of the situation as he could tell I was a little worried.  The tech had gone over exactly what they were planning on doing and explained that the doctor would make up to 10 passes with different needles into the nodules.  Up to 5 for each one.  At this point I didn't know I had two nodules but hey, whatever.  The tech made it a point to let me know that the doc would try and use the same puncture wound for each pass so I wasn't going to come out looking like a pin cushion.  Let me tell you.  That is exactly how I felt.  The stuck my the first time to put the area to sleep and then used an ultra sound machine to find the nodules.  One of them is very low and they were worried about how they were going to get to it.  They decided to just puncture me low and have a go.  It actually worked out pretty well.  I could feel more things than I wanted to and my neck is sore from the inside out, but I guess over all it wasn't a horrible experience. They explained that the reason they make so many passes at once is because a lot of what they get is non diagnosable.  Who knows why it comes back like that, but ok.  &lt;br /&gt;I look like a vampire tried to bite me the wrong way, instead of on my neck its vertically on my chest-ish.  I tried to take a picture but the band aid left red welts on my skin so you can't really tell which is which.  Maybe I can update tomorrow with it.  If you want an idea of where I'm talking about, its where the collar bones meet.  Think of a really skinny lady and how you can see her collar bones and how they meet in the middle of her neck.  Now go up just a little.  That's where they put the area to sleep and a tiny bit above that is the spot they used to take the samples.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Something you may be interested in knowing.  Almost all woman have nodules on their thyroids.  A lot of them aren't found out until an MRI or something is done on the neck or spine and they see it at that point.  Most are not problematic, but if they find them, they will test them just to make sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-4315507931709641457?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/4315507931709641457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=4315507931709641457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4315507931709641457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4315507931709641457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-might-sting-little.html' title='This might sting a little....'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-7939275406195115835</id><published>2010-06-24T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:50:49.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Update</title><content type='html'>So... Chris made me go to the doctor.  He made the appointment and everything.  I thought it was just going to be a woman's wellness check up.  Nope.  Since it was done by the Nurse Practitioner at my GP's office, she decided to delve into my life and see what else is wrong with me. Anyone who talks to me for more than about 5 minutes comes to find out that I am broken.  I'm very used to being broken.  I don't exactly like it, but hey. Its my lot in life.  I get it.  The Nurse Practitioner didn't want me to be broken so she ordered a bunch of tests.  I don't like going to doctors for one main reason.  They love to run tests.  And tests mean blood work and blood work means needles.  You would think that someone who had has blood work done pretty routinely about every 3 months for the past 6ish years- ok, 5ish since I haven't had anything done since I moved to AZ- would get over this thing with needles.  Its not really a fear, I just really don't like them.  The thought of something metal and hard going into my body and taking out the one thing that keeps me alive kinda irks me.  I'm strange, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!  We got blood work done.  She ran all the normals and a few that aren't.  I really like this lady by the way.  She is amazing.  She knows a lot about thyroid stuff because she had thyroid problems so she knows how frustrating it can be and even knows what doctor she would send me to if we decide on that route. This all happened late last week.  I got blood work done on Thursday and a thyroid ultrasound done on Friday.  Friday night Chris and I drove down to Vegas for a long weekend because he had a couple days off from work.  While there I got a phone call from my doctors office.  I have a nodule on my thyroid and they want to biopsy it.  I know biopsy's aren't anything huge.  You do them for multiple reasons and you do them to figure out why they are there.  When I hear biopsy, I hear cancer.  So I immediately start freaking out.  Its a good thing Chris was there when I got the phone call because he has this very calming effect on me.  We talked about it, got me to stop freaking out and we are just going to deal with it.  No point in freaking out about something you have no control over. An appointment was made to have the biopsy done tomorrow.  I'm scared, but will deal.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went in for the results of last weeks blood work.  Yup.  Still broken. Only now, I'm more broken than I have ever been!  Little background on thyroid.  A normal thyroid range is between .5 and 5. The higher the number, the less your thyroid is working so 5 is when you need to take some meds and get it working again.  Mine is at a 20.4.  The NP came in, told me the number and started laughing when she said she can understand now why I'm fatigued.  Ya think!?  That's the highest its ever been so I can understand it now as well!  She is starting me on a low dose of synthroid to see if we can cut that level down a bit and go from there.  I also have a low vitamin D level (they are starting to think thyroid and vitamin D levels go hand in hand) but she doesn't want to start me on any supplements for that until the next round of blood work gets done.  So...I go in and see her next week.  I'm trying not to get my hopes up on this.  I've been so tired for so long I don't know how I would react if I woke up and didn't have that urge to lay back down. But optimism is something everyone needs so I will continue on my days and hope that she can find the right bandage to fix me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-7939275406195115835?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7939275406195115835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=7939275406195115835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/7939275406195115835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/7939275406195115835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/06/medical-update.html' title='Medical Update'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-2898122379228020988</id><published>2010-06-15T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:34:37.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friend Shirts</title><content type='html'>My sister Megen is awesome.  She is by far one of the most creative people I have ever met.  She makes yummy food (she made my wedding cake and she and Amber did the catering for my wedding) and she loves to be crafty.  She and Ivy and Amber are the bestest of friends.  To show just how great friends they are, they all made best friend shirts!  Ivy had an absolute blast with this because while Megen and Amber supervised, Ivy got to actually do everything and then the Aunties "helped" to make sure it all worked.  Here are some pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfGUhMIZUI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cqMoCR3pERU/s1600/DSCN1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfGUhMIZUI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cqMoCR3pERU/s320/DSCN1154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483069127155803458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that concentration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfGVJNI4YI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a0X78-j-v0U/s1600/DSCN1160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfGVJNI4YI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a0X78-j-v0U/s320/DSCN1160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483069137897447810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked where every color got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfFHwQfAJI/AAAAAAAAANo/6OJcykO1nk0/s1600/DSCN1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfFHwQfAJI/AAAAAAAAANo/6OJcykO1nk0/s320/DSCN1162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483067808350666898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And made a HUGE mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfGu0-u1zI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8etOKoCQgEA/s1600/DSCN1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfGu0-u1zI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8etOKoCQgEA/s320/DSCN1167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483069579144910642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy "helping" Auntie Megen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfFKHR_L9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/NCNpZbviPBQ/s1600/DSCN1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfFKHR_L9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/NCNpZbviPBQ/s320/DSCN1169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483067848890724306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megs pluggin away at her own shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfFJpUJEVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gE8EEUVObo4/s1600/DSCN1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfFJpUJEVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gE8EEUVObo4/s320/DSCN1168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483067840846696786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfGvXLxgsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/aUSnwVFXJA0/s1600/DSCN1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfGvXLxgsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/aUSnwVFXJA0/s320/DSCN1166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483069588326417090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Ambi doing her shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had some pictures of the finished project but I guess not.  Anyway, they turned out really cute and everyone had a blast making them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-2898122379228020988?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2898122379228020988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=2898122379228020988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2898122379228020988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2898122379228020988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-friend-shirts.html' title='Best Friend Shirts'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfGUhMIZUI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cqMoCR3pERU/s72-c/DSCN1154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-8188493096228071123</id><published>2010-06-15T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:17:00.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Moved!</title><content type='html'>Most of you already know this, but we moved!  Its just 15 minutes from where we were but its made a load of different.  This place is a little bigger than the last place but most importantly... ITS GOT A KITCHEN!  A BIG ONE!  I love this kitchen.  You couldn't fit two people in my last kitchen and this past Sunday we had 4, yes 4! people in my kitchen!  I will never be able to go back to a small kitchen again. &lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures to show you guys the place, but I'm really not happy with them.  So I might take some more later and throw them on up here. &lt;br /&gt;We actually have a house right now.  Everything is put away, we aren't banging our toes on boxes and we aren't ashamed to have people come over.  Life is pretty good on the home front right now if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some other news, Chris' hard drive on his computer died about a month before we got married.  Seeing as we had no money, we just used my computer.  But recently he got his settlement from the car accidents he was in last year and I told him to take some of the money and buy himself a laptop so I could have my computer back.  I know, I'm mean.  I don't like sharing. He ended up getting this really nice HP laptop that was on super sale because the line had been refreshed.  I'm really not all that sure what that means, but people who speak computer know. Here are some pics of us opening it up.  He was SO excited! Basically, this is how it goes.  All the accessories, pulling it out, showing off the laptop, plugging it in and the last picture is my favorite because it looks like his hand is coming out of the laptop when really he was just push the power button. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfAvDFxIxI/AAAAAAAAANA/uwJo79Y7Mfc/s1600/DSCN1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfAvDFxIxI/AAAAAAAAANA/uwJo79Y7Mfc/s320/DSCN1176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483062985862750994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accessories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfAvgEzSsI/AAAAAAAAANI/w9aSaKMnxbw/s1600/DSCN1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfAvgEzSsI/AAAAAAAAANI/w9aSaKMnxbw/s320/DSCN1180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483062993643326146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling out the laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfAwDYfsQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/L_ry0NYVibs/s1600/DSCN1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfAwDYfsQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/L_ry0NYVibs/s320/DSCN1182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483063003121168642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off his new laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfAwt5zvMI/AAAAAAAAANY/Ezl_cw6goNI/s1600/DSCN1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfAwt5zvMI/AAAAAAAAANY/Ezl_cw6goNI/s320/DSCN1186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483063014535183554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plugging it in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfAxLUQ5QI/AAAAAAAAANg/Dtu5txAdo5Q/s1600/DSCN1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfAxLUQ5QI/AAAAAAAAANg/Dtu5txAdo5Q/s320/DSCN1193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483063022430774530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just think this one is really cool because it looks like his hand is coming out of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now!  Talk to you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-8188493096228071123?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8188493096228071123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=8188493096228071123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/8188493096228071123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/8188493096228071123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-moved.html' title='We Moved!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfAvDFxIxI/AAAAAAAAANA/uwJo79Y7Mfc/s72-c/DSCN1176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-560201924440650798</id><published>2010-05-14T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:20:34.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little update</title><content type='html'>Life has been really hectic as of late.  Our lease is up on May 31st and we didnt find a place till this last monday, May 10th, after almost 2 months of looking.  We always had plans to move on the 22nd so we could have a week of being able to clean the old place and not have to shove it into a day so we have been packing up a storm.  On top of that Chris and I are going to the gym almost daily so getting home, getting dinner ready and then trying to pack all before bed time...its been a challenge. &lt;br /&gt;On top of that I think Ive finally made a very scary decision.  Im going back to school to be a nurse.  I've been looking into the nursing programs around here and the new place is actually right next to one of the community colleges.  If I can get some financial aid going, I will probably be starting this fall.  Im so scared to go back to school!  What if Im not good at it?  What if its too hard?  What if I get half way through and what I thought I wanted to be for pratically my entire life, I find I cant do?  Needless to say, IM SCARED. &lt;br /&gt;In other news, married life is awesome.  Everyday I feel like I couldnt love Chris more and then it happens.  He is so special and I thank the Lord daily for him.  I had the first "so when are you guys going to have babies" question yesterday.  Good times!  I think its safe to say that we wanted to wait a little longer than two months into our married life before having a baby.  I know, we are rebels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-560201924440650798?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/560201924440650798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=560201924440650798' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/560201924440650798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/560201924440650798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-update.html' title='Little update'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-4394022518420907615</id><published>2010-04-08T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:21:47.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory Of...</title><content type='html'>I never really talked about Daddys death on this blog.  I never talked how hard it is on a daily basis to be without such a wonderful and great man.  There are days that go by that I would literally give anything to be able to talk to him again for just a few minutes.  To tell him about my day or to ask him a question.  Or heck, even to sit down and watch one of his shows with him and listen as he talks about that gun or that plane instead of actually watching the show.  It really is the little things that you miss the most.  Im so incredibly grateful that I was able to spend as much time with him as I was before his death.  Being able to drive with him from Vegas to Phoenix and back by myself is literally something that I will forever cherish.  I learned more about him and his childhood in those few hours than ever before.  I got to hear stories about my Grandpa Morris and what a great man Daddy thought him to be.  I heard about Daddy blowing out his knee in baseball and having to give up being a paramedic.  I heard about Grandpa's new wife and what Daddy thought of her.  Things I had never heard before came out.  Wonderful things about Daddy.  Im grateful that I was able to take care of him while he was here at the apartment.  I loved having him rely on me and knowing that I could take care of him.  Chris got to be over a lot while Daddy was here and they got to spend a lot of time together as well that I dont think would have otherwise happened.  Losing my job sucked so completely bad.  But it gave me the opportunity to spend time with my Daddy before he was called home so Im grateful for that as well. But Im mostly just grateful that I was given the opportunity to have him as my Father.  Best man I ever knew.  I can only hope that my children will one day grow up to be like their Grandpa Morris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/S76AxjcJT7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/1hfeoCHXhEw/s1600/Daddy15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/S76AxjcJT7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/1hfeoCHXhEw/s320/Daddy15.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457941387234856882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of you today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too. I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. All I have is memories and a picture in a frame. Your memory is a keepsake, in which I'll never part. God has you in His keeping, I have you in my heart.- Stolen from the web&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-4394022518420907615?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/4394022518420907615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=4394022518420907615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4394022518420907615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4394022518420907615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-loving-memory-of.html' title='In Loving Memory Of...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/S76AxjcJT7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/1hfeoCHXhEw/s72-c/Daddy15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-6413745295215057759</id><published>2010-04-01T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:17:54.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!  If you havent seen the link to the photographers blog, here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a sneak peek of the wedding pictures but Im already in love with them!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chelseaalbertphotos.com/blog/?p=636"&gt;Click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-6413745295215057759?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6413745295215057759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=6413745295215057759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6413745295215057759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6413745295215057759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-253719435589743625</id><published>2010-03-14T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:07:38.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding!</title><content type='html'>IM GETTING MARRIED!  Im so excited!  Chris is moving his stuff into the apartment this week while Im in vegas doing last minute things.  Im heading off to Vegas tomorrow afternoon after lunch with a friend and I am so excited!  There are just little things left to do but its going to be fantastic!  I CANT WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything everyone has done!  I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-253719435589743625?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/253719435589743625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=253719435589743625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/253719435589743625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/253719435589743625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/03/wedding.html' title='Wedding!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-7504109052398229100</id><published>2010-03-01T22:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:33:32.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings!</title><content type='html'>You can't have trials without blessings!  Am I right?  You know I am!  Yesterday at church Chris was able to be ordained to the office of an Elder and receive the Melchizedek priesthood!  He asked one of our good friends, Dan, to do the blessing and after church Chris was given his Line of Authority which has some amazing men in it.  I, of course, took it from him and put it in a safe place so if he ever wants to see it again we will know where it is.  Ha!  I was able to sit in on the blessing and it was amazing.  Chris originally told me I could sit in on it but I had to sit in the back of the room and not talk to anyone.  HA!  That boy is crazy.  I ended up sitting in the very front and tried not to cry!  It was amazing.  The spirit was so strong.  I just know that Daddy was there being so proud of his new son and the steps he has taken to become the man he is now.  &lt;br /&gt;THEN! Tonight at FHE one of the sisters in the ward started talking about her new apartment and her roommate and how she hurt her foot and needed a blessing.  She had a friend coming to help her move a monster of a piece of furniture so she just needed a second priesthood holder and was wondering if Chris was interested.  OF COURSE HE WAS INTERESTED!  We got to the house and Chris thought since he was so freakin brand new at it all he would do the first part and the other guy would do the second.  Nope.  The guy said that since Chris knew the girl from church and he had just met her, Chris should give the actual blessing.  The guy walked him through it all and it was short but it was beautiful and you could very much feel the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Im so proud of him.  He is such an amazing man and I am so proud of everything he has accomplished to be where he is today.  I can not wait to marry him and to be able to call him mine for eternity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 days by the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-7504109052398229100?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7504109052398229100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=7504109052398229100' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/7504109052398229100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/7504109052398229100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/03/blessings.html' title='Blessings!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-2934933753242034026</id><published>2010-02-26T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:20:15.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials</title><content type='html'>Everyone goes through trials.  Its just a part of life.  You learn from them and move on.  I cant seem to figure out what I'm supposed to be learning from the trial I am currently facing.  Do you think Heavenly Father is going to keep this trial going till I understand what he wants me to learn?  If so... I think I'm screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-2934933753242034026?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2934933753242034026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=2934933753242034026' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2934933753242034026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2934933753242034026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/02/trials.html' title='Trials'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-7766425342298603894</id><published>2010-02-02T09:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:41:13.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>Anyone else ever go through a phase where they cant seem to stop hurting themselves?  This has been me for the past couple days.  On Saturday I was trying to get Chris off the couch so we could go get food and he was being stubborn, as only he can be.  I grabbed his hands and pulled but he didn't budge.  So I grabbed on tighter and went to give a really big pull and bam!  He let go.  I went flying and landed right on my butt and right wrist.  It was an accident.  No one thought I would go down that hard.  And yes, he spent the rest of the day making up for it.  But now my back and the right side of my body hurt.  And that's not even the end to it!  Last night we were running late to FHE (totally my fault by the way) so we decided to make our dinner to go.  I was wearing my higher black shoes because my pants were kinda long and since I had a homemade chicken lettuce wrap in front of me, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.  BIG MISTAKE.  Pretty much right in front of the car I went down.  There were rocks all over the sidewalk and I didn't see them.  So now I have a sprained right ankle, a re-sprained wrist from landing on it again, a twisted right knee, and a scraped up left knee.  And to make matters worse?  Dinner all over the ground.  :(  Chris shared his with me so it wasn't a complete loss.  Still, very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all sorts of banged up now.  I'm gonna need some advil and some ice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-7766425342298603894?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7766425342298603894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=7766425342298603894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/7766425342298603894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/7766425342298603894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/02/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-7098431245066688529</id><published>2010-01-15T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T12:04:03.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my sisters!</title><content type='html'>I love when things actually come together.  When things that have been stressing you out work so that you no longer feel like taking a gun and shooting everyone around you because they felt the need to ask "How is the wedding planning coming?"  I finally broke down at Moms house about the wedding and how I have having issues and since Becca was sitting in the family room with me at the time, she got to hear it all.  And then she got to help pick up the pieces.  And now things look better.  WAY better!  I didn't even really realize that I was trying to plan a wedding by myself.  But I was and let me tell you that it was perhaps the dumbest thing I have EVER done.  Sisters are coming together as only sisters can to make something happen that is not an easy something to make happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sisters!  You guys are the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-7098431245066688529?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7098431245066688529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=7098431245066688529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/7098431245066688529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/7098431245066688529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-my-sisters.html' title='I love my sisters!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-676497336745808184</id><published>2009-12-31T14:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:37:00.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Mixes</title><content type='html'>I love music.  This is really nothing new to anyone who has ever talked to me for more than 5 minutes.  Ive decided to put all my music on my computer so I can then put it on my phone so I can listen to it anytime I want.  The only problem is that I have tons of CD's that Ive either made myself or had friends make for me.  The solution to this so I don't have 20 Unknown CD's is to listen to each song and put a name on it.  Can I express to you the amount of fun I'm having right now?!  I didn't even know I had half these songs!  They are fabulous reminders of my past and all the fun times I've had.  Ive always found comfort in music and the last couple days have been really bad for me.  This is bringing me much needed comfort that I didn't know how to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta give a shout out to Rachel for mixes.  SO MUCH FUN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-676497336745808184?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/676497336745808184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=676497336745808184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/676497336745808184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/676497336745808184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/12/music-mixes.html' title='Music Mixes'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-1751755023660546302</id><published>2009-12-06T10:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:06:21.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS TREE TIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sx2YV60F6JI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_jooP-U95l8/s1600-h/DSCN0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sx2YV60F6JI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_jooP-U95l8/s320/DSCN0929.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412649829501626514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sx2YVl6spbI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pBA6CoWQkk4/s1600-h/DSCN0928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sx2YVl6spbI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pBA6CoWQkk4/s320/DSCN0928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412649823892186546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first Christmas away from Mom and Dads house and I lack any and all Christmas decorations.  Since I refuse not to have a Christmas tree Chris and I went shopping and got a whole bunch of ornaments, lights, garland, the works for our tree.  Come to find out this is his first time actually decorating a tree!  I wouldn't let him sit it out and he actually had fun.  &lt;br /&gt;We got the tree on Saturday afternoon but didn't have the time to start decorating it until later that night after a game night at a friends house.  We put on our Christmas hats and some Christmas music and started the decorating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started putting the lights on but about half way through Chris realized they were on backwards!  We had to take them all off and start them again! This time getting the on properly so we could actually plug them in.  Next came the garland and then the next problem!  The ornaments.  We forgot one big part of the ornaments.  The hooks.  Realizing now that is closer to 1 than midnight and it was technically Sunday so I couldn't stop by Walmart real quick I had to start thinking.  Logically we could have just left the tree alone until Monday and just finished it then but anyone that knows me knows if I dont have to wait for something, Im not going to.  Heres what I came up with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sx2WSxe99AI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/g5EWG6Wh7no/s1600-h/DSCN0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sx2WSxe99AI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/g5EWG6Wh7no/s320/DSCN0935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412647576434242562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?!  I used the ribbon I bought back in May to make little hoops so the ornaments could hang!  I thought it was a pretty good idea and the ribbon is a muted enough color that they all turned out really cute.  Im not gonna lie, I was really proud of myself.  Hahaha.  Next came the tree topper and with some minor cosmetic surgery to the top of the tree it finally went on with no bending!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sx2W5OPB8QI/AAAAAAAAAMY/JGTFqfbmoP8/s1600-h/DSCN0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sx2W5OPB8QI/AAAAAAAAAMY/JGTFqfbmoP8/s320/DSCN0936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412648236987052290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We nailed the stockings to the wall next to the tree and there ya go!  The finished product!  I love it.  Chris is excited about it periodically just stopping and staring at it.  I love that he loves it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-1751755023660546302?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1751755023660546302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=1751755023660546302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1751755023660546302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1751755023660546302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-tree.html' title='CHRISTMAS TREE TIME!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sx2YV60F6JI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_jooP-U95l8/s72-c/DSCN0929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-6983766331430270977</id><published>2009-12-01T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:49:38.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im frustrated</title><content type='html'>How do you tell your fiance to shut up and have the wedding he wants when he doesn't think he can have the wedding he wants because its going to be in the afternoon?  He thinks it cant be formal.  He thinks it cant be as pretty.  He thinks no one will dance so there's no point in having music or a dance floor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so frustrated right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-6983766331430270977?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6983766331430270977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=6983766331430270977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6983766331430270977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6983766331430270977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-frustrated.html' title='Im frustrated'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-2832334438831635714</id><published>2009-11-23T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:41:36.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Phoenix</title><content type='html'>Mom is healing well from her surgery.  We are still mourning Daddy but I don't think the day for not will ever come.  Yesterday at church we were talking about why being sealed to your family members was so important and I talked about how one lifetime with the people you love is just not enough, siting both Daddy's death and my upcoming marriage to Chris.  After church a man who was very helpful in Chris' conversion came up to me, looked me dead in the eyes and said "I didn't know. I'm sorry."  That's all it took for me to break down.  I got Chris and we went to the parking lot where I broke down more completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm back here in Phoenix to see what its like to be with Chris again!  We are eating healthy, which is a lot harder than you would think! Everything is bad for you!  We are looking into making our own yogurt.  Anyone have any experience with this? Mom did it years ago when we were little kids but I think she gave away her little glass yogurt jars a while ago.  This is exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Chris and I were shopping and a little old lady came up and started talking to us about how handsome Chris is and how he reminded her of her husband who passed away last year.  She gave him a hug and loved up on him and stated dancing around the little section we were in and told us to love each other forever.  We are each others best friends and nothing can come between us if we have the love for each other we should have. She was the cutest little thing ever.  She told us that the start of a life together should be the start of a massive love affair with your spouse.  I think shes a smart lady.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the great advice Betty!  Hope to see you around Albertson's again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-2832334438831635714?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2832334438831635714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=2832334438831635714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2832334438831635714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2832334438831635714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-in-phoenix.html' title='Back in Phoenix'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-5207839852267106584</id><published>2009-10-31T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:16:14.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaged!</title><content type='html'>Tonight was awesome.  Ive been sick for the past week or so and Chris had asked me to go on a hike with him tonight.  I didnt want to say no because Ive been stuck in this house for days and was going CRAZY! even tho I knew I wasnt ready for a hike.  He decided that a drive to the summit of South Mountain would suffice since he couldnt find his comfy "hiking" jeans anyway.  We get up to the summit and the view is beautiful.  Breath taking even.  We walk around for a little while taking a few pictures here and there and being silly.  Before we know it the sun is going down and it is even more breath taking.  As I turn around to look at the view on more time I hear my name. "Angela Marie Morris"?  I turn around, look him straight in the eye and realize that for the first time ever, I had to look down at him.  There he was, down on one knee. I didnt know what to say.  He said his little piece and asked me to marry him.  My response?  You bet I will!  The ring is beautiful.  I loved it the second I saw it.  He did so good.  I had no clue it was coming tonight.  None.  I had hoped because honestly, what other reason is there to go up on a beautiful mountain at sunset other than to propose? But I didnt know!  He surprised me.  He did good.  Pics to come!  Only one I have right now is of the ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Su0nW0gdHFI/AAAAAAAAALo/_eS_cIzsFqw/s1600-h/ENGAGED.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Su0nW0gdHFI/AAAAAAAAALo/_eS_cIzsFqw/s320/ENGAGED.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399014801292467282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-5207839852267106584?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5207839852267106584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=5207839852267106584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/5207839852267106584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/5207839852267106584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/10/engaged.html' title='Engaged!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Su0nW0gdHFI/AAAAAAAAALo/_eS_cIzsFqw/s72-c/ENGAGED.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-124657078993165769</id><published>2009-10-28T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:13:13.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor Pad</title><content type='html'>After spending nearly a month in Las Vegas with my parents and family, I arrived home last night very tired and in need of some sleep.  Upon waking this morning I have come to the realization that men really can live off of nothing.  There is very little food in my house.  How Chris lived here while I was gone, I do not know.  I have no milk, no bread, there is some frozen meat in the freezer but honestly.  This is just flat out crazy.  Needless to say we are going grocery shopping tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-124657078993165769?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/124657078993165769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=124657078993165769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/124657078993165769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/124657078993165769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/10/bachelor-pad.html' title='Bachelor Pad'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-136388871126622133</id><published>2009-09-28T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:47:20.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FHE like we've never known before!</title><content type='html'>Chris is a FHE group leader in our ward.  Tonight was his first time leading it!  We had it at my apartment and we really werent sure how many people would show up because the group hes the leader of is HUGE.  Like their house is 45 minutes away huge.  Anyway, everyone started showing up around 730 and we started playing a get to know you game with M&amp;Ms.  Every color meant something different that you had to share.  It went really well and everyone seemed to like it.  Even the people who came in late had to play.  Walking into a room where the majority of people are sitting on the floor in a big circle and being handed a bowl of M&amp;Ms probably scared some of them at first but everyone seemed to really like it. Next Chris gave a lesson on Prayer.  He did such a good job!  He talked about the important parts of it and how everything we say in a prayer is important.  He broke it all down and one of the guys brought up how a prayer is like a hamburger.  The buns are God and Jesus Christ and whats inside of the buns is the good stuff!  I never thought of it that way but I thought it was really great.  After the prayer we invited everyone to stay and hang out and play rock band or any other game we had here.  Some played, some chatted and only a few left.  Overall it was a HUGE success.  Everyone had a good time and some people didn't leave till 930 and that's only because I kicked them out!  I didn't want the neighbors to get mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.  A fantastic night.  Go Chris go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-136388871126622133?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/136388871126622133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=136388871126622133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/136388871126622133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/136388871126622133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/09/fhe-like-weve-never-known-before.html' title='FHE like we&apos;ve never known before!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-1971384269748318216</id><published>2009-09-28T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:02:09.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I lost my job in the beginning of August.  The past couple months have been probably the hardest of my life.  I got stuff in the mail in the beginning of September that listed a day that was the final day for anyone to appeal the unemployment stuff so I was seriously excited because I thought the money would finally start to come in.  I check the mail religiously.  Nothing.  Chris and I talk about it and conclude that maybe nothing is going to happen until after the appeal date of Sept 25th passes.  Ok.  I can live with that.  But just to be on the safe side I email Nevada Unemployment to ask about my claim. After three days of emailing, they say the funds are on the card and if I haven't received it yet, call this number.  So I call the number, follow the prompts, talk to some guy who barely speaks English and what do I find out?  The card was send to me on AUGUST 22nd!  AUGUST.  Why did I not get this card?  Oh, well they didn't pay attention to the fact I live in an apartment complex so they didn't include the apartment number on it.  Why didn't they then re-send the card after they called me and asked for my correct address?  Oh that's a good question.  And mister man that hardly spoke English couldn't answer it for me.  I ask him if there is a way I can get the money in like a check or something because honestly, I cant pay rent with a debit card.  He gives me another number to call.  Oh great.  Fantastic.  After calling this number for roughly 10 minutes straight each time getting a busy signal, I finally get through.  I press the prompts that I think I need and I'm put on hold.  This is fine.  I'm sure I wont be on here all that long and then I find out I'm caller 112.  Oh yeah.  Today is going to be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;After an hour and a half on hold I finally got to talk to a real person.  She promptly told me that the guy who told me I could get the funds direct deposited was mistaken and once they hit the card they are stuck on the card. She gave me the number of the lost/stolen card people to call so I once again called them.  This time I got a guy who spoke English.  I was thrilled.  He gave me the same choices as the first guy.  5-10 business days for no charge or 12 bucks out of my account for 2 business day delivery.  I chose the two day.  But I'm pissed.  Why do they not give you more information?  If I had any idea that the card was going to come my way as quickly as it did, don't you think I would have been looking for it?  Obviously when it was returned to them with the wrong address you would think they would have put the stupid thing back in the mail with the correct address.  They did that will all my other mail that was returned to them.  Why not the thing that would have made my life easier?  It just doesn't seem right that the people who are supposed to be helping are the ones that are causing so many problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-1971384269748318216?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1971384269748318216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=1971384269748318216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1971384269748318216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1971384269748318216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/09/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-2561868876604663397</id><published>2009-09-21T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:43:13.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy!</title><content type='html'>Chris informed me yesterday on the drive back to Phoenix that he put us down for enchiladas for the FHE potluck tonight.  Lucky for me Nikki gave me the BEST chicken enchilada recipe EVER.  Im a little sad I didnt think to make some extra for us to enjoy tomorrow as well but whatever.  Im just excited to see Chris take to his new calling so well!  I will make anything to help him fulfill his calling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want the recipe, let me know.  Im more than happy to share and its so super easy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-2561868876604663397?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2561868876604663397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=2561868876604663397' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2561868876604663397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2561868876604663397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/09/yummy.html' title='Yummy!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-1913950169003805818</id><published>2009-09-08T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:56:41.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Stalking</title><content type='html'>Chris had taken to facebook stalking.  He doesnt have one of his own so he gets on mine and goes and clicks around.  One would think he would be looking up his friends or old co-workers or something of that sort but no.  Who does he stalk?  Non other than Thomas S. Monson.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-1913950169003805818?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1913950169003805818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=1913950169003805818' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1913950169003805818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1913950169003805818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/09/facebook-stalking.html' title='Facebook Stalking'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-8940921880143212530</id><published>2009-09-01T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:57:49.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need....</title><content type='html'>your pictures from the baptism!  Chris has two Elders that went home before he was baptized and they want as many pictures as we can send them!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEND ME YOUR PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!  Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-8940921880143212530?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8940921880143212530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=8940921880143212530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/8940921880143212530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/8940921880143212530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need.html' title='I need....'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-75381202575778728</id><published>2009-08-24T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:17:40.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SpLYiQCx1QI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ad26xwcIRlY/s1600-h/DSCN0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SpLYiQCx1QI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ad26xwcIRlY/s320/DSCN0844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373595388340196610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SpLYimASMvI/AAAAAAAAALY/W2HzPfGshFw/s1600-h/DSCN0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SpLYimASMvI/AAAAAAAAALY/W2HzPfGshFw/s320/DSCN0849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373595394235314930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SpLYjPKKe4I/AAAAAAAAALg/vRU5EYXPsFQ/s1600-h/DSCN0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SpLYjPKKe4I/AAAAAAAAALg/vRU5EYXPsFQ/s320/DSCN0851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373595405282605954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS GOT BAPTIZED THIS WEEKEND!  It was an awesome experience.  I so wish everyone could have been there.  Thank you to everyone who came and to all you who wished you could come!  I love you all!  Here are some pictures!  It was truly an amazing experience and the spirit was so strong.  I feel so blessed to have been a part of it all.  I love you honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-75381202575778728?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/75381202575778728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=75381202575778728' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/75381202575778728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/75381202575778728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-day.html' title='The big day!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SpLYiQCx1QI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ad26xwcIRlY/s72-c/DSCN0844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-4218040362975357863</id><published>2009-08-23T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:55:21.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm....Cake...</title><content type='html'>Me: Should I make a cake for dessert?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Why would you ask such a dumb question&lt;br /&gt;Me and Chris: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly me.  Of course I should make a cake for dessert!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-4218040362975357863?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/4218040362975357863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=4218040362975357863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4218040362975357863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4218040362975357863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/08/mmmmcake.html' title='Mmmm....Cake...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-6816178438422191715</id><published>2009-08-07T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:59:13.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things just got a bit more tough...</title><content type='html'>but Im working through it and everything will be fine.  I need some prayers and good thoughts.  Chris is amazing and I am so blessed to have him in my life.  Next time you see him you need to give him a big hug because he is just that awesome.  Im not joking!  Even if we dont see you for six months I expect you to come up to him, grab him around his middle and go "remember that post from like 6 months ago?  Well she said you get a hug so here it is!"  Im sure he wont mind that at all.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM AND DAD ARE ON THEIR WAY RIGHT NOW!  YAY!  Daddys first time being here so Im sure hes going to give the whole once over and see that everything is just the way it should be.  I love my parents.  They are awesome.  Seriously awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-6816178438422191715?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6816178438422191715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=6816178438422191715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6816178438422191715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6816178438422191715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-just-got-bit-more-tough.html' title='Things just got a bit more tough...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-5700490880443991473</id><published>2009-07-24T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:29:10.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrm</title><content type='html'>Tonight is Ammon's farewell party(hes going on his mission!).  I was planning on going to said party but because of a miss communication with the boy, the trip is being postponed till next weekend.  This weekend we are helping a friend move.  We meaning Chris because my back is still not in any real shape to be picking up really big things.  I may sleep in or I may go be a cheerleader and help clean the place after everything is out of it.  Haven't decided yet. Anyway.  Knowing that I was going to be seeing my family this weekend and with all the scary crap that's been going on with Megs and everything I'm a little sad not to be going.  I understand that I saw everyone like 2 weeks ago and I understand that I just moved the trip up 7 days.  Its not like I just flat out canceled everything.  But I'm still really sad to not be going.  In fact, just a moment ago I was contemplating leaving now and driving by myself.  But that's probably not the smartest thing for a girl to do.  Please excuse me while I have a moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-5700490880443991473?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5700490880443991473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=5700490880443991473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/5700490880443991473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/5700490880443991473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/07/hrm.html' title='Hrm'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-6366493864793218066</id><published>2009-07-12T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:28:29.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I asked Chris to make me a big cookie...</title><content type='html'>and this is what he made me.  I put the quarter on the pan to give you an idea of just how large this thing really was.  It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SlrFxthyXGI/AAAAAAAAALI/TVk5nj6FxZI/s1600-h/Cookie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SlrFxthyXGI/AAAAAAAAALI/TVk5nj6FxZI/s320/Cookie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357812164536196194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-6366493864793218066?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6366493864793218066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=6366493864793218066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6366493864793218066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6366493864793218066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-asked-chris-to-make-me-big-cookie.html' title='I asked Chris to make me a big cookie...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SlrFxthyXGI/AAAAAAAAALI/TVk5nj6FxZI/s72-c/Cookie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-6266130136335227691</id><published>2009-07-07T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:33:36.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!</title><content type='html'>Chris and I took time off months ago to go on a vacation.  Some place we could relax and chill out and not do anything we didnt want to do.  Instead we ended up at Mom and Dads!  They let us stay there for free and eat their food and all we had to do was be nice to them for a few days.  Really, I think we got the better deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came down on Wednesday night and left Sunday night.  In between those times we did the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Hang out with family&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Eat yummy food&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with friends&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Play hours and hours of video games&lt;br /&gt;Play with nieces and nephews&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;FIREWORKS!&lt;br /&gt;More yummy food (Thanks Megs!)&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Church&lt;br /&gt;and finally, nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, we had quite a few rough days! But in all honesty, it was either get away from the office or blow it up.  I took "get away" approach as I didnt want to go to jail and or hell.  Smart move on my part I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the fun stuff!  For those of you that dont know, fireworks are illegal in AZ.  That means you cant go out onto the street in front of your parents house and blow things up 1 day a year without getting in trouble.  How sad is that!  This was Chris' first year of being able to blow such things up and lemme tell ya. He had a good time.  He and Damon took on the responsibility of lighting everything so between the fireworks and the sparklers and the "can we do this one next!"'s they were both very busy. Ive done a slide show of some of the pictures.  Everyone was just hanging out having a good time.  My favorites are of Chris.  You can see how much fun he was having by his smile.  It was awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber!  I dont have one single picture of you that you wouldnt kill me for posting!  Thats just not cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/a21da124.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/?action=view&amp;current=a21da124.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!  It really was an enjoyable time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-6266130136335227691?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6266130136335227691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=6266130136335227691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6266130136335227691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6266130136335227691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-606314250397157891</id><published>2009-06-12T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:53:15.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone got a little sun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SjM-rBJSqzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WG5NV8PTV0s/s1600-h/DSCN0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SjM-rBJSqzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WG5NV8PTV0s/s320/DSCN0697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346686091381615410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SjM-qz-kRJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lzSJcCGzK5Y/s1600-h/DSCN0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SjM-qz-kRJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lzSJcCGzK5Y/s320/DSCN0696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346686087846970514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think he learned his leasson?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, me either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-606314250397157891?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/606314250397157891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=606314250397157891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/606314250397157891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/606314250397157891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/06/someone-got-little-sun.html' title='Someone got a little sun...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SjM-rBJSqzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WG5NV8PTV0s/s72-c/DSCN0697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-3414602805902017086</id><published>2009-06-10T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:05:12.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>First off, did anyone else notice that my last post is titled wear oh wear instead of where oh where?  Can I blame that on the fact it was like 300 degrees in here?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  AC is fixed.  Im happy with that.  Very happy.  I bought a sewing machine from a co-worker and I think its like one that mom has so I might go play with it for a few minutes.  If I break it, hopefully mom can fix it.  :)  Ummm.... I basically hate my job right now because of someone I work with but Im thinking she might have been put here to remind me that this isnt my chosen line of work.  I never wanted to stay in the law field forever.  Chris got me a catalog from the community college so we are going to take a look at it and see if we cant find a couple classes.  Chris doesnt want to stay in his job forever either so this is a good opportunity for us to better ourselves and find out what we want in life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda exciting if you ask me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-3414602805902017086?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3414602805902017086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=3414602805902017086' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3414602805902017086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3414602805902017086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-2621788694003788464</id><published>2009-06-06T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:48:48.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh wear or wear has my AC gone....</title><content type='html'>So the AC is out in my apartment. It went out Thursday night so I slept with the fan directly pointed at me and a wet towel on my back.  As you can imagine, I didnt sleep that well Thursday night.  I called it in as well that night and come to find out they didnt get the "emergency" ticket until about 230 when Chris called on Friday to come and fix it.  Friday night they gave me a guest suite (one of the apartments they show you when you first go to check them out) to sleep in.  If they cant get it fixed today, its going to have to wait till monday.  As of 2:00 PM they still didnt know what was wrong with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy.  At least I have a place to sleep with AC and you are right if your first thought was "she better crank the AC on that guest suite!"  Why yes, yes I did.  Can I tell you how lovely it was to sleep at 72 degrees last night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-2621788694003788464?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2621788694003788464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=2621788694003788464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2621788694003788464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2621788694003788464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-wear-or-wear-has-my-ac-gone.html' title='Oh wear or wear has my AC gone....'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-4093689287305669383</id><published>2009-06-03T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:38:20.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Story!</title><content type='html'>Can I tell you how much fun I had on our anniversary?  Im not sure you would believe me if I tried!  But that doesn't mean I'm not going to try anyway!  Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night started out hectic because, as usual, things weren't working the way I planned.  I was running late from the chiropractor and I still had to go home and shower!  In rush hour traffic!  OY!  I got home about 5:20 and hopped in the shower.  Took probably the quickest shower of my life and started running around looking for the blow dryer.  No where to be found.  Oy!  There goes the plan for blow drying my hair and then curling it!  Lets try this again.  I towel dried my hair, brushed it, towel dried it again, brushed it and then left it.  By then it was only somewhat damp instead of really damp.  So I started on my makeup and I took FOREVER to do it.  It had to be perfect!  I was wearing a simple black dress so the eyes have to stand out!  All the while I'm flipping my hair and brushing it trying to make it think I was blow drying it.  I finish my makeup so next step is...HAIR!  Tried this....how about that...what about...hrm.  On accident I swept my bangs to the side to try something else and realized they were really cute!  BINGO!  Pull the hair back, side sweep the bangs, we are good to go!  I was ready for about ten minutes when Chris knocked on the door.  I was so excited to see him.  It was crazy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SicVkJcDNhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zvlrJGBdSjg/s1600-h/DSCN0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SicVkJcDNhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zvlrJGBdSjg/s320/DSCN0689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343263193651426834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I open the door and there he is, with a dozen red roses.  Hes never gotten me red roses before!  As you can see from the picture, they are just beautiful.  At that point we exchanged gifts, took some pictures (I will share!) and went to dinner.  We went to this place called Avanti's and it was the best Italian food I've probably ever had.  The people were really from Italy and they spoke with such strong accents it was hard to understand them!  And they called me Bella all night.  Bella, would you like some more water?  Bella, would are you done with your dish?  Just the way they said it.  Me.puddle.floor.  The place was empty because Arizona pretty much empties out in the summer so Chris and the staff joked that he rented out the place just for me.  What a lovely thought to be spoiled in such a manner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SicWj9ZrNGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kX_2vQya_R0/s1600-h/Gondola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SicWj9ZrNGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kX_2vQya_R0/s320/Gondola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343264289931867234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner came the part I had been waiting for ALL DAY.  My surprise!  The only clue I got from Chris during dinner was that we were staying Italian.  Yeah, like that helped.  We drove for a few minutes into a part of Scottsdale I had never really paid attention to when he pulled in the Hyatt.  Now the Hyatt is a very expensive hotel and for the life of me I could not imagine what we were doing there.  We just had dinner, I didn't have a bathing suit...I was totally lost.  Chris led the way through the hotel, down past the pools and lo and behold.  A man made lake where they gave gondola rides!  How freakin cool!  I had never been on a boat of any kind and I just love it when people with beautiful voices sing to me.  It was awesome.  We had a lady who was going to school to become an elementary school teacher and she loved this job because she loved to share music with people.  She sang an ariea about a young woman begging her fathers permission to marry the man she loved.  It was breath taking.  The scene was beautiful, the music was amazing.  It was the perfect surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy did good.  Boy did real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us being silly and then taking a real picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SicWu1JepXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/isLni-yW-_A/s1600-h/DSCN0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SicWu1JepXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/isLni-yW-_A/s320/DSCN0686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343264476695012722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SicW7_TnyBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NaaAKhi0byA/s1600-h/DSCN0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SicW7_TnyBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NaaAKhi0byA/s320/DSCN0687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343264702760208402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SicXEZyk4iI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nM-JLpkexb4/s1600-h/DSCN0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SicXEZyk4iI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nM-JLpkexb4/s320/DSCN0688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343264847308317218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-4093689287305669383?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/4093689287305669383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=4093689287305669383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4093689287305669383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4093689287305669383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/06/anniversary-story.html' title='Anniversary Story!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SicVkJcDNhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zvlrJGBdSjg/s72-c/DSCN0689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-4127377146041912030</id><published>2009-06-01T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:45:45.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is...</title><content type='html'>TWO YEARS WITH BOY!  Can you believe it?  I can hardly belive it but Im feeling very special right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt ask for a better man.  He loves me unconditionally, treats me with respect, tells me the truth even when I dont want to hear it and makes me feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes my boy and I love him lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-4127377146041912030?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/4127377146041912030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=4127377146041912030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4127377146041912030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4127377146041912030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is.html' title='Today is...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-2963758190751792142</id><published>2009-05-26T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:49:44.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary....</title><content type='html'>Adam wore a red shirt today...he looked so hot! (thats for you Rachel!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, seriously.  Im having a moment. Im sitting in my apartment getting ready to take a shower when I think what a good idea it would be to get on a couple different sites and see how my good ol' friends are.  Lemme tell ya.  It was a stupid idea.  &lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends.  I know I dont have to be in Vegas to be in contact with the people I love but it sure made it a hell of a lot easier.  But the scary thing is, its not causing me to cry because I miss my friends.  Im getting really frustrated.  Theres not a damn thing I can do about the fact that I live far away from my friends but Im still frustrated.  Im frustrated at my life.  Im frustrated that I havent put the effort to make new friends.  Im frustrated that people dont like me.  Im frustrated that lawyers dont call people back.  Im frustrated that I still have a headache.  Im frustrated that Im alone.  Im frustrated that I chose to be alone.  Other random things Im frustrated about.  &lt;br /&gt;Neither of them cared that I left.  &lt;br /&gt;Neither of them tried to get in contact when I moved.  &lt;br /&gt;Neither of them put in any effort when I came to visit.  &lt;br /&gt;The M Effer that hit us.  &lt;br /&gt;The hospital bills that I just got.  &lt;br /&gt;The fact that rent is due...AGAIN.  &lt;br /&gt;Having no money no matter how hard I try.  &lt;br /&gt;The inability to feel like this place is home.  &lt;br /&gt;The fact that life is supposed to be getting better and its not.  &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I take him for granted.  &lt;br /&gt;Im left wondering if its ever going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;My choices in this apartment.&lt;br /&gt;My choices in my employment.&lt;br /&gt;My inability to say what I really mean because Im afraid of what you will think.&lt;br /&gt;My inability to tell you what I really think of you.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Im scared on almost a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;That Im the only one to blame for all of this.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont mind me... Im just having a moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-2963758190751792142?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2963758190751792142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=2963758190751792142' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2963758190751792142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2963758190751792142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary....'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-4863418873055524255</id><published>2009-05-24T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:01:01.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have this problem...</title><content type='html'>I cant seem to get everyone I love to live in the same state.  Hence the reason I moved to Phoenix, loving the boy and all.  So when Mom and Megs and Amber said that they wanted to come out I was a little more than excited.  Lets just say THRILLED almost covers it.  Almost.  Amber got here Thursday and spent the evening with the Fergs.  She used to baby sit for them and now they are all grown up and shes basically become the big sister.  I got off early on Friday to come home and chill with her because I locked her in my apartment and took the car so she had no where to go.  I know.  Im evil.  But I did let her sleep in my bed when I left for work at 6:30!  So Im only partly evil.  :)  Anyway.  I got home aroung 12:30 and we hung out and were playing the wii when Mom and Megen got here at like 2!  AWESOME!  Everyone was here.  It was a wonderful weekend.  We went to Ikea on saturday and after I got us lost (10 east is NOT 10 south!  I dont care what you people say!) and spent a couple hours in there.  If you have never been, its HUGE.  HUGE doesnt even really cover how big it is.  We got through the top floor and mom asked if we were done at which point I informed her that we had actually only just begun.  Hahaha.  But I finally found my dresser!  Which is sitting half put together in my bedroom right now.  Only bad thing about Ikea is the whole putting it together bit.  Otherwise...LOVE THE PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom couldnt help but be mom and did pretty much every load of laundry that I needed done. Even laundry I didnt know I had, she did.  She also did the dishes even when I informed her the thats why dishwashers were invented.  It didnt work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megen and Amber did what they do best.  Argue, scream, yell, and completely love each other.  Not having been with them for twenty four hours straight since we stopped living together like a year and a half ago, it was a bit overwhelming and I had a few break downs.  Yeah, I know. Im odd.  I just forgot what it was like to have so many people in such a small space and my anxiety decided to rear its ugly head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all I would say its a fabulous weekend.  We enjoyed each others company, Chris came and hung out with us last night (he had a free pass this weekend to do whatever he wanted.  He was very excited) and I cant wait for them to come back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my problem... they've been gone and hour and I already miss my mommy.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-4863418873055524255?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/4863418873055524255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=4863418873055524255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4863418873055524255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4863418873055524255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-this-problem.html' title='I have this problem...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-2818627112671916517</id><published>2009-05-18T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:40:47.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best boyfriend EVER</title><content type='html'>So Chris asks me today if I will stop by my house on the way home from work and get the seasons of the office that I got in netflix.  I remind him I have to go to the Chiro thats by his house but its fine.  I had to pick up a package at the apartment anyway.  So I walk in and BAM!  HE CLEANED MY APARTMENT!  I dont know how the turd got off work early or why he thought he should spend his time cleaning up after me, but he did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt he the best?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-2818627112671916517?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2818627112671916517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=2818627112671916517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2818627112671916517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2818627112671916517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-boyfriend-ever.html' title='Best boyfriend EVER'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-4595073879401735871</id><published>2009-05-04T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:56:45.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ER visit</title><content type='html'>Chris called his doctor at lunch and asked her two things.  Are you taking new patients (thats for me) and what does she think we should do about this whole getting into a car accident thing.  She suggested that we get to the ER within 24 hours of our accident because otherwise the other guys insurance can say that anything we claim is from the accident really isnt because everyone tries to shirk their responsibilities and be complete jerks.  I left work early and off we went to the ER.  It was actually a really short wait and the doctor was very nice and helpful and he gave me good drugs, one of which Im on right now and its just started to take effect.  Gotta love the warmth that Lortab gives you.  Anyway.  He said we both have cervical strain which basically means we hurt out necks in the accident and if we give it a few days, we will be ok.  He also warned that tomorrow is going to be worse than today so have fun with that.  We cant take these pills at work because they can cause sleepiness so I get to stuff advil down my face and hope that works.  Im sure it will.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap!  We hurt our necks, we got good drugs, all is right in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-4595073879401735871?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/4595073879401735871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=4595073879401735871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4595073879401735871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4595073879401735871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/05/er-visit.html' title='ER visit'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-3280136685864120801</id><published>2009-05-03T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:42:39.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our weekend!</title><content type='html'>The highlight of the trip up to Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN0669.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/DSCN0669.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN0668.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/DSCN0668.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dont know what we hit but it left a HUGE spot on the window.  Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the trip on the way back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN0670.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/DSCN0670.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend we went down to Vegas for Ivy's birthday.  It was a fun party full of childrens laughter and pretty princess cakes!  But I forgot my camera so I cant share it with you.  I know, Im awful.  The really exciting part of the trip didnt happen until about 15 minutes away from home.  And it revolved around a childs plastic kiddie pool on the freeway and it ended with sore necks and backs.  Thats right ladies and gentlemen!  We got rear ended.  Hard.  The trunk is in the back window.  Everything is smashed up, but we are alright.  Apparently what happened was this kiddie pool caused a lane of traffic to stop.  Chris and I were in this lane of traffic.  It was our turn to try and get around the kidde pool so we waited for the opportunity to merge into the next lane of traffic.  A guy behind us apparently wasnt paying attention to the fact that this lane of traffic was stopped and he got in right behind us and smashed us.  Chris saw it coming in the review mirror and I had enough time to look at him and then BAM!  We were knocked into the wall next to us and thrown around a bit in the car but otherwise we are fine.  The guy took off tho.  That really pissed me off.  Good for us tho that a witness to the accident saw him take off and followed him while on the phone with the cops.  So he got caught, hes in trouble (ever citation you can get for what he did, he got.  Nice cop guy said it was going to be 4-5K in fines at the least) and we are ok. Heres pictures of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/f3029f88.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/?action=view&amp;current=f3029f88.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props to the cops that showed up. They were fast and nice and stayed with us for a while until they had to leave cause we werent in the best part of town.  Very cool guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-3280136685864120801?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3280136685864120801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=3280136685864120801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3280136685864120801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3280136685864120801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-weekend.html' title='Our weekend!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-4287734696517736988</id><published>2009-04-21T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:10:26.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99 degrees...</title><content type='html'>Thats right.  THats how hot is it at this very moment outside.  Please excuse me while I go melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.  WHAT THE HECK.  Its not supposed to be this hot yet!  Its not supposed to get hot until Memorial Day weekend.  Isnt that written in the constitution or something?  If not, it should be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...update time.  Ive been rightfully chastised so I have repented of my evil ways and am trying to do better.  Really, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  So Easter.  Went to Vegas and had a BLAST with the family.  I could not ask for a better group.  Seriously.  Chris had his truck that could fit a million people so we car pooled with Sean and his family up to Julies and met up with the rest of the group.  It was awesome.  The Easter bunny called right when dinner was finishing up to let us know that the kids needed to hop inside so he could hide some eggs.  It was so cute.  All the kids were inside trying so hard not to be too excited but you could see it in their eyes.  I had Dallin in my arms so I got to go first.  He had no clue what we were doing so I picked up like 5 eggs and let him chew on the plastic.  Highlight of his day.  Hahaha.  Helping the other kids find the eggs was a blast.  We seriously had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to make this picture thing that had a whole bunch of little pictures but thats really not working so Im going to do a slide show of everything.  We really did have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/Get togethers/faed56cd.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/Get%20togethers/?action=view&amp;current=faed56cd.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megen and Amber had an Easter egg thing at their house where we were playing with the dye and here's all that was there.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/Get togethers/b8ba1a83.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/Get%20togethers/?action=view&amp;current=b8ba1a83.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the eggs we did...if you wait for all the pictures watch out for the last couple.  They are really gross looking.  Basically the adults got board and started seeing which colors would work best together and how they would look on a cracked egg...dont say I didnt warn you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/Get togethers/078bd2e0.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/Get%20togethers/?action=view&amp;current=078bd2e0.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres another slideshow of the rest of the group.  I was holding the baby for alot of the time so I dont have pictures of everyone but hey.  Heres a bunch of ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/Get togethers/f42c5020.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/Get%20togethers/?action=view&amp;current=f42c5020.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a fantastic weekend.  It was great to see everyone and I was heart broken to leave.  But things are good here and things are good there so life will continue on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-4287734696517736988?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/4287734696517736988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=4287734696517736988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4287734696517736988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/4287734696517736988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/04/99-degrees.html' title='99 degrees...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-6026788087388440850</id><published>2009-04-20T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T06:24:30.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>I promised a friend that I was going to update my blog this weekend and I totally suck for not doing so.  Sorry!  I will try to get to it tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-6026788087388440850?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6026788087388440850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=6026788087388440850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6026788087388440850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6026788087388440850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/04/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-7194551648216242974</id><published>2009-04-03T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:10:13.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><title type='text'>Look what I did!</title><content type='html'>This may mean nothing to you and you may think its not a big deal but to me this is pretty good.  I made bread.  By hand.  All by my self.  Alone.  No help (except for mom on the phone cause I didnt know what "warm water" actually meant) but other than that.  ALL ALONE!  I BAKED!  This is coming from a girl who has messed up chocolate chip cookies!  Yes yes.  I admit it.  I seriously suck in the baking aspect.  But Im going to try and get better.  Im trying to bring out the girl in me.  Here are a couple pictures.  Im a picture whore, what can I say?  Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after it was put in the pan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SdbcWV6cFKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CAlL5Q0bLdU/s1600-h/DSCN0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SdbcWV6cFKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CAlL5Q0bLdU/s320/DSCN0556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320682286182306978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its rising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SdbcWcglb2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/dAc_h_l-iaQ/s1600-h/DSCN0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SdbcWcglb2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/dAc_h_l-iaQ/s320/DSCN0558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320682287952916322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its rising higher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SdbcWsjxuXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_4JC7YrvSyQ/s1600-h/DSCN0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SdbcWsjxuXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_4JC7YrvSyQ/s320/DSCN0561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320682292261271922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the oven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SdbcXM-F6-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/6BNjcaqfzpo/s1600-h/DSCN0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SdbcXM-F6-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/6BNjcaqfzpo/s320/DSCN0563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320682300961582050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chomp chomp chomp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SdbcXQlT1PI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Qi8xt91dkGs/s1600-h/DSCN0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SdbcXQlT1PI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Qi8xt91dkGs/s320/DSCN0564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320682301931377906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-7194551648216242974?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7194551648216242974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=7194551648216242974' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/7194551648216242974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/7194551648216242974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-what-i-did.html' title='Look what I did!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SdbcWV6cFKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CAlL5Q0bLdU/s72-c/DSCN0556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-5336191010921759464</id><published>2009-03-28T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:29:12.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Per your request!</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple pictures of Chris' new car!  Its sexy!  Dont deny!  I might have to take  a couple more pics of it in the day time, but you get the idea. Did I mention it has 3rd row seating and can fit like 9?  Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sc52BTVCDJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TXuoJdghc1s/s1600-h/DSCN0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sc52BTVCDJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TXuoJdghc1s/s320/DSCN0543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318317974711569554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sc52BD4ldAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DqUzdH1yLdk/s1600-h/DSCN0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sc52BD4ldAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DqUzdH1yLdk/s320/DSCN0539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318317970565723138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sc52AqBED0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/lJOOoWH04C4/s1600-h/DSCN0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sc52AqBED0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/lJOOoWH04C4/s320/DSCN0540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318317963621961538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a picture of Bradley and his mommy in front of his lovely science fair project! Did I mention he won first place?  I'm not a proud aunt.  Really, I'm not.  :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sc537-e5CvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/s_A_aLLqZhg/s1600-h/DSCN0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sc537-e5CvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/s_A_aLLqZhg/s320/DSCN0546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318320082239687410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some pictures of what Chris had for lunch.  He decided that my cheese sammich maker wasn't being used as it should be so he decided to try it out some.  On the left side we have peanut butter with actual peanuts added to make it crunchy and on the right we have three pieces of cheese, apparently the regular two didn't make it cheesy enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sc539CQptEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Zx7Gjnt3YhU/s1600-h/DSCN0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sc539CQptEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Zx7Gjnt3YhU/s320/DSCN0554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318320100433572930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sc53806ndoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/C4kbUgynloc/s1600-h/DSCN0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sc53806ndoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/C4kbUgynloc/s320/DSCN0553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318320096851490434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just tried it and hes very pleased with his creation!  Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-5336191010921759464?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5336191010921759464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=5336191010921759464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/5336191010921759464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/5336191010921759464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/03/per-your-request.html' title='Per your request!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sc52BTVCDJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TXuoJdghc1s/s72-c/DSCN0543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-6022496862767945903</id><published>2009-03-24T16:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:35:14.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECAP!</title><content type='html'>Ok.  I suck.  I know this.  I need to make a better effort to keep this thing updated!  Any whooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of weeks have been so freakin awesome!  Recap time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris got a truck!  Its beautiful!  Its a 2005 Chevy Tahoe and its awesome.  37.5K miles and only 13,200.  What a deal!  He finally has his baby and he now insists on driving everywhere.  We drove it down to Vegas to test it out and it was fantastic.  Very comfy to sleep in while he drove and then we switched and it had the most sensitive wheel!  I couldn't go nearly as fast as I wanted to because if I did I felt like I was going to flip the car!  I knew those speed limits were important!  Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up!  Daddy's Birthday!  Chris and I decided to go home and surprise daddy for his birthday.  Only to make it a real surprise we told everyone to tell him I couldn't come because I had a new person seminar at work that Saturday that I had to go to.  Here's the funny part.  He didn't buy it, of course!, and had Becca call me to double check that I wasn't in fact coming.  But she was in on it!  So we are on the phone talking about how excited daddy is going to be to see me and shes saying things like "Well, you have to do what you have to do.  Its a new job."  or "Im sure he will understand."  It was freakin funny.  Chris and I left here about 530 and got to Moms about 11.  We walked in and he was so excited.  I had been texting mom about our arrival time and giving her little updates (Past the damn now!  Just passing trop!) and she told him it was Becca texting her because she forgot something for church the next day and was coming over to get it!  Hahaha!  We walk in and daddy goes "That doesn't sound like Becca!" Hehehe.  So much fun!  Being there for his birthday was awesome.  I know he enjoyed it just as much if not more than I did.  Its hard not being able to see him everyday.  But we will both get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Saturday that we got in happened to be Bradley's Science Fair project thing at UNLV.  Being the very proud aunt that I am (and wanting to show off the massive size of Chris' new truck!) we took Matthew, Mom, Megen, Amber, Chris and myself down to UNLV to see his project.  It was on spiders and it was so fantastic.  He did an amazing job and he was so proud of himself which makes it even better.  To top it all off....HE WON FIRST PLACE!  There were 5 others (I think) that were kindergartners and were competing with each other for the top win and he got it.  I could seriously not be more proud of him.  He did so fantastically.  GO BRADLEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm....I think that might be it.  I finally got an entry table so now I have a little more room to put stuff in my house.  I still need to get a dresser but I got two little tables from target that you just screw the legs on and I'm using those as nightstands (hey, cheap..not ugly...I think it works!) and Ive got a little two drawer thing thats on one of the night stands to act as a mini dresser until I actually have one!  I didn't realize how much stuff someone needed to live on their own!  Haha.  Its crazy!  But if you don't want your shorts hanging out on the floor, you have to put them somewhere.  Who knew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-6022496862767945903?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6022496862767945903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=6022496862767945903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6022496862767945903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6022496862767945903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/03/recap.html' title='RECAP!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-1755031090132192546</id><published>2009-03-03T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:23:40.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowly but.....very slowly.</title><content type='html'>So I have most my clothes out, almost all the boxes unpacked but I havent really done any decorating.  I have made the tinyest bit of progress and Ive come to show you all!  I had to go out and buy a hammer for it, but I hung some pictures!  Be proud.  Be very proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sa4d9cy-0tI/AAAAAAAAAIE/doRI9H3iBtU/s1600-h/DSCN0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sa4d9cy-0tI/AAAAAAAAAIE/doRI9H3iBtU/s320/DSCN0538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309213952255644370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are in my bathroom!  My colors are dark blue and white so they kinda go great.  Ive had these pictures for a billion years and now Ive finally got a use for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sa4d9AJMjXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vlJpkGNZ960/s1600-h/DSCN0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sa4d9AJMjXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vlJpkGNZ960/s320/DSCN0537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309213944564190578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie gave me this for christmas.  I LOVE IT!  Its the first thing I hung up and yes, its straight on the wall.  My picture is just funky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-1755031090132192546?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1755031090132192546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=1755031090132192546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1755031090132192546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1755031090132192546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/03/slowly-butvery-slowly.html' title='Slowly but.....very slowly.'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/Sa4d9cy-0tI/AAAAAAAAAIE/doRI9H3iBtU/s72-c/DSCN0538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-1346990811604013717</id><published>2009-02-17T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:29:49.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><title type='text'>Before and After!</title><content type='html'>BEFORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuYQWHH3FI/AAAAAAAAAGU/D8vDMA29-ho/s1600-h/DSCN0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuYQWHH3FI/AAAAAAAAAGU/D8vDMA29-ho/s320/DSCN0529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304000392739675218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuYQNfB_FI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bdUxEfl4Nyg/s1600-h/DSCN0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuYQNfB_FI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bdUxEfl4Nyg/s320/DSCN0525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304000390424034386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuYQMCtcZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HMGqJlaiKsw/s1600-h/DSCN0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuYQMCtcZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HMGqJlaiKsw/s320/DSCN0527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304000390036812178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuYPivqIwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/g97pB36awwM/s1600-h/DSCN0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuYPivqIwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/g97pB36awwM/s320/DSCN0524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304000378951049986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuYPsVIAbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TJB82O19SGM/s1600-h/DSCN0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuYPsVIAbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TJB82O19SGM/s320/DSCN0534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304000381524115890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuY2CiUqOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9lICwt952Lg/s1600-h/DSC02058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuY2CiUqOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9lICwt952Lg/s320/DSC02058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304001040320080098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuY1_PwM0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/D21lroWz_E0/s1600-h/DSC02057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuY1_PwM0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/D21lroWz_E0/s320/DSC02057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304001039436886850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuY1mfqkiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ToYE4KSDv7g/s1600-h/DSC02056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuY1mfqkiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ToYE4KSDv7g/s320/DSC02056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304001032792740386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuY1XPQ3QI/AAAAAAAAAGk/sOjXDl-ewGA/s1600-h/DSC02052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuY1XPQ3QI/AAAAAAAAAGk/sOjXDl-ewGA/s320/DSC02052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304001028697414914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuY1C0PguI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GPtZ16Affgk/s1600-h/DSC02047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuY1C0PguI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GPtZ16Affgk/s320/DSC02047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304001023215370978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Martha in the first picture by the way.  HI MARTHA!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you guys would get a kick out of this.  Chris and I spent all day getting groceries, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuaRewt8bI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NJBKghQY1VE/s1600-h/DSC02055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuaRewt8bI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NJBKghQY1VE/s320/DSC02055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304002611264745906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuaRY4hAeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/goek7EdUcAo/s1600-h/DSC02054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuaRY4hAeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/goek7EdUcAo/s320/DSC02054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304002609686839778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet we come home to a house now stocked and what do we have for dinner?  Take out Chinese!  But we didnt have any forks so we ate with these instead!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZua_taXw6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/G5gY5GM_hI4/s1600-h/DSC02050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZua_taXw6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/G5gY5GM_hI4/s320/DSC02050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304003405471531938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZubAsixZrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nY3OkZ7btKM/s1600-h/DSC02051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZubAsixZrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nY3OkZ7btKM/s320/DSC02051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304003422418200242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Chris just saying hi!  HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZubAyGtAdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oArXzLKZUcM/s1600-h/DSC02048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZubAyGtAdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oArXzLKZUcM/s320/DSC02048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304003423911084498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-1346990811604013717?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1346990811604013717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=1346990811604013717' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1346990811604013717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1346990811604013717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/02/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SZuYQWHH3FI/AAAAAAAAAGU/D8vDMA29-ho/s72-c/DSCN0529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-2996750542468356107</id><published>2009-02-16T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:53:09.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><title type='text'>Yes, I am alive!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys!  Im alive!  I know you didnt think it was true, but I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 7 hours in my car I arrived to my new home.  Chris was right behind me in the truck and right behind him were 5 of his very good friends who helped him unload the entire truck in about an hour.  AN HOUR.  It took me days to pack, I dont know how long to load up the truck and they undid it all in an HOUR.  I could have cried.  I was exhausted from the trip but Susie, one of Chris' good friends from work and a new buddy of mine, helped me set up my bed, the bathroom and the kitchen.  We even took a trip down to Target to get a few more things while the boys ordered pizza and relaxed! Being able to go to bed the first night and know that the place was in some order was really really nice.  Its kinda funny how it hasn't really changed since then tho!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Chris and I took it slow.  I went to his house and relaxed on his bed while he played WOW.  You should all feel very bad for me.  If I want to watch anything on TV I have to go to his house. Why you may ask yourself?  Why would a woman who has her own TV have to go to her boyfriends house to watch TV?  Well let me tell you.  I forgot my TV in Vegas!  Can you believe that?  I'm a dork.  I know it.  I'm blaming it on Chris and the fact that he kept saying it was time to get out of there!  Yes yes.  All his fault.  So now I don't know whether to just wait till I make a trip down there to get it or go buy a new cheap one.  The only problem is that there aren't really any "cheap" TV's anymore. I'm kind of a sad panda right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day from heck.  Lemme tell ya.  The Qwest lady came at 9:30 and I was not happy to be awake.  Chris showed up not too long after that and we sat together while the nice Qwest lady hooked up my internet and cable and we made a list of all the stuff we needed to buy at the store. It was a long list.  A long and expensive list.  Why didn't anyone tell me it cost an arm and a leg to set up a house.  I mean seriously people.  A little heads up would have been nice.  Moving on... we had to return the truck first and that took forever.  One guy helping 5 people...not a good thing.  Next was on to Sam's Club and I'm not kidding when I say we went up and down EVERY aisle.  We only bought the stuff we thought important, but it wasn't long before our cart was full and I was ready to go home.  We took everything home and put it all away.  Then we tried to find a Super Walmart so we could look at TV's and routers and get food in one place.  An hour later we found one!  Woot!  We started in the back and went in pretty much every aisle again.  We also spent a lot of money here, altho not as much as at Sam's!  The next store we went to was Home Depot so we could get an inexpensive table to put our computers on.  That was the shortest and cheapest trip of the day!  Then off to home to put it all away!  Now my cupboards are stocked and I am a happy girl!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the first day at the new office!  How exciting!  I will be sure to tell everyone all about it!  Also, pictures of how the place looks before (if I can find my other camera-its packed somewhere!) and after moving in.  What can I say?  I actually live here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-2996750542468356107?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2996750542468356107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=2996750542468356107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2996750542468356107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2996750542468356107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-i-am-alive.html' title='Yes, I am alive!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-3686625386552519666</id><published>2009-01-01T09:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:33:00.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>I hope this year is filled with love and laughter!  All your hopes and dreams come true and that you find that one thing in life you have been looking for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://papershackpartystore.com/images/HAPPY%20NEW%20YEAR%20189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 266px;" src="http://papershackpartystore.com/images/HAPPY%20NEW%20YEAR%20189.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-3686625386552519666?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3686625386552519666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=3686625386552519666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3686625386552519666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3686625386552519666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-5496683847279367874</id><published>2008-12-19T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:54:00.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>More about the Party!</title><content type='html'>As per requested, here is a little more about my office party!  Let's just start out by saying that it was just beautiful.  There really are no other words to describe it.  Last year we had the office party at the Wynn and I thought that was high class.  Boy was I wrong!  Everything about The Stirling Club at Turnberry Place was top of the line.  The valets in their very nice uniforms, the people showing us to the room, the servers with the food.  I don’t think I've ever been treated so lovely.  Even the people giving out drinks treated you like you were the only person in the room.  I can see why people like that place!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night began with a cocktail hour.  Everyone was piled into a lovely room and we spent an hour schmoozing each other.  There were appetizers being served by very nice people and some of them were very tasty.  After cocktail hour, a wall opened up and there was the dining area.  High backed chairs, more silverware than I had ever used in my life, tons of glasses.  There was a glass or a piece of silverware for everything.  It was awesome.  (Can you tell I don’t go to extremely high class places often?)  Dinner was served buffet style, but it was the best buffet ever.  There were three stations.  Salad and bread, pasta and red meat and my favorite.  Sea food.  The shrimp were the biggest I have ever seen.  Think of the jumbo shrimp you can get at Sams Club.  They aren’t exactly tiny.  These shrimp were literally like 3 times the size of Sams shrimp.  Then they had lobster claws and tails.  And it was all prepared so you didn’t look like an idiot trying to get it out of the claws.  I got a little from each of the stations, but Chris stuck primarily to the sea food.  He was in heaven.  After dinner, they opened up a dessert station.  They had crepes, waffles, and funnel cakes and offered fresh fruit, caramel and whipped cream as toppings.  There was also a chocolate fountain with cakes and marshmallows available to dip in that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the food was put away, some people started dancing.  The DJ was having some difficulties, but the music was fun.  Chris and I of course got out there and had a blast.  Neither of us can dance well (he's far better than me!) but it was still loads of fun.  We ended the night at about 10:30 and went home to relax.  It was a seriously fun night and one we won't forget for a while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SUv5k7KYtQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CWQJDF2TxH8/s1600-h/Christmas+Party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SUv5k7KYtQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CWQJDF2TxH8/s320/Christmas+Party.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281589400773899522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first dance of the evening.  I dont remember which song it was, but I remember it was Old Blue Eyes singing it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SUv5kdDxztI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pxViZnj9p9Q/s1600-h/Christmas+Party+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SUv5kdDxztI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pxViZnj9p9Q/s320/Christmas+Party+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281589392693120722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Electric Slide!  Look at Chris getting down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SUv5j4wyG6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ws4UAzRS5Tg/s1600-h/Christmas+Party+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SUv5j4wyG6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ws4UAzRS5Tg/s320/Christmas+Party+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281589382949772194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture from the Electric Slide.  Gotta love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-5496683847279367874?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5496683847279367874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=5496683847279367874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/5496683847279367874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/5496683847279367874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-per-requested-here-is-little-more.html' title='More about the Party!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SUv5k7KYtQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CWQJDF2TxH8/s72-c/Christmas+Party.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-2634180689385968352</id><published>2008-12-15T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:53:29.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Busy day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SUc9anDJxEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Jzm7k4WIyLo/s1600-h/Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SUc9anDJxEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Jzm7k4WIyLo/s320/Party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280256615483294786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent posted in a while....I suck.  Sorry.  Things have been kinda busy!  The first weekend of the December was my work Christmas party.  Chris and I love these Christmas parties.  They are the perfect excuse to get all glammed up and dance the night away.  Chris bought a new outfit and he looked so nice!  You cant really see it in the picture, but his shirt and tie and little pocket hankey is all a very light purple. It was beautiful!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SUdA3KK0EFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8vtv30iPsNs/s1600-h/Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SUdA3KK0EFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8vtv30iPsNs/s320/Flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280260404481888338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was on Friday night.  Friday morning was just as good.  :)  Chris and I were up running errands and having fun being able to be together and do such silly stuff.  The previous night hadnt been the best, so we were making sure Friday was fantastic.  I was getting ready to get on the roof and start putting up Christmas lights when the doorbell rang.  What would you know, the boy got me flowers!  Look how pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SUdBRHzGIWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jkA36dfwAgM/s1600-h/flowers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SUdBRHzGIWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jkA36dfwAgM/s320/flowers2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280260850522136930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He said he had never been able to see the look on my face when I get them and that he never gets to see them bloom so he sent them early enough in his trip to at least see them a little bit!  So super sweet! He did good.  What else can I say?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SUdBzcVPfUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/P9y6a4_ygfo/s1600-h/Flowers3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SUdBzcVPfUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/P9y6a4_ygfo/s320/Flowers3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280261440149617986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-2634180689385968352?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2634180689385968352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=2634180689385968352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2634180689385968352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/2634180689385968352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-day.html' title='Busy day!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SUc9anDJxEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Jzm7k4WIyLo/s72-c/Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-1876954469678483888</id><published>2008-11-12T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:06:46.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huge Tower!</title><content type='html'>Veterans day was a perfect excuse for my family to get together and have a potluck.  It was awesome.  I think everyone but two sister in laws showed up (we missed you Stacie and Julie!) but we had a blast.  One of the main activities we did was build towers.  It started out with Ryan building the tower of doom, but I didnt get any pictures of it.  Im horrible.  I know.  But after Ryan left, Bradley took on the very daunting task of completing the ultimate tower.  Now, because of his size he was going to need some help for the all powerful aunties!  And because we are the all powerful, amazingly wonderful and just that freaking cool...we helped out.  Here are some pictures I took while Amber and Megen helped him get it higher and higher!  It even touched the ceiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/0c129276.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/?action=view&amp;current=0c129276.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-1876954469678483888?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1876954469678483888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=1876954469678483888' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1876954469678483888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1876954469678483888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2008/11/huge-tower.html' title='Huge Tower!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-7505344066662466787</id><published>2008-11-10T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:16:54.832-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun times'/><title type='text'>Star Wars at its BEST</title><content type='html'>These guys are beyond amazing.  I found this on one of my favorite blogs EVER!  &lt;a href="http://borrowedlight.blogspot.com/"&gt;Navel gazing at its finest&lt;/a&gt;  Check it out.  Shes hilarious.  Like seriously funny.  Enjoy!  Pay attention to the screen and it tells you what songs its doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lk5_OSsawz4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lk5_OSsawz4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-7505344066662466787?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7505344066662466787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=7505344066662466787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/7505344066662466787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/7505344066662466787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2008/11/star-wars-at-its-best.html' title='Star Wars at its BEST'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-6967972050239392609</id><published>2008-11-04T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:01:11.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun times'/><title type='text'>Fun times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Boy and I have decided that we are little kids at heart and love legos.  Almost every time  we get to spend a weekend together we will go out and pick our next project.  In Vegas we have the Castle legos and in Arizona we have Mars Mission!  I put together a slide show of some of the legos we have done.  I will probably add some more to it when Im not so tired.  Haha.  Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/6279e685.pbw" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6279e685.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-6967972050239392609?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6967972050239392609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=6967972050239392609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6967972050239392609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6967972050239392609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-times.html' title='Fun times!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-6185382666840332188</id><published>2008-10-23T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:58:13.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun times'/><title type='text'>Nature!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SQEn7-IbJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/X7t8Lj2kcS8/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SQEn7-IbJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/X7t8Lj2kcS8/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260529750989547330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I kinda suck at this whole updating the blog thing, but Im going to try even harder to stay ontop of things! At the beginning of October I went up to Camp Verde with Chris and the Morgans and we cut up oak for the Morgans Grandma to use in her furnace. So we walked around and had to find all this wood and people couldnt tell the difference between pine and oak and it was actually pretty funny. I got a couple pictures of the boys working the chain saw. It was awesome.  This is Lee, Chris and Lee's Aunt Louis.  If you ever find yourself needing to go around a forest and looking for oak, she is the girl you want to invite.  SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained all day while we were up there.  It was so pretty.  Toward noon it started to rain pretty hard on and off.  But we had to get another truck load so we kept on going!  By the time we broke for lunch we could see our breath.  It was FREEZING.  And not just city folk freezing.  Like I thought my feet were going to fall off freezing.  We figured that it was getting a bit too wet out there for us to really continue looking for the wood because Chris and I drove up in a 2 wheel drive truck and we were about 5 minutes from being stuck up there for eternity.  So everyone headed on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SQEoTraGqgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/y5_QRg64Qa0/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SQEoTraGqgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/y5_QRg64Qa0/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260530158280288770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let me explain to you how cold I was.  Chris turned off his vent and had the other 3 pointed at me.  I had a sweatshirt from the back of the truck wrapped around me and I was still shaking.  Chris couldnt breathe because of how hot it was in the vehicle so finally he pulled out an extra shirt he had in his over night bag and I switched shirts.  This is me being a much happier girl in Chris' spare shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SQEqQPlf4rI/AAAAAAAAAEc/v-mEAEeVMkc/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SQEqQPlf4rI/AAAAAAAAAEc/v-mEAEeVMkc/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260532298295534258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my pants were wet and my shoes and socks soaked, I also had to take those off.  I took a picture of all those as well.  Its suprising how quickly you warm up when you take all that nasty cold stuff off your skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pants were so wet and cold I had to roll them up to my knees to hide the wet.  My shirt is supposed to be that light pink you see in the middle right there.  Not that horrible cold wet dark pink!  After I took that off I was much happier and Chris didnt have to drive with the heat going full blast.  It was a much better ride home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a blast.  I loved being in the woods. Walking in the trees and seeing elk run around was just amazing.  Everyone we went with were just so much fun as well.  Im planning on going again next year and Im totally going to be much better prepared!  My shoes are gonna be water proof and Im going to have a rain coat just incase!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-6185382666840332188?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6185382666840332188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=6185382666840332188' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6185382666840332188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6185382666840332188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2008/10/nature.html' title='Nature!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SQEn7-IbJ0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/X7t8Lj2kcS8/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-3033491279254923465</id><published>2008-09-02T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:44:03.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower!</title><content type='html'>I just spent the last two hours cuddling with the cutest little guy on the face of the planet, my new nephew Dallin. Not to be confused with my other cutest little nephew Marshall. Honestly, Im surrounded by cuteness. Sometimes I dont know what to do with myself! I need to get some pictures of these guys so you can see what Im talking about. I totally melt when I see them. Well, I melt when I see all my nephews, but these guys are still so small they make me melt the fastest. Me. Puddle. Floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SL4jOWMq-yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/z_koBjfl0vA/s1600-h/My+boys.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SL4jOWMq-yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/z_koBjfl0vA/s320/My+boys.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241665745689705250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallin isnt very much older than that picture, but hes already changed so much!  It was my job to make sure the little guy slept for a little while cause he hadnt slept much that day.  So I did what I do best!  I cuddled! He was alseep shortly and I spent the next two hours enjoying my time with the little guy.  He seemed very content in my arms.  :)  This was taken around the 4th and Marshall already is so much more grown up than this!  He cracks me up.  Hes so independant and so awesome.  I love my little guys.  &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-3033491279254923465?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3033491279254923465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=3033491279254923465' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3033491279254923465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3033491279254923465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SL4jOWMq-yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/z_koBjfl0vA/s72-c/My+boys.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-6551430365755292102</id><published>2008-08-05T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:13:35.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Ivy Gayle</title><content type='html'>Mom and I were hanging out with Ivy tonight.  We watched a little Mickey Mouse Club House while Mom and I worked on my room for a little while and then we had dinner.  Ivy refuses to sit in her high chair now so we pulled up a "big girl" chair and put a box on it so she could reach the table.  After a few bites of dinner (pizza toppings, string cheese, and peaches) she looks at me, rubs her belly and says in a matter of fact tone "Im much better now".  I couldnt help but laugh!  Hearing that come from a two year old was perhaps the funniest thing Ive heard all day.  That child sure does make us laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-6551430365755292102?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6551430365755292102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=6551430365755292102' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6551430365755292102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6551430365755292102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2008/08/miss-ivy-gayle.html' title='Miss Ivy Gayle'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-1086110585963136291</id><published>2008-08-03T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:11:08.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YellowStone!</title><content type='html'>For my birthday (July 15th- mark your calendars for next year!) Chris and I went to Idaho (road trip!) and stayed with Aunt Sue and Uncle Steve.  We had no real plans while up there so we were up for the idea of going to YellowStone with Grandma and Grandpa.  They go up there all the time and were more than happy to accompany us on our trip!  Below is a slide show of some of the pictures I took.  In no particular order here are the animals we saw.  Female moose- called a cow-, a white tale fox which apparently isnt seen that often!, a bison sharpening his horns, a moose very far away in the water and a chipmunk!  I got seriously close to the bison sharpening his horns and he was HUGE!  Grandma said that he was a little one and lemme tell ya.  If he was a little one, I wouldnt want to play with a big one!  Also in the slide are some rapids,  gysers- old faithful decided to spout off right as we were coming in so we didnt get to see her in all her glory, mud pots, a blue pool near the gysers, and a bacteria pool that had grass growing on it.  We cant get grass to grow in vegas but it will grow on a bacteria pool!  Figure that out for me!  You can see Grandma and Grandpa driving us around and they even sat for a picture in Jackson Hole on the way home under the Elk antlers.  They are just so cute!  And of course you will see pictures of Chris and I!  We are slightly the cutest thing ever.  Just so ya know.  You may ask yourself why I took pictures of some mountains, so let me explain.  The first one is one side of the Teton Mountains and then the next three are the other side of it.  We kinda did a huge circle around them on our trip.  I thought it was pretty dang cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/10cfff73.pbw" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v399/autumnangel83/?action=view&amp;amp;current=10cfff73.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be more pictures of our trip to Salt Lake and Temple Square....just not tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-1086110585963136291?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1086110585963136291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=1086110585963136291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1086110585963136291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1086110585963136291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2008/08/yellowstone.html' title='YellowStone!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-3005813659820987073</id><published>2008-07-21T23:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:28:46.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Memories!</title><content type='html'>1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together.  It doesn't matter if you are family, friends, knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.  If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-3005813659820987073?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3005813659820987073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=3005813659820987073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3005813659820987073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3005813659820987073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2008/07/your-memories.html' title='Your Memories!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-3757099062540705771</id><published>2008-06-26T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:38:05.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took minnas lead and posted some of my favorite lolcats.  These guys are just hilarious.  If you havent checked em out, do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/06/10/funny-pictures-last-foever-let-it-be-this-one/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1207017" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/06/funny-pictures-cat-hug-moment-forever.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;cat&lt;/a&gt; pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/06/09/funny-pictures-stoopid-hoomans-couch-looks-better-on-fire/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1195996" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/06/funny-pictures-cat-in-time-out.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;cat&lt;/a&gt; pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/06/06/funny-pictures-i-iz-up-i-givez-up/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1177546" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/06/funny-pictures-kitten-gives-up-getting-up.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;cat&lt;/a&gt; pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/05/28/funny-pictures-i-can-haz-furgivnis/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1089600" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/05/funny-pictures-orange-kitten-wants-forgiveness.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;cat&lt;/a&gt; pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/05/21/funny-pictures-hugz-befo-u-go/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1033262" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/05/funny-pictures-kittens-hugs-before-you-go.jpg" alt="pet" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;cat&lt;/a&gt; pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/05/20/funny-pictures-gotted-meh-aggin/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1042126" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/05/funny-pictures-kitten-crying-hallmark-commercial.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;cat&lt;/a&gt; pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-3757099062540705771?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3757099062540705771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=3757099062540705771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3757099062540705771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/3757099062540705771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-took-minnas-lead-and-posted-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-254469305185890316</id><published>2008-06-05T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:09:47.100-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>One year!</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend Chris and I celebrated our one year anniversary.  Gotta tell ya.  It was kind of a fantastic night.  We went to craft steak for an amazing dinner, to build a bear and to the bellagio fountains!  The best songs were playing and I was with the man I love.  Seriously could not have been a better night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures were asked for so here they are! ( I have more but on a different camera so I will get them for you when I can find them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SGMuvndPmWI/AAAAAAAAACY/78T0-xgS2VM/s1600-h/DSCN0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SGMuvndPmWI/AAAAAAAAACY/78T0-xgS2VM/s320/DSCN0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216064189005535586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got pictures taken at dinner!  These are just two of them and this is the card Chris got me.  They are on display in my room.  Its actually the first thing I see when I walk into my room!  My boy is just the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SGMuvwr9wnI/AAAAAAAAACg/-WMGFNrOh_s/s1600-h/DSCN0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SGMuvwr9wnI/AAAAAAAAACg/-WMGFNrOh_s/s320/DSCN0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216064191483200114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Tiernan and Angel!  Chris gave me Angel and as the second part of the night we went and made Tiernan.  Arent they just the cutest couple ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-254469305185890316?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/254469305185890316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=254469305185890316' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/254469305185890316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/254469305185890316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-year.html' title='One year!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SGMuvndPmWI/AAAAAAAAACY/78T0-xgS2VM/s72-c/DSCN0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-7659444516245686390</id><published>2008-05-22T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:07:44.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chef!</title><content type='html'>Ok.  So I dont know this lady.  But she cracks me up.  I got her blog off my friend Rachels and I check her blog out all the time.  I seriously love her.  Check her out over there!  -----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-7659444516245686390?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7659444516245686390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=7659444516245686390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/7659444516245686390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/7659444516245686390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2008/05/chef.html' title='Chef!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-5034467166285703148</id><published>2008-05-22T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:02:25.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>So.  I'm sitting at my desk when I should be packing for my weekend with Chris down in Phoenix but instead I'm sitting here bored.  Im often bored.  I thought it might be entertaining to those of you out there that are also bored to have a peek inside my head and see the randomness inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I wrote bored, I first wrote board.  Apparently I cant spell.  Who would have thunk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long it would take to sit down and eat an entire watermelon.  And if dehydrated while eating said watermelon, would you suddenly be not dehydrated anymore?  Is there enough water in watermelon to keep you from your thirsty doom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come bugs can crawl up walls and I cant?  That doesnt seem fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else ever sing songs in their heads that aren't really songs?  Like on The Emperors new groove Krunk is trying to be stealth walking around the palace or whatever and hes singing the song?  Yeah.  I sing that all the time.  On the phone, at work, to pooka.  All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are puzzles so much fun?  You broke this thing and now you are trying to put it back together.  How is that enjoyable?  And once we put it back together, we just crumple it back up and put it away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one person win by 12 million votes.  And doesn't that make you feel bad for the person that didn't win.  Cause not only did they NOT win, they were slaughtered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little kids are beyond the cutest.  With their imaginations and the ability to play nice with eachother.  So cute.  I have the best nieces and nephews EVER!  You should be jealous.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we get tired of being with the person we're with?  If we find that person that we're not tired of, does that make that person special or does it mean we are immune to their BS? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can someone be bored (spelled it right the first time!) when there is an entire internet full of things we could be learning and things to be doing.  Does it make you a slacker to be bored when we have all those resources?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...thats enough randomness for one night.  These are all the thoughts I pulled out of my head in a pretty short amount of time.  How can people think so much all the time and still not have any answers?  Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-5034467166285703148?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5034467166285703148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=5034467166285703148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/5034467166285703148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/5034467166285703148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2008/05/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-6711558216649300984</id><published>2008-05-05T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:09:47.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car accident'/><title type='text'>I got hit!</title><content type='html'>So.  Im driving home from work and I decide I should get some gas so I can drive to work tomorrow.  Great logic, I know.  Anyway.  Im minding my own business when out of the corner of my eye I see this big silver thing coming at me and then WHAM!  Im hit.  And Im pissed.  I was hungry, tired and I needed to get gas!  Getting hit was not in my plans for the evening! So we pull off to the side of the road and inspect the damage.  Really, it could be much worse.  Im not sure how bad it is, theres just alot of her paint on my car.  Its about 3/4ths up my car all the way to the back.  Im not pleased, but like I said it could have been much worse.  So Im fine, shes fine and neither of us know what to do.  So I take this wonderful opportunity to call daddy!  He says call the cops.  So I do.  We are sitting there waiting for the cops and starting to give eachother our information and then a bike cop shows up.  It had to have been a record.  Turns out he just got off another call that was just up the road.  So he asked what happened, where it happened and if we are ok.  He take all our info and then proceeds to tell the lady that shes getting the ticket.  And she got all sorts of pissy.  Umm... YOU HIT ME!  You dont get to be pissy! So the cop printed out my little accident thing and Minna (who showed up to let mom know I was not infact dead) and I went on our way.  So...that was my night.  How was yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I will upload a picture tomorrow.  My camera is in my car...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SCTwxbrb-WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NUjrqBJLmxc/s1600-h/DSC01942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SCTwxbrb-WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NUjrqBJLmxc/s320/DSC01942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198544601926596962" 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/8246777511894475809-6711558216649300984?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6711558216649300984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=6711558216649300984' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6711558216649300984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/6711558216649300984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-hit.html' title='I got hit!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SCTwxbrb-WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NUjrqBJLmxc/s72-c/DSC01942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-8096160997181223005</id><published>2008-05-03T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:09:49.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeks gone by</title><content type='html'>The last couple weeks have been awesome! Chris and I went up to Zion and to the Def Leppard concert! Zion was just so beautiful. If you have never been, please go. You will not regret it! But make sure to go on the right hike! Haha. We learned that one the hard way, but we still had a blast!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzmtXB58nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/M0RhGB5l1C8/s1600-h/DSC01938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzmtXB58nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/M0RhGB5l1C8/s320/DSC01938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196281737029218930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            We should have gone this way&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzmtnB58oI/AAAAAAAAABA/LKFScMvh7d0/s1600-h/DSC01939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzmtnB58oI/AAAAAAAAABA/LKFScMvh7d0/s320/DSC01939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196281741324186242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                But instead we went this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzl-3B58jI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5M3OTuzsnTY/s1600-h/DSC01892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzl-3B58jI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5M3OTuzsnTY/s320/DSC01892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196280938165301810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 View from the start of the hike&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzms3B58lI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9B1WQmthRWk/s1600-h/DSC01917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzms3B58lI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9B1WQmthRWk/s320/DSC01917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196281728439284306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                Middle emerald pools- Where we ended up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzmsnB58kI/AAAAAAAAAAg/975mY0RgAPg/s1600-h/DSC01920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzmsnB58kI/AAAAAAAAAAg/975mY0RgAPg/s320/DSC01920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196281724144316994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   Chris in the canyon on our way down!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzmtHB58mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hS9pwd9K84E/s1600-h/DSC01927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzmtHB58mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hS9pwd9K84E/s320/DSC01927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196281732734251618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           We finally made it!  The lower emerald pools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Def Leppard concert was so great. REO Speedwagon opened up for them and totally rocked out.  Chris had sung one of their songs to me while we were hiking and it was pretty cool when we were able to sing it together at the concert!  I swear that boy did not sit down the entire 3 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzsrXB58pI/AAAAAAAAABI/MIN1Io6Pbjc/s1600-h/DSC01121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzsrXB58pI/AAAAAAAAABI/MIN1Io6Pbjc/s320/DSC01121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196288299739247250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;REO Speedwagon singing I cant fight this feeling anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzsrnB58qI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_FSfzaOd-yQ/s1600-h/DSC01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzsrnB58qI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_FSfzaOd-yQ/s320/DSC01124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196288304034214562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Def Leppard Rockin out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzssXB58rI/AAAAAAAAABY/wbxDLgFI-Q0/s1600-h/DSC01125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzssXB58rI/AAAAAAAAABY/wbxDLgFI-Q0/s320/DSC01125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196288316919116466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzssnB58sI/AAAAAAAAABg/Q3FGEgMIFmA/s1600-h/DSC01127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzssnB58sI/AAAAAAAAABg/Q3FGEgMIFmA/s320/DSC01127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196288321214083778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bringing on the Heartbreak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzss3B58tI/AAAAAAAAABo/GUy1EAEey6A/s1600-h/DSC01128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzss3B58tI/AAAAAAAAABo/GUy1EAEey6A/s320/DSC01128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196288325509051090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one speaks for itself.  :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-8096160997181223005?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8096160997181223005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=8096160997181223005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/8096160997181223005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/8096160997181223005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2008/05/weeks-gone-by.html' title='Weeks gone by'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/SBzmtXB58nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/M0RhGB5l1C8/s72-c/DSC01938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246777511894475809.post-1740986272195084751</id><published>2008-05-03T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T14:50:44.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New phones</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you guys are the same as me, but I positively love getting a new phone.  Chris just got a new phone so we have been looking all over the net for a place to make our own ringtones.  Well, I found one!  And its great!  Its called mobile17.com and I love it.  It takes a while sometimes to get the music to your phone because there are people ahead of you using the same service, but over all I couldnt be happier. &lt;br /&gt;    But now I'm faced with the challenge of making ringtones for everyone!  Its a dang near impossible task!  I do however enjoy a challenge so I'm totally going for it.  So far I have a Justin Timberlake song for Chris (yes, its a mushy one) and Have a nice day by Bon Jovi for my sisters.  But I have to think up ones for my parents and best friends!  This will be very interesting I think.  If any of you have any songs you would like made to be your special ringtone, just let me know and I will see what I can do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246777511894475809-1740986272195084751?l=soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1740986272195084751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246777511894475809&amp;postID=1740986272195084751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1740986272195084751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246777511894475809/posts/default/1740986272195084751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soitgoesonandon.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-phones.html' title='New phones'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525785550176478698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVyMU73jJGY/TBfL3ok3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/72D3rPwmCQ0/S220/DSC00264.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
