tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32546463088437292402024-02-19T08:06:08.464-08:00Sand in Your EyesBullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-37034755122281520862010-02-21T20:07:00.000-08:002010-02-21T20:07:24.241-08:0051st.... and last.... postFarewell to the Sandi Beach. No more Sand in your eyes!<br />
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We had a good run. But I'm following cue from my fellow bloggers and starting a family blog. It's not all about me, you know.<br />
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You can now turn to <a href="http://www.thebullocklife.blogspot.com/">www.thebullocklife.blogspot.com</a> for all your Sandi needs.<br />
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Ciao!Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-36344153572130773252010-02-07T22:04:00.000-08:002010-02-07T22:25:27.913-08:00Settling InSettling in = less interesting stuff = shorter blogs.<div><br /></div><div>Brent is still working hard at school, as fast as the internet here will let him. We are still looking online and in the classifieds for jobs, we might just start doing plasma. I went to a job interview, but the place was horrible, the man I would be working for was yelling, and there were 10 girls ahead of me... so we left. </div><div><br /></div><div>We got to go to the temple again this week, that was wonderful. We found out that movies are only 5 bucks on Tuesday (which is good, cause matinee tickets are 8.50 and regular are 11). We can walk to the mall (and theater) in about 5 minutes. Less time than it takes us to drive in Utah. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm already 1/4 done with my hours at the Egoscue clinic! </div><div><br /></div><div>And in less productive news... we finished watching Season 1 of Heroes. </div><div><br /></div><div>Pics to come... internet is too slow right now.</div><div><br /></div>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-62668170677912075062010-02-04T22:33:00.000-08:002010-02-04T22:36:27.706-08:00A Mutual RealizationBrent and I have been living it up. We eat. We sleep. We eat. We watch Simpson's .We watch Heroes (Season 1 DVD). We watch movies. We eat. We make cookies. We sleep. <div><br /></div><div>And upon trying to remove our wedding rings the other day to shower, we realized something.</div><div><br /></div><div>Either metal shrinks in lower altitudes... or we're getting fatter.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Even Brent.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-34279619602016439302010-01-31T17:05:00.000-08:002010-01-31T19:52:45.922-08:00San Diego<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv_mSmLsvqnPs_AZ4sqm8glTKsjPtYQdKyXzn9iDpC0hJGIjXCaKWIOFQYvJiMDWtoL857NsK-e0I_9ztnt8trzKWUKD8iXLzWCOa2utUgoXi8CpNlunTovKiEIdZywducWJWXpUU2X75e/s1600-h/CIMG4684.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv_mSmLsvqnPs_AZ4sqm8glTKsjPtYQdKyXzn9iDpC0hJGIjXCaKWIOFQYvJiMDWtoL857NsK-e0I_9ztnt8trzKWUKD8iXLzWCOa2utUgoXi8CpNlunTovKiEIdZywducWJWXpUU2X75e/s320/CIMG4684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433083828091852338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Welcome. Let me give you the tour. You open the door and see this!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Walk in and to your left you'll see....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvbKOqH1ssyVvE3xI7xEL4IpTcfKYxILxjAen_QK93cuImS_ex_s8ZKUzJC_FuxqHWOT5j4R8-KztOfCh9-zJWmPfgWNrR4tnpiRW3c3ojAgUIXymNjLpq1tQ6rhJa2k1XKhm6Q2gGWAX/s1600-h/CIMG4685.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvbKOqH1ssyVvE3xI7xEL4IpTcfKYxILxjAen_QK93cuImS_ex_s8ZKUzJC_FuxqHWOT5j4R8-KztOfCh9-zJWmPfgWNrR4tnpiRW3c3ojAgUIXymNjLpq1tQ6rhJa2k1XKhm6Q2gGWAX/s320/CIMG4685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433083151220776658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Our dining room! (We saved some money on our table....)</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you were to look on your right instead of left</div><div style="text-align: center;"> when you walked in you'd see...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5VbVNZWu0cP992s1CN-va117I2xHlfsNl_vYdCem84DKtE88LpPUsYIoH0NfmU0goEWAHGi3_ZFGtCH5PXUTUhKBfNrF-NgfxVkkNDRNqL9vAbj7ZyLsykJ7kjSQo8XKcEJ5w0OnQ4PY1/s1600-h/CIMG4686.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5VbVNZWu0cP992s1CN-va117I2xHlfsNl_vYdCem84DKtE88LpPUsYIoH0NfmU0goEWAHGi3_ZFGtCH5PXUTUhKBfNrF-NgfxVkkNDRNqL9vAbj7ZyLsykJ7kjSQo8XKcEJ5w0OnQ4PY1/s320/CIMG4686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433083145988511602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">BRENT! Doing the dishes! In our KITCHEN!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Walk past the kitchen and on your right you'll see...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMgFOLd6f6sj48cQc3ErVp_djbpDePt4aWHocS_Lqcvkb0ZZeV0lnqaWLFTBensfxeXE2Mb-T4SjU-rAcyemwXDFURzxyAVMnEwD9Xn2zuO1ZBvrmBA_TdtIz_maT2kNpP_LZRt7w61-j/s1600-h/CIMG4687.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMgFOLd6f6sj48cQc3ErVp_djbpDePt4aWHocS_Lqcvkb0ZZeV0lnqaWLFTBensfxeXE2Mb-T4SjU-rAcyemwXDFURzxyAVMnEwD9Xn2zuO1ZBvrmBA_TdtIz_maT2kNpP_LZRt7w61-j/s320/CIMG4687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433083135751244450" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Our living room! Not fully organized yet...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAcXvcX6fpeom02OCWS9XIuaRt_0_JI1LTZIZyB1w2qOfSKdjRta0I6oR8yPlayJ_qmhevyKvjOp5sniqDXxnPQd3Nbie7mnu3ro9_Q-VFYAqcvyryEhqjP_GMGMd6KFlyWud5DqttFD7m/s1600-h/CIMG4688.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAcXvcX6fpeom02OCWS9XIuaRt_0_JI1LTZIZyB1w2qOfSKdjRta0I6oR8yPlayJ_qmhevyKvjOp5sniqDXxnPQd3Nbie7mnu3ro9_Q-VFYAqcvyryEhqjP_GMGMd6KFlyWud5DqttFD7m/s320/CIMG4688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433083122406993890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Starting to make sense?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2MDAA8wPJVtAE2fWuZ_cONdOl0DqHl2V5Q9H2rAg0YH9UhK15M2x6JTwqwj3UR5camvwovk_ApZS_5PtkBgIf0yJA_Q2kwXRXhmtTZtBx9KFKzutLh_P5HdVs8kVxnHVLWAvFski0PFmF/s1600-h/CIMG4689.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2MDAA8wPJVtAE2fWuZ_cONdOl0DqHl2V5Q9H2rAg0YH9UhK15M2x6JTwqwj3UR5camvwovk_ApZS_5PtkBgIf0yJA_Q2kwXRXhmtTZtBx9KFKzutLh_P5HdVs8kVxnHVLWAvFski0PFmF/s320/CIMG4689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433083112527991282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">So our "bedroom" is adjacent to the living room. </div><div style="text-align: center;">From the front door, you walk in, past the dining room </div><div style="text-align: center;">and it's on your left!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't ask me why I'm posting a picture of it when it's so messy... when I took it I was so pleased we had unpacked, everything looked clean to me... at least there are vacuum lines on the carpet, focus on those.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2eHir7uesqoDzaDLLz78qK4jF5JXIu9ieK5W4N6fHWuCLDXFTCK0BBXHVC-n3UsscsbN0TfiX5IBxCtD5CInnLpvmL_5Z4y6HILtXtR93ZwwmeoKU54ouDxNC4omFQXUShkGh4FqX_MG9/s1600-h/CIMG4690.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2eHir7uesqoDzaDLLz78qK4jF5JXIu9ieK5W4N6fHWuCLDXFTCK0BBXHVC-n3UsscsbN0TfiX5IBxCtD5CInnLpvmL_5Z4y6HILtXtR93ZwwmeoKU54ouDxNC4omFQXUShkGh4FqX_MG9/s320/CIMG4690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433080985342551330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We love our walk-in closet! I gave Brent almost half of it! </div><div style="text-align: center;">He said, "I get ALL this?!" And he meant it, he was expecting much less :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVAk0EtTVBSDYkTHlWnuevfaz6So0n_YlrZ_GzeNsfW7KtVppeon9gwOUxCvNxpkYCbtoNMM7vXMI0ifb6qumYuzfHZLIAz92Q9Yte-d1Lj35Po1xp5l6mOO0kRGOMsEHV0pzNz9TtMnp/s1600-h/CIMG4691.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVAk0EtTVBSDYkTHlWnuevfaz6So0n_YlrZ_GzeNsfW7KtVppeon9gwOUxCvNxpkYCbtoNMM7vXMI0ifb6qumYuzfHZLIAz92Q9Yte-d1Lj35Po1xp5l6mOO0kRGOMsEHV0pzNz9TtMnp/s320/CIMG4691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433080973624560194" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And our bathroom... the shower curtain has since been raised to an appropriate height.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidGDt17B8ip-pnJiTWsBt6P5BxxBXmcxr8FPYiSeu_qYeyN6xNmNysqJs7cDHVorfp_WiwgilwRJVuBmGg2uRVI_koD1pnRbvsYFeuCqwDsmxSfQ1g3BXzYnK5_NsB8C9vCBa3xQnlXQDZ/s1600-h/CIMG4694.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidGDt17B8ip-pnJiTWsBt6P5BxxBXmcxr8FPYiSeu_qYeyN6xNmNysqJs7cDHVorfp_WiwgilwRJVuBmGg2uRVI_koD1pnRbvsYFeuCqwDsmxSfQ1g3BXzYnK5_NsB8C9vCBa3xQnlXQDZ/s320/CIMG4694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433080963328048802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I work on the 6th floor of a building in downtown, and I love the view! </div><div style="text-align: center;">You can see a tiny sliver of water between the buildings.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsvvjOUdnfS9u6k7lP5vWmgPzmUagZb8Dl8bmlNNyiGy_iuJdlwn-UPgt9098fCytFRteOSjm3enKkt18g0Ba-1aOLiqvVZ_nGN86OnNr-RVVdpTgcY1muvsr0l-2NvRt4kaxDWLq4ci9/s1600-h/CIMG4695.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsvvjOUdnfS9u6k7lP5vWmgPzmUagZb8Dl8bmlNNyiGy_iuJdlwn-UPgt9098fCytFRteOSjm3enKkt18g0Ba-1aOLiqvVZ_nGN86OnNr-RVVdpTgcY1muvsr0l-2NvRt4kaxDWLq4ci9/s320/CIMG4695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433080950771541458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I sit here and answer phone calls and schedule appointments when I'm not in the back doing exercises with the therapists and clients. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The plants all have names, I've forgotten most of them, but I know the one on the left is Bernadette.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikbpenXRX6pMKoaeyERsOjxDMd2XfCbyWWtZI2qafp2pUamSKx0KDVne6zBT3g8PsvZfYlNOBcz2tWTb4Nqp3_V_SfYm5oTonTGii6zUu2jJrKRNuixYbYA8dh_8CCAGHDvw-s2cG9Hlio/s1600-h/CIMG4696.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikbpenXRX6pMKoaeyERsOjxDMd2XfCbyWWtZI2qafp2pUamSKx0KDVne6zBT3g8PsvZfYlNOBcz2tWTb4Nqp3_V_SfYm5oTonTGii6zUu2jJrKRNuixYbYA8dh_8CCAGHDvw-s2cG9Hlio/s320/CIMG4696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433080932773305410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">So on Wednesday, we got all ready to go to the San Diego Temple.... but it's closed for cleaning until the 8th of February. Oops! </div><div style="text-align: center;">So we went to Bed, Bath & Beyond instead.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh12U0ki8C8TX9PhZxADqC6rsqSz79UcrvOlVDM4-r-3XGyk44pjI3NfJqa9cHXqiB2fqJDWS3fvif_pDtKHScboUmgz7GrghVv80kEbeVN_zOGIeqXI0SQNyRRk_kUg0c0CJYCnnOjWqFv/s1600-h/CIMG4697.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh12U0ki8C8TX9PhZxADqC6rsqSz79UcrvOlVDM4-r-3XGyk44pjI3NfJqa9cHXqiB2fqJDWS3fvif_pDtKHScboUmgz7GrghVv80kEbeVN_zOGIeqXI0SQNyRRk_kUg0c0CJYCnnOjWqFv/s320/CIMG4697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433076950719079122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Friday was Brent's birthday! I let him sleep in while I went for my first California driving adventure in search of an appropriate birthday breakfast...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Oy1wtYjiF4aBjViu9mHoOG1jga8biFzFK-PXgVFHFM8Zkhi7yJMq7tiasYtdi-Y51UGBa7_paGrmTfIOhCLaGH_FM5UFAO8soF_yk4MMij0httoJwf1hw82dxF6pqNw_jQQpO9hvqZb4/s1600-h/CIMG4701.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Oy1wtYjiF4aBjViu9mHoOG1jga8biFzFK-PXgVFHFM8Zkhi7yJMq7tiasYtdi-Y51UGBa7_paGrmTfIOhCLaGH_FM5UFAO8soF_yk4MMij0httoJwf1hw82dxF6pqNw_jQQpO9hvqZb4/s320/CIMG4701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433076936034624530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It took about a half an hour on the phone to make this happen, but it was worth it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfj9NieMEir4XBPBMkHS8vKoKeT9G5WDYQmY6tyh_0ZwxafVFhKkA2Va894ntTTJTnYMaLdHHR7JATgrVGSYTbs20fYmoOru4BulvVR46D3lmA3ioBbKdHnfJz3AoIaK28cUf9-mWzf27l/s1600-h/CIMG4704.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfj9NieMEir4XBPBMkHS8vKoKeT9G5WDYQmY6tyh_0ZwxafVFhKkA2Va894ntTTJTnYMaLdHHR7JATgrVGSYTbs20fYmoOru4BulvVR46D3lmA3ioBbKdHnfJz3AoIaK28cUf9-mWzf27l/s320/CIMG4704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433076931080357858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We were determined to go the temple before the month ended, so on Saturday we drove an hour and a half to the Newport Beach Temple. It was gorgeous!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRqNcDsZtF11nqvs8ZsHGrJM5sm0slwyIbo3Mp9LN1Hwx7K34f3Rxaw4Zh7VWfldmOSw2SCG3taj9IR0kxG1WXaq-ZyuOIWtbY8OvMwj7h0N1dmnof4ycE0C2AaoWOvIIwoS2Uo5Hu6Nd/s1600-h/CIMG4706.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRqNcDsZtF11nqvs8ZsHGrJM5sm0slwyIbo3Mp9LN1Hwx7K34f3Rxaw4Zh7VWfldmOSw2SCG3taj9IR0kxG1WXaq-ZyuOIWtbY8OvMwj7h0N1dmnof4ycE0C2AaoWOvIIwoS2Uo5Hu6Nd/s320/CIMG4706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433076921039941474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Besides the Krispy Kreme and Papa John's, (which don't really count cause it was birthday food) we didn't go out to eat all week, and we were pretty hungry after the temple... it was inevitable really.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiopt8Bzx_A-EsbHCvwfbaGGpFhugkuWlklDzO2uhDvIGYPCq6iw-9phqUgJSb9J4wANUTRmZxFVE9NkAivgnVkJuVsnvsaQzPE-GQpOR1kzYdTczr0aHwgiWTpa2GUw9VvhihgHdd8QvZG/s1600-h/CIMG4714.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiopt8Bzx_A-EsbHCvwfbaGGpFhugkuWlklDzO2uhDvIGYPCq6iw-9phqUgJSb9J4wANUTRmZxFVE9NkAivgnVkJuVsnvsaQzPE-GQpOR1kzYdTczr0aHwgiWTpa2GUw9VvhihgHdd8QvZG/s320/CIMG4714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433076909889295138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I'm in the very front, Brent's right behind me. (We didn't want to get wet) About 15 minutes from the temple is a magical place called Disneyland, I'm sure some of you have heard about it... We splurged and got annual passes. We figured we'd just have to force ourselves to go enough to make it worth it. What's nice, though, is that we live in Southern California now, and hence, were eligible to purchase the SoCal annual pass! Unfortunately, we didn't have any proof of address, but fortunately, the lady just had us tell her our address and she gave 'em to us!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">For anyone familiar with my hiccups: After a ride, we walked off and I, you know, hiccuped. We were behind a group of teenagers and you know what happened next? They all started echoing me! One after the next, it was a chorus of hiccups. They didn't turn around and laugh or anything, they just kept imitating the sound. It was pretty strange. Brent just informed me the ride was Indiana Jones. Must've been a memorable moment.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">---</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">California Dreamin':</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A couple nights ago, I had a crazy dream about ants. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They were inside my skin, on my chest, a bunch of 'em. (Have you ever seen Mummy, where you can see the beetles crawl around under the guy's skin? It was like that.) And in my dream, I was FLIPPIN' out! Then, all the ants gathered and I could see them moving down my left arm, into the palm of my hand, forming an under-skin anthill. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In this dream, Brent was driving, and I kept trying to show him the ants in my skin and he kept asking what was wrong and I'm thinking, "Isn't it OBVIOUS?" So I got frustrated and yelled, "I'm not talking to you anymore!" The ants began to chew through the skin around the border of the base and when they had just finished coming full circle, I grabbed the sack of ants and threw it out the window. Sick, I know.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I woke up and told Brent and he goes, "Ohhh!" Because apparently I had been mumbling in my sleep, and he was trying to ask me what was wrong, and then I just yelled at him, "I'm not talking to you anymore!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">---</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, folks, that's about it for this week. We are both looking for jobs, still. Brent's working hard at his online classes. I'm working hard at my internship. And we have a blast at home, making meals and watching TV and movies. We would be goners if it weren't for the GPS we got ourselves for Christmas. We went to our ward today, it's definitely, well, a new ward, but I'm sure we'll get used to it! We miss you, we love you, and we'd love to see you and hear from you!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-55819553534884793662010-01-25T08:13:00.001-08:002010-01-25T08:53:34.424-08:00HoneyMOONers!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGLgZIaumxVwv9_0oRJU0Ajmup_zvYGuRvuLU3zxtrrhfIYzGBBO9rylVahHsOb7lM1w94ZDbXsAfL8kXK9fN8YiY8GFsHMBdhSWxKNDARJBSw2NpWZ_z5KlkLy31e-mWUUX9uenjkCJF/s1600-h/CIMG4509.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGLgZIaumxVwv9_0oRJU0Ajmup_zvYGuRvuLU3zxtrrhfIYzGBBO9rylVahHsOb7lM1w94ZDbXsAfL8kXK9fN8YiY8GFsHMBdhSWxKNDARJBSw2NpWZ_z5KlkLy31e-mWUUX9uenjkCJF/s320/CIMG4509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430715092232789026" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Our first honeymoon pic. I don't know why we didn't get any at the lodge, but this is where we started taking out the camera. Somewhere between Orem and San Diego, this pup is cruisin!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></div></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyymsOINYJXyafAaXj8MIQZK3eZIfSASSrkTkPLG7WzWka1_Aq0CLcDmPZVlI7iQJqw8shdU5_UrZpwJIAWY080A26UyDIdccHlJSMp80xeaByPqvqFPqmQ8wYwpFyD1tlUApqdJ2am4ZC/s1600-h/CIMG4525.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyymsOINYJXyafAaXj8MIQZK3eZIfSASSrkTkPLG7WzWka1_Aq0CLcDmPZVlI7iQJqw8shdU5_UrZpwJIAWY080A26UyDIdccHlJSMp80xeaByPqvqFPqmQ8wYwpFyD1tlUApqdJ2am4ZC/s1600-h/CIMG4525.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyymsOINYJXyafAaXj8MIQZK3eZIfSASSrkTkPLG7WzWka1_Aq0CLcDmPZVlI7iQJqw8shdU5_UrZpwJIAWY080A26UyDIdccHlJSMp80xeaByPqvqFPqmQ8wYwpFyD1tlUApqdJ2am4ZC/s320/CIMG4525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430714722379963762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Elegant night on the cruise.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8warMQzIV6aXPoym6vNynymbeZCFn-M3IGCTnXuqjo0tweJnwf_xQB7SfTrqQauwzq0Khl5jwc0r2yXmVnvq1K0tReewXzoSOwJUulwcQQ-hrWzI8jHZSqShyEhAbKYlBe2eDPVz7sl1/s1600-h/CIMG4557.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8warMQzIV6aXPoym6vNynymbeZCFn-M3IGCTnXuqjo0tweJnwf_xQB7SfTrqQauwzq0Khl5jwc0r2yXmVnvq1K0tReewXzoSOwJUulwcQQ-hrWzI8jHZSqShyEhAbKYlBe2eDPVz7sl1/s320/CIMG4557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430714709901312194" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My new handstand photo buddy. </div><div style="text-align: center;">p.s. Our ship is not the big one in the middle, but farther back, </div><div style="text-align: center;">you can just see it on the left.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRRh2AuJ4EyEdLC8DFstxaiYav70MIEccHr1G3J3WaqG3qRsgPxIHuWGb9lVFj2jHCLD7WF-V5fovfxy67POD0rLcAQzsawfN64M0_0cYOp5os2G_PSUWzuxdl-GXGG4tvh2p_bkop8AxL/s1600-h/CIMG4558.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRRh2AuJ4EyEdLC8DFstxaiYav70MIEccHr1G3J3WaqG3qRsgPxIHuWGb9lVFj2jHCLD7WF-V5fovfxy67POD0rLcAQzsawfN64M0_0cYOp5os2G_PSUWzuxdl-GXGG4tvh2p_bkop8AxL/s320/CIMG4558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430714703821531922" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSkOY6BKImspV7IaA9XCeP9TDx1D1MqISoh9hrRGkEZcg6CF-OsR4QZn4uIEb-D6bRvNbAYP-FV44vE949x7UXymk1gmO2Jrob_vOukr4_tZyHaJofqySb7YbvXpaLp8QLWuMFUv5jM4c/s1600-h/CIMG4598.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSkOY6BKImspV7IaA9XCeP9TDx1D1MqISoh9hrRGkEZcg6CF-OsR4QZn4uIEb-D6bRvNbAYP-FV44vE949x7UXymk1gmO2Jrob_vOukr4_tZyHaJofqySb7YbvXpaLp8QLWuMFUv5jM4c/s320/CIMG4598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430714696406109058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Just before we went parasailing! My lifejacket was HUGE. Not very reassuring.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxh5byidTWmNAaCbKIyNcmieeq902xVheZq4iYvEPx4Cjd1evsxZaTS3sAAHEiJB3cvRmfvnjdcnTVNEfddaOAEtnIVR-TFYfJD8JEWYTXQIlhyxvuJEgLhyphenhyphen_1x51YG-2z6D7VsetFLddF/s1600-h/CIMG4619.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxh5byidTWmNAaCbKIyNcmieeq902xVheZq4iYvEPx4Cjd1evsxZaTS3sAAHEiJB3cvRmfvnjdcnTVNEfddaOAEtnIVR-TFYfJD8JEWYTXQIlhyxvuJEgLhyphenhyphen_1x51YG-2z6D7VsetFLddF/s320/CIMG4619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430712565898375714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Before</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil-KUAb2ch_23dJRjIgyDKvPFrV0o8CUCfec1x8ZuPHRWP_CTAyJiRlz9UCShF7BzcDgy0ATSJ7gimsS-qKi36Yxciby81_i0MUju3siIF0ZiRNniPEhyD4Ju_H7ouBR7vZSSRGLFjOrav/s1600-h/CIMG4648.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil-KUAb2ch_23dJRjIgyDKvPFrV0o8CUCfec1x8ZuPHRWP_CTAyJiRlz9UCShF7BzcDgy0ATSJ7gimsS-qKi36Yxciby81_i0MUju3siIF0ZiRNniPEhyD4Ju_H7ouBR7vZSSRGLFjOrav/s320/CIMG4648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430712563413102530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">After</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3PRCrxOq5j1bXLXDWRN1iznM9vm1p75MlLSj1Pfbc4ClQPeRD9SYXnks0hF_vvt3m_ZgPQj_b2mNNz6JHr96GdND2yX7d7ae5XdX3cQbvoJFGafxsqTrdZizVZgyHvFDhgXBBBeNXv3Zu/s1600-h/CIMG4671.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3PRCrxOq5j1bXLXDWRN1iznM9vm1p75MlLSj1Pfbc4ClQPeRD9SYXnks0hF_vvt3m_ZgPQj_b2mNNz6JHr96GdND2yX7d7ae5XdX3cQbvoJFGafxsqTrdZizVZgyHvFDhgXBBBeNXv3Zu/s320/CIMG4671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430712551303388290" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPb5Lx9MSloC3KCy7CBA0Li3kK2j9IuuKoCTkIbuirSC-TtZ5hlnAguoVPbbmWPsRjYSOT_4tq0RFLZibXcPE8oiLfDQXe6e2BQzni5cGnriWQzupNA8ZhI7hDCps4xWn9b6RB-u1IsLM1/s1600-h/CIMG4676.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPb5Lx9MSloC3KCy7CBA0Li3kK2j9IuuKoCTkIbuirSC-TtZ5hlnAguoVPbbmWPsRjYSOT_4tq0RFLZibXcPE8oiLfDQXe6e2BQzni5cGnriWQzupNA8ZhI7hDCps4xWn9b6RB-u1IsLM1/s320/CIMG4676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430712541204751874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We got off the ship pretty early Sunday morning, and spent the rest of the day driving around San Diego, exploring for Costco's, Wal-mart's and Target's. It was way fun, but terribly exhausting.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-yRAenyrhNV3cTciaog3jZrbarzBjSOKe1tDWl9VQuADI6JKFwrpXh7BtQVBpOVv8UgIb96BGAtvaWKi52DZaMGYLBKfzMsd-6WcnRIslEXdg3mt18bizrzg4MOTu2VnF8WYfKNPB-u5H/s1600-h/CIMG4679.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-yRAenyrhNV3cTciaog3jZrbarzBjSOKe1tDWl9VQuADI6JKFwrpXh7BtQVBpOVv8UgIb96BGAtvaWKi52DZaMGYLBKfzMsd-6WcnRIslEXdg3mt18bizrzg4MOTu2VnF8WYfKNPB-u5H/s320/CIMG4679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430712533947369026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We got this dolly at Costco for 20 bucks. It greatly aided the unloading of our car.... it's a long walk down the hallway to our apartment when your arms are full. On top you'll note a Little Caesar's pizza box. When we passed it, Brent's eyes lit up like it was Christmas so we bought one.... and the lady told Brent she was looking for a girl to hire part time who can speak a little Spanish! Yeah, I know. It's Little Caesar's. But a job is a job and if nothing else is available, we'll be grateful for a little extra cash. Assuming I even get hired. But anyways.... it was exciting.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A couple (ok, a few) highlights:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Got seated with a group of older people for breakfast one day, and as we left them with their oatmeal (literally) to go on our parasailing adventure, someone said, "Cute couple!" I could have turned around and kissed them, but I refrained.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It took Brent and I about half the glass to decide that the virgin pina coladas we had ordered were anything but.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A skinny, tan, beautiful young woman who sat in the hot tub with us one night said, "Comedy, is like, SO funny." Genius.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A man in the market said, "You must be on your honeymoon. And that must be why you look tired and she looks happy."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Another man in the market was going to give us some sunglasses for 15 down from 18, but then accepted 10 because we were Mormons. Said he'd like to find himself a nice Mormon girlfriend.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our parasail boat driver pointed to Brent's wedding ring, then grabbed a rope, threw it over a pole above his head, and proceeded to act out his own hanging, tying a noose around his neck and making dead faces.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We were waiting for dinner one night, and it was cold, and Brent was hugging me, I was wrapped inside his jacket a little bit. An old man passed, slugged Brent on the shoulder and said, "I didn't see anything, keep going!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-12639775478655057452010-01-08T12:32:00.000-08:002010-01-08T12:40:02.556-08:00I try to be like Grace Kelly....Ok. So I've been to my fair share of bridal showers. And I've teased the bride and rolled my eyes every time she blushed. Get over it. We all know what's going on, what's there to be embarrassed about? <div><br /></div><div>But then today rolled around. </div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight is my night. </div><div><br /></div><div>To blush. </div><div><br /></div><div>To want to hide under a rock and die. </div><div><br /></div><div>Why? </div><div><br /></div><div>Because it's MY bridal shower tonight, and I am the recipient of the embarrassing presents. </div><div><br /></div><div>Even worse, it's the "family" shower. Which means I have my sisters, who will get me something to wear that probably isn't even ok in the bonds of marriage.... and my mother-in-law-to-be.... who will probably get me a card with a picture of the temple on it and... a hymn book? </div><div><br /></div><div>A GRACEful bride-to-be would handle it all with poise and the right amount of humor and gratitude.... I'm afraid I'm going to choke, literally, and asphyxiate.... people will come up to me... poke me with a stick... and say it's a shame I never got to you-know-what.</div><div><br /></div>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-23533351160187438422010-01-01T17:55:00.000-08:002010-01-01T22:05:45.400-08:00I've been waiting for this year to come!!!<div>I just wanted to put a post up cause I think it's cool to have a post on the first day of the new year.<div><br /></div><div>Also. I had my bridal pictures taken today, here's a shot of the bouquet (well, it isn't a great shot of the bouquet, but that blob by my face? That's it). It's so pretty (trust me, it is) and kind of expensive and now, it's like, what do I do with this thing?</div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlQAYrB4IJX84SfHORBM9Ezn-R0uresG1F0Vz-cGiAW_HasraamRY3WJrGmgaEQ9uCzfKD_mcn9LJpkVUzJdiQulQiW79ME14o7vengvaDkYKRvl25U7UDWuGunEHo6xDOv9JEl2_NLTZw/s1600-h/Photo+59.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlQAYrB4IJX84SfHORBM9Ezn-R0uresG1F0Vz-cGiAW_HasraamRY3WJrGmgaEQ9uCzfKD_mcn9LJpkVUzJdiQulQiW79ME14o7vengvaDkYKRvl25U7UDWuGunEHo6xDOv9JEl2_NLTZw/s320/Photo+59.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422019350084084354" /><br /></a><div> <div></div></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div></div><br /></div>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-38703219920579986232009-12-29T09:22:00.000-08:002009-12-29T09:48:35.427-08:00Times and SeasonsLife changes fast.<div><br /></div><div>High school.</div><div>Freshman year. AKA Snow Hall</div><div>Brent leaves. </div><div>Sophomore year. AKA The Colony</div><div>Moab. </div><div>Junior year. AKA 1/2 Year at Stadium Terrace AKA Prison</div><div>Spain.</div><div>Summer from "Dating H-E- double hockey sticks"</div><div>Dating, Engagement.</div><div>Christmas.</div><div><br /></div><div>Each of these seasons in my life had highs and lows. Regrettably, I succumbed to the lows more than I should have. If I could have kept my head up, and endured it well, I would've realized that whatever situation I was in, it wouldn't last long, it would somehow shift, and soon, and I should just make the best of it. Some things went according to plan and some didn't. But I love where it's taken me. Lesson learned. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is the foreseeable plan. The times and seasons coming up in the near to immediate future. Let's see if I REALLY learned my lesson.</div><div><br /></div><div>New Year.</div><div>Marriage.</div><div>California.</div><div>Back to Utah.</div><div><br /></div><div>p.s.</div><div>Ha ha ha ha, I'm totally not eavesdropping but let me tell you a funny sentence I just heard, "I'd rather be married as many times as I've been married, than be single as long as you've been single." Funny though it is, I'm inclined to disagree with the sentiment. </div><div><br /></div>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-62972320145468636862009-12-08T08:48:00.001-08:002009-12-08T08:52:08.876-08:00Santa Run, '09<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fvU43sbIQopgpiCFhvH9ZKkn8L3msefwEchRMI2uKiAXNl8MdseN8pHJS3SU_so-RJmy7nnRygeCpiVzzxysog5fNG4K_J_KTJsJu_cZgwS_xVUdA9W0uEPfCNFr2l6iQ0L5eh4e6jNy/s1600-h/DSCF1548.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fvU43sbIQopgpiCFhvH9ZKkn8L3msefwEchRMI2uKiAXNl8MdseN8pHJS3SU_so-RJmy7nnRygeCpiVzzxysog5fNG4K_J_KTJsJu_cZgwS_xVUdA9W0uEPfCNFr2l6iQ0L5eh4e6jNy/s320/DSCF1548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412909095016116402" /></a><br />Ok. So I hate to post something recent when there are so many cool stories from the in-between that I have yet to post, but I actually have this pic on my computer, whereas I am still waiting for some other ones. <div><br /></div><div>Brent James had to work, poor fellow.</div><div><br /></div><div>Charley finished her first ever 5k, and thus is the jolliest winner of the day.</div><div><br /></div><div>You may observe Mark's leg in the left portion of the photo.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I, I hoisted my belly as a bowl full of jelly around downtown Provo for 58 minutes last Saturday morning. Don't tell ME there's no Santa. I saw 200 of 'em!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-77953066907031668192009-11-25T10:08:00.001-08:002009-11-25T10:24:28.134-08:003rd post of the day, this one by popular request ;)<div style="text-align: center;">Click on pictures to enlarge</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwpva7ZfGmiymlfN3JNbNA2J3uBUyEYAmhjn9m4OFh05v3rVg7HN_XtOIWVuqQWC7QZCpl_U-OsHdv5Hg4bO0akVx0kFXX0npEzV96sZv4jnKR20XCEsj_mS-Kj3hQfop7CdxTztsayLS/s1600/CIMG4385.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwpva7ZfGmiymlfN3JNbNA2J3uBUyEYAmhjn9m4OFh05v3rVg7HN_XtOIWVuqQWC7QZCpl_U-OsHdv5Hg4bO0akVx0kFXX0npEzV96sZv4jnKR20XCEsj_mS-Kj3hQfop7CdxTztsayLS/s320/CIMG4385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408106244599498690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We're here! </div><div style="text-align: center;">The CALIFORNIA letters were all peppermint-striped for Christmas, </div><div style="text-align: center;">way cute.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7luSI-f2sy4bd1-DYvR5PYGrUg2lWZkhFfiGw5nrW7BTXozPlOM9vZlp5qm2tFuO6q9NepnMgOy3RCaN7uCGlQKQaAl9hF1xuNads0mljOgmw-Ntwnpscp27qnS4WE2icD6vXvoJNbYsQ/s1600/CIMG4384.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7luSI-f2sy4bd1-DYvR5PYGrUg2lWZkhFfiGw5nrW7BTXozPlOM9vZlp5qm2tFuO6q9NepnMgOy3RCaN7uCGlQKQaAl9hF1xuNads0mljOgmw-Ntwnpscp27qnS4WE2icD6vXvoJNbYsQ/s320/CIMG4384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408106231286947618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">'Ze boyz</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5MfMsZz_2uQtRlzk0AeWxbSzMTFvpiKeIQMS8ZqZPVZj43I9DhqhpqkTxrgTcSdi4q6TJVxvgCHcPHjd__FY1CHwS1jQu3LoOxB4Q9-dHHIK6WnHurK8Lsnz066724j8jRN2t1mTC4obA/s1600/SDC17796.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5MfMsZz_2uQtRlzk0AeWxbSzMTFvpiKeIQMS8ZqZPVZj43I9DhqhpqkTxrgTcSdi4q6TJVxvgCHcPHjd__FY1CHwS1jQu3LoOxB4Q9-dHHIK6WnHurK8Lsnz066724j8jRN2t1mTC4obA/s320/SDC17796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408106219602888818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We were all glad Brent brought his Camelbak, </div><div style="text-align: center;">except for when he drank it so much he had to go potty all the time!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4X7KwSjiJVhdw97TS_sXQuiC7cg3pxk7V_jnODwR7wNEKr_3_ug8yaVkLpTqfsQi_hmsJOEz1Ao12PSr7cf_TJV3AQaxkEHuXJOQYhdB_VPaWQNIN7fhCpBGCz9YocqFeGb7gInIoZNwd/s1600/SDC17805.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4X7KwSjiJVhdw97TS_sXQuiC7cg3pxk7V_jnODwR7wNEKr_3_ug8yaVkLpTqfsQi_hmsJOEz1Ao12PSr7cf_TJV3AQaxkEHuXJOQYhdB_VPaWQNIN7fhCpBGCz9YocqFeGb7gInIoZNwd/s320/SDC17805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408106217466821906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here's the story:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mark - Jen, I PROMISE, the front is the driest spot you can be.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jen - You swear?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mark - Would I lie? (he he he)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQZLOPeaC5aNTshRMbm8AIvS4_Ih1CRlHnWhuritPOgEJe1XOp4rFmC6wStk9Zf2PoNnfz7rn3GcXXSDxjWXAHGQRf49Tu9XAcWi93k0vvN7C0FkZc-ftmF54CPdXj5ELzM1jPjTOWlvHz/s1600/SDC17814.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQZLOPeaC5aNTshRMbm8AIvS4_Ih1CRlHnWhuritPOgEJe1XOp4rFmC6wStk9Zf2PoNnfz7rn3GcXXSDxjWXAHGQRf49Tu9XAcWi93k0vvN7C0FkZc-ftmF54CPdXj5ELzM1jPjTOWlvHz/s320/SDC17814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408105543684201730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Rockin' the 3D glasses</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZ9-cakaeK08YGvyR-pcjuz4JTzNE65Vu6OHTeXmjtiP_AuI8jRZ-G0kdV9w6lsj4-oSkSFucka__a4KXZ2cIczKY8hi8Xmj6V4YcSEbaInFl1GhKZgBZfGI3UoLMyK9y3fC5b3YUK615/s1600/SDC17825.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZ9-cakaeK08YGvyR-pcjuz4JTzNE65Vu6OHTeXmjtiP_AuI8jRZ-G0kdV9w6lsj4-oSkSFucka__a4KXZ2cIczKY8hi8Xmj6V4YcSEbaInFl1GhKZgBZfGI3UoLMyK9y3fC5b3YUK615/s320/SDC17825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408105534317917074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Major red eye. </div><div style="text-align: center;">A sign that we should definitely NOT be going on this ride. </div><div style="text-align: center;">They don't call it Tower of Terror for nothin!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8605rYof8p8vzGPnTVAZhnAky3b0s3-XRn4lBrDFnZvcXS5peAfnZUHFLi48d2Zekv_TCvHVAUWw6dfXbSAKY0XEpXOQsFle1kIVzgryf0xhtBLNpm-KksYi9OcuoLR8X3sm7MhUoA0EB/s1600/SDC17833.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8605rYof8p8vzGPnTVAZhnAky3b0s3-XRn4lBrDFnZvcXS5peAfnZUHFLi48d2Zekv_TCvHVAUWw6dfXbSAKY0XEpXOQsFle1kIVzgryf0xhtBLNpm-KksYi9OcuoLR8X3sm7MhUoA0EB/s320/SDC17833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408105529737504290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Space Mountain, I believe. Always a crowd-pleaser.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih5ozUEaTX4vxZEBAooKvSTXj9RBe5kjSM1EIHIHVvbIOWxzkJEtfLMNHfsGoptXz7Xb1YK-37zYvIqWl_D9eGKv_iKqZL7vd54loJ_QPjkakXENkYzfxV5yJstCjlu5bwsI7jygAhAXp4/s1600/SDC17839.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih5ozUEaTX4vxZEBAooKvSTXj9RBe5kjSM1EIHIHVvbIOWxzkJEtfLMNHfsGoptXz7Xb1YK-37zYvIqWl_D9eGKv_iKqZL7vd54loJ_QPjkakXENkYzfxV5yJstCjlu5bwsI7jygAhAXp4/s320/SDC17839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408105516457137906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tradition: </div><div style="text-align: center;">On the last day in the parks, </div><div style="text-align: center;">when it's dark and cold and no one is in line, </div><div style="text-align: center;">ride Splash Mountain over and over and over again just before you leave.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoproBCs8JY51Cpr-RrjJ92nrmkIEqij2Fq7HPrZl_WklppJ5DSQ8bXN4js8RTIhdttqsJFSg6njXVeeKngDF1NiMpVwPwv7ebKCuEAjh8DnAkuOsh77yHJ4kSwH0IMIy8blG6L9sxLyaE/s1600/CIMG4386.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoproBCs8JY51Cpr-RrjJ92nrmkIEqij2Fq7HPrZl_WklppJ5DSQ8bXN4js8RTIhdttqsJFSg6njXVeeKngDF1NiMpVwPwv7ebKCuEAjh8DnAkuOsh77yHJ4kSwH0IMIy8blG6L9sxLyaE/s320/CIMG4386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408105513684293858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">As Brent would say, "This is an incredible photo."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-17523780182479836352009-11-25T09:59:00.000-08:002009-11-25T10:07:53.662-08:00Universal Studios, Hollywood!<div style="text-align: center;">Click on the pictures to enlarge</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhegzv9V7Zv0gw64-ZrTWSgSWq5ciTtQItzmfscK06kq_KYj4iXGUoxQkk7_5jxN6hAK2I4WBDUOykVxuAEWQLltjeR3lmuTloawL11PVcGJGGv_sp8PeU10rYyGmpObPKyZb1KMwE-BXtB/s1600/SDC17853.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhegzv9V7Zv0gw64-ZrTWSgSWq5ciTtQItzmfscK06kq_KYj4iXGUoxQkk7_5jxN6hAK2I4WBDUOykVxuAEWQLltjeR3lmuTloawL11PVcGJGGv_sp8PeU10rYyGmpObPKyZb1KMwE-BXtB/s320/SDC17853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408103233443035778" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The lovable Homer J Simpson (one of the best moments of my life here...)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Qb5mbdsOozGHGyPf-qVPDqtk6qud4LBxrM-_XzyxnFvbUFHIJZrnAUqBsM9wK1qkSgzfvn5Xf6WuZxLMx9qg82-RjGD6IMLqds8ke4iilpm1d3H_qO2pudss29kP7NVyLILsfaRi5Ony/s1600/SDC17862.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Qb5mbdsOozGHGyPf-qVPDqtk6qud4LBxrM-_XzyxnFvbUFHIJZrnAUqBsM9wK1qkSgzfvn5Xf6WuZxLMx9qg82-RjGD6IMLqds8ke4iilpm1d3H_qO2pudss29kP7NVyLILsfaRi5Ony/s320/SDC17862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408103223176747730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">You may be able to tell from my face, I'm a little confused as to why a picture is being taken at this moment in time. However, when Jen showed us the amazing, blue, purple, AND bright orange background, this instantly became my favorite picture of the trip.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjecCw99Q-kkGbk0g9Xt_FKiwD4PyTa8RQoGau3hDb5QWucBLXbF7qWnLU9r7K4LJKCwum3oxx2ZTSrkCzplEzPcr3bh4TfLyzxm_DQaLHlIlbbQLJI9KUwFs6FVqA2kojv6tO5xrsXd8R/s1600/SDC17869.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjecCw99Q-kkGbk0g9Xt_FKiwD4PyTa8RQoGau3hDb5QWucBLXbF7qWnLU9r7K4LJKCwum3oxx2ZTSrkCzplEzPcr3bh4TfLyzxm_DQaLHlIlbbQLJI9KUwFs6FVqA2kojv6tO5xrsXd8R/s320/SDC17869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408103213819371522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Whispering sweet little nothings into his ear in Spanish. Actually, when he said, "Hablas Espanol?" She actually looked confused. I don't know how it's possible for a costume to look confused, but it was clear the character inside the suit did NOT habla.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx96Fwk4yYyXN6Ttk1InkSaJTqnKzP6V4LeYRKr7aUxoIDu34bZ9FotAoyoBxCVmYAG7tuFgqIobKmrAiEx0u7_vXxMNIzw8M5uL_88N11136T5MD1NsTR6G4IsHBRg1OT4J4PgChcV9YF/s1600/SDC17871.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx96Fwk4yYyXN6Ttk1InkSaJTqnKzP6V4LeYRKr7aUxoIDu34bZ9FotAoyoBxCVmYAG7tuFgqIobKmrAiEx0u7_vXxMNIzw8M5uL_88N11136T5MD1NsTR6G4IsHBRg1OT4J4PgChcV9YF/s320/SDC17871.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408103207978295058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Muah!</div></div>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-59513127047260075982009-11-25T09:23:00.000-08:002009-11-25T09:49:51.984-08:00Something to be grateful for<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqBWAP3OlMtV-mJfHyNXNnu3QpzrzMAMzcJb_vUQw-wsLbWUf_Mfe3_bT8w6vmW4CPIaXhe8ZqLqjGR15VaC0lE2i3I4tbgBIi3zEX9RE6h1W8nzUB5cw7uqgn4BFSPnITHTG7X7S6ob2/s1600/CIMG3927.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqBWAP3OlMtV-mJfHyNXNnu3QpzrzMAMzcJb_vUQw-wsLbWUf_Mfe3_bT8w6vmW4CPIaXhe8ZqLqjGR15VaC0lE2i3I4tbgBIi3zEX9RE6h1W8nzUB5cw7uqgn4BFSPnITHTG7X7S6ob2/s320/CIMG3927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408096300779595250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Charley...</div><div style="text-align: center;">If only there were more of her to go around.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Born in 1963</div><div style="text-align: center;">A true California girl</div><div style="text-align: center;">Married and sealed to Tim Dawson on December 19, 1981</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bachelor's from UVU, Master's from BYU</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mother of Wendy, Shauna, Sandra, and Mark</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hobbies include: </div><div style="text-align: center;">Social working it up in Pleasant Grove, Utah</div><div style="text-align: center;">Spending time with loved ones</div><div style="text-align: center;">Traveling whenever possible</div><div style="text-align: center;">Being awesome</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She's an excellent maker of Nanaimo bars, </div><div style="text-align: center;">each year she recruits her daughters to help </div><div style="text-align: center;">because she has so many requests </div><div style="text-align: center;">she ends up making over twenty batches, </div><div style="text-align: center;">and if you don't know what they are, </div><div style="text-align: center;">go discover them and make your life a happier place.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A mother to more than her own children, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Charley is willing to expend comfort, advice, and food to almost anyone.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She has a distinguished laugh that makes you smile,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and she loves riding in her convertible with the top down.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now I just realized, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know if this sounds more like a eulogy, personal ad, or mini-bio,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but the point is, this Thanksgiving, among my many other blessings,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm grateful for Charley.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-46331680934556439872009-10-28T22:05:00.000-07:002009-10-28T22:06:41.840-07:00Ready for Round 2?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4qvgYh3osDkKfGpuqP6YtRvdJB7Alt7AEfHNrMsdQB_hJaeS1RihtDbzlPcUavgwRf3z9VOvDXCnMLF4aMVRveTO64RHMmkn84x-8m-mJixBaOpDCW2QH6mFYwKNKvSKH3OgefRlhlisR/s1600-h/CIMG2696.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4qvgYh3osDkKfGpuqP6YtRvdJB7Alt7AEfHNrMsdQB_hJaeS1RihtDbzlPcUavgwRf3z9VOvDXCnMLF4aMVRveTO64RHMmkn84x-8m-mJixBaOpDCW2QH6mFYwKNKvSKH3OgefRlhlisR/s320/CIMG2696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397883927923653330" /></a>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-65215383751996814622009-10-21T15:42:00.000-07:002009-10-21T15:46:34.173-07:00Volleyball UpdateK, guys, we're up to 11 team members on the roster! Sweet! I know it seems like a ton but it'll be nice on days when not everyone can show up. If we do have 11 people every time, we'll just take turns, it'll be a blast.<div><br /></div><div>Cort, if your guy friend wants on, I need his Net ID. </div><div><br /></div><div>First game is THIS Friday, 6:15. Come a little early and maybe we can do some warm-ups and make sure everything is good to go. If anyone is serious enough to want to do extra practice, let me know and we'll see how many people are interested. </div><div><br /></div><div>Jessica, you and Marie can join if you'd like! But I do think we need to get together one way or another!</div><div><br /></div><div>Questions? Comments?</div>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-24609818748957502082009-10-18T12:04:00.001-07:002009-10-21T15:42:33.665-07:00Cheeky Canadians ReloadedTeam 148 In Coed Volleyball: Lower Division<div><br /></div><div>Schedule:</div><div>Friday, 10-23, 615 PM, 138 Court A</div><div>Thursday, 10-29, 915 PM, 144 Court A</div><div>Wednesday, 11-4, 815 PM, 144 Court B</div><div>Tuesday, 11-10, 815 PM, 144 Court C</div><div>Saturday, 11-14, 915 AM, 144 Court A</div><div><br /></div><div>Current Roster (Please notify me if you should or should not be on here) :</div><div>Jordan and Mandee Brame (Confirmed)</div><div>Eric and Courtney Bready (Confirmed)<br /></div><div>Trevor and Katie Olsen (Confirmed)</div><div>Becky Bunnell (Confirmed)</div><div>Cort Wright (Confirmed)</div><div>Garrett? Last Name?</div><div>Sandra Dawson (Confirmed)</div><div>Rebecca Weiler (Confirmed)</div><div>Laura Wilde (Confirmed)</div><div><br /></div><div>To get confirmed on the official roster, I need your BYU ID or NET ID. </div><div>By Thursday, please. </div><div>And $3. (BYU fee, not mine)</div><div><br /></div><div>Are you ready for this?!</div>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-17797525087354150312009-10-15T10:32:00.001-07:002009-10-18T22:55:47.151-07:00Homer - You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is 'never try'.<div>The title of this post has nothing to do with the actual post, I just put it up cause Homer's great.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I've been delaying posting anything new because I've lost my camera and it has some pictures of a pretty big event I want to share with you. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yes. </div><div><br /></div><div>My room. <div><br /></div><div>Few are the friends who were lucky enough ever to experience the now-deceased "70's Room" I lived in at my mom's house. Looking at the floor was like looking into the sun; red, orange, and yellow, long shaggy carpet gazed back up at you with joy. It was impossible to know how much life was supported within the shag, but it's all gone now. The walls were a dark brown arrangement of authentic wood paneling. This too, is now a thing of the past. At the beginning of the school year, I decided I needed a better "study" environment. Where did I go? Home Depot! Two weeks, two coats and two new Ikea lamps later, the room was reborn. It's beautiful. It's amateur, but it's my new home, and I love it. Pictures to follow.</div><div><br /></div></div>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-78763114395411817732009-09-28T22:23:00.000-07:002009-09-28T22:27:52.974-07:00My New Love<div>I love Photo Booth. I do. What a cure for boredom.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQfCromFOfgqPA3tvGB0XnQ9vLG1f3okVW3spuy0bwwYt8DUriDndy83iyllxmaaRhZJkHjE6GHXi6XhzjnUCFVprYCh3OrDnita22lZDDKS5ip2QgLOdy4lKrXwljt_w5s6aSSe0tvD3/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQfCromFOfgqPA3tvGB0XnQ9vLG1f3okVW3spuy0bwwYt8DUriDndy83iyllxmaaRhZJkHjE6GHXi6XhzjnUCFVprYCh3OrDnita22lZDDKS5ip2QgLOdy4lKrXwljt_w5s6aSSe0tvD3/s320/Photo+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386756570475591122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5I4jx8sYdXmBDvYDzTvIgv695ZbrpD1O2hTnr0jSkeqczGeTa4PjcVR0MZILRA_VTvSnbZRG_YuYaR5L9t1XvrXOwH_7PuR14RhVgeM_Vn4z_V0Bm5sG8lOZ1m7p18736ninOiqcN1VYU/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5I4jx8sYdXmBDvYDzTvIgv695ZbrpD1O2hTnr0jSkeqczGeTa4PjcVR0MZILRA_VTvSnbZRG_YuYaR5L9t1XvrXOwH_7PuR14RhVgeM_Vn4z_V0Bm5sG8lOZ1m7p18736ninOiqcN1VYU/s320/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386756563087901010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWongIaS9cWwuToHqBvwakNTwk2P2UA-5VfZvBmRNwaWRny1WY5SSDbMtc3ykjqPQUcBEa3RrXVvHA7g163DX4vTsh7JZVHrO8ih6vL9OZiJ64DlMTCqvZ20Q0zaaUyagKFIEUPBu6F6yM/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWongIaS9cWwuToHqBvwakNTwk2P2UA-5VfZvBmRNwaWRny1WY5SSDbMtc3ykjqPQUcBEa3RrXVvHA7g163DX4vTsh7JZVHrO8ih6vL9OZiJ64DlMTCqvZ20Q0zaaUyagKFIEUPBu6F6yM/s320/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386756550425070418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7gUPHZSO1oTDAcnscHqlrZcMUvm1b2JwJ2AfETKtjk1FfX0QSw2mRvCly_HcwCzQuUBbOcxuWIPbv3AwlHDNHyqwjVsEsyiG7K6Femot4x1FTHqc5cs8LRlKEHcto0vBDXuOBdZmsJj2T/s1600-h/Photo+11.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7gUPHZSO1oTDAcnscHqlrZcMUvm1b2JwJ2AfETKtjk1FfX0QSw2mRvCly_HcwCzQuUBbOcxuWIPbv3AwlHDNHyqwjVsEsyiG7K6Femot4x1FTHqc5cs8LRlKEHcto0vBDXuOBdZmsJj2T/s320/Photo+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386756541589685634" /></a><div><br /></div>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-26473526643534257502009-09-06T20:56:00.001-07:002009-09-06T21:12:40.331-07:00bAck to the MAC!from - Moab.<br /><br />it's labor day weekend and this city is hoppin. long hours and free food have never made a better team. strawberry banana bolthouse has never been so refreshing. the sunset safari has never had better company. (except for maybe rog-a-roni, who came last year...and is now 4, woo hoo)<br />(Translation: Life is good.)<br /><br />take a step back. cougars. B-y-u, b-Y-u, b-y-U! Ra ra, ra-ra-ra, Ra ra, ra-ra-ra! gooooOOOOO COUGARS!!! Better luck next time, Sooners. (Translation: No. 20 BYU upsets No. 3 Oklahoma in a brand new stadium, 14-13, the fans watched live, Jacobson is back, and it's gonna be a good season.)<br /><br />take a step back. Killers. Ingrid Michaelson. Family. Isn't it about time? (Translation: I have been to two concerts. The Wiggles. The Fray. It's been two years. I'm going to two more concerts in two months. Killers with bro and bro-in-law. Ingrid with sis and sis. We shall party like the stars of rock.)<br /><br />take a step back. Volleyball. ACSM Cert. Springboard Diving. Swimming. Marriage/Family Prep. NASM Cert. Personal Finance. Scuba diving. (Translation: Senior year at BYU is looking good.) <br /><br />*I truly enjoy reading all your blogs. If I don't have yours posted on the right hand side of mine, tell me your url so I can add it. I promise to add pictures one day and think of something witty or intelligent to share instead of just these random journal-y posts.....ciaoBullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-15258941737129989592009-08-04T10:15:00.000-07:002009-08-04T10:36:06.077-07:00My life on August 3rd.I discovered this song on a bike ride a few days ago. I thought, "Man! Who would WANT to be with someone after listening to this song?" As you'll hear for yourselves if you care to listen, "Ooh, it, feels good to be free!" is pretty catchy. <div><br /></div><div>Turns out, however, most people don't like breaking up. At least we have this song.</div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzFO4a1lfc0Ff25r-E0bot_g0LxqDXcB37_3KqHCHFhOafrflx0aVgrgBVkhe1Sf-lhAqZJzWKcHjvEJcLZsg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-73056226741283846872009-07-29T23:02:00.001-07:002009-07-29T23:04:54.695-07:00Sad, but true. Or is it funny, AND true?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZjYEBURoJgg3tM_m_xGpK3RUo3V_GA9WsiRAGtxRHHBhiDsWOGQvkrgGNLAdx5lxgnbJ7X6fZ3rhBdCjNa8iosZgwq8X7laetWVuYv6kwz8NAMd5Na3xZoyQnc5jyIqboiOT-shh6xOh/s1600-h/Slinky.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZjYEBURoJgg3tM_m_xGpK3RUo3V_GA9WsiRAGtxRHHBhiDsWOGQvkrgGNLAdx5lxgnbJ7X6fZ3rhBdCjNa8iosZgwq8X7laetWVuYv6kwz8NAMd5Na3xZoyQnc5jyIqboiOT-shh6xOh/s320/Slinky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364130175354772114" /></a>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-51897970667621914352009-07-28T00:12:00.001-07:002009-07-28T00:26:25.977-07:00First TimeI don't usually do this, but today, the blog = journal. Not some wacky post trying to be clever and analyze a little part of life, not a snapshot of some wild adventure, not a complaint, not an opinion poll, a journal.<div><br /></div><div>This is how most of my journal entries run - </div><div><br /></div><div>Mon July 27, 2009</div><div>Was going to go to work, but slept in. (big surprise....) Mom upset I didn't ask to borrow truck. </div><div>Took Brent to orthopedist, has to get surgery. Tomorrow. Lazy rest of day, sock shopping in the mall and chicken enchiladas. Life is good. - Sandra Dawson P-J-S-</div><div><br /></div><div>The PJS has been going on for a couple years now, it's an idea I stole from seminary and started using when I wanted to make sure I wouldn't miss a day of scripture reading. P is for prayer, J is for journal, and S is for scripture, and I try to mark these every day. Confession: I almost always mark off the P (95% of the time) but I don't almost always pray (closer to 70%). I don't know why. I'm embarrassed to admit, even to myself, that I forget or am too lazy to say my prayers. </div><div><br /></div><div>I can say, though, that in the past 25 months, I have only missed one day of opening my Book of Mormon, and that day I was pretty darn sick, I fell asleep before I could even think about it. My dad's stake president once challenged the stake to read in the Book of Mormon every day for the rest of their lives, even if just a verse. My dad missed 3 days in the first 18 months, another day in the year after that, and then, to the best of my knowledge, hasn't missed since.</div><div><br /></div><div>In Spain, there was Faustino. And he has one of the most fervent testimonies of journaling (two l's?) I've ever felt. "This is your STORY," he would say, "this is your HISTORY!" What does it mean if the days go by and we forget them; if we don't record the experiences, what will we learn? Your life is interesting, your life is important, and no one knows the events, feelings, ponderings and musings of your life like you do. Write it down, if for no one's benefit but yourself. (yourselves?)</div><div><br /></div>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-21920387420990783262009-07-25T14:11:00.000-07:002009-07-25T14:47:01.512-07:00Opinion Poll<div>Is this country? (The song, not the windmill, I couldn't figure out how to just do the music, so I made a video. No, nothing interesting happens, it really is just that windmill the whole time.)</div><div><div><br /></div><div>Yes: 1.</div><div>No: 1.</div><div><br /></div><div>Looking for a tiebreaker here.</div><div> </div><div><br /></div></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzryAwmjVGk-HfaZBtz72iOUEPGD7TLMlmLiENLUTmNBSlmIE7Fy-SFNogd6qJwuVgirxNoOlMm9zfLSQzFug' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-17999161582829778182009-06-28T00:15:00.000-07:002009-06-28T00:21:21.275-07:00These are a few of my least favorite things....I'm too lazy to put a picture up, and I have faith in y'all that you won't need a visual.<br /><br />Mosquitoes.<br /><br />Hate them.<br /><br />What's their purpose?<br /><br />It's 1:20 am. I have to shower before I go to bed. I have to get up by 7:30 and make myself look nice. But here I am, blogging, because I am so upset at the bloodsucking bugs.<br /><br />Now, if you'll please excuse me, I'm going to put my fingers to use doing something far more helpful than typing.Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-9816660924574147922009-06-18T11:00:00.000-07:002009-06-18T11:17:38.789-07:00Tradition...kind of<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxHQd7OAOQ1vopFC6s4zssm3Q_YhDgoqceEeZwlaV4f8LKSXwEILEcBwVR68nPt7RpBI4Jgptw3a3YG75prYb36uwvukbtkc4-KcIpMYSatK3c2d1jXRL6h5Mdoz4tDIDk85JAISNS0f7/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxHQd7OAOQ1vopFC6s4zssm3Q_YhDgoqceEeZwlaV4f8LKSXwEILEcBwVR68nPt7RpBI4Jgptw3a3YG75prYb36uwvukbtkc4-KcIpMYSatK3c2d1jXRL6h5Mdoz4tDIDk85JAISNS0f7/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348732900176839650" border="0" /></a><br />I have this friend I do this thing with.<br /><br />Friend: Rebecca<br />Thing: Go to Utah temples<br /><br />We are the differentest samest people I know.<br /><br />We're both hilarious, for one.<br />We're proud fans of Cougars, scooters, and missionaries.<br />We're Utah girls. We raft, we hike, we camp, we fish.<br />We like swiss chicken. (That doesn't even count, everyone likes swiss chicken)<br /><br />She's blond, I'm brown.<br />She's focused, I'm scatterbrained.<br />She's logical, I'm emotional.<br /><br />Ha ha, blond, focused and logical, she's out of the ordinary.<br /><br />And although I'm eating a Rebecca food at the moment, carrot sticks, I'm planning on devouring a Sandra food in a couple minutes, white chocolate chip macadamia nut cookies. Freakin yum.<br /><br />Anywho, we both believe in documentation. Hence, this blog post. I hereby document the June 3rd visit of Sandra and Rebecca to the Oquirrh Mountain Utah Temple open house, in which said persons skipped the orientation video, oo'ed and aw'ed at the pretty-ness inside the temple, and then enjoyed cookies and water in a nearby "tent" that could double as a prom or wedding or bar mitzvah location.<br /><br />I'm not sure I spelled macadamia or bar mitzvah correctly, and although Rebecca might be the kind of person to look that up before publishing, I am Sandra.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-mi-I83UE3cQPacdjdE6-GU7Od5XVl1J-TJvYaJHg8gAzlumpzVcwJo3WSMzxNLkqRFkHKuJ3GY7JF4DiTpoHCL8ysdq_epPHynIM08myIvebYaVrHMlm9zY-RLAqQngsFbRkTPdKtQ6/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-mi-I83UE3cQPacdjdE6-GU7Od5XVl1J-TJvYaJHg8gAzlumpzVcwJo3WSMzxNLkqRFkHKuJ3GY7JF4DiTpoHCL8ysdq_epPHynIM08myIvebYaVrHMlm9zY-RLAqQngsFbRkTPdKtQ6/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348732771810404274" border="0" /></a>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254646308843729240.post-22687088386984092232009-05-13T07:40:00.000-07:002009-05-13T08:05:12.527-07:00Kauai<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniTsq3IU6DBCTQE7D51_dBXAZwUC9IUFT0tfvLFF-1avaWb1n_gl3UwbLQ6gMnfnkleORmj2J-ViXk3W360sLrRzQB3M2dKTSOK1OFfa2be768WhfcZTAT4QyyDPKNG7PWN0UN-c_7V0x/s1600-h/Shauna+Pictures+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335320267873910850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniTsq3IU6DBCTQE7D51_dBXAZwUC9IUFT0tfvLFF-1avaWb1n_gl3UwbLQ6gMnfnkleORmj2J-ViXk3W360sLrRzQB3M2dKTSOK1OFfa2be768WhfcZTAT4QyyDPKNG7PWN0UN-c_7V0x/s320/Shauna+Pictures+017.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Myself and Shauna, exploring along on oceanside trail </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_3QNjn8lKxVsZgPi60pZ0XplC0WHWWNwrLHYgDWjbsbcxOrLWOoeQ3ilQAS0HWRk2sZivlUZ_KeOqu9DPuEA7NtgRQRlxyDzSVYGn_Kfa7aFoxaE4mtqrHTyB02IrnqIPmfwg3TlB4YEW/s1600-h/Shauna+Pictures+152.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335320183382169330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_3QNjn8lKxVsZgPi60pZ0XplC0WHWWNwrLHYgDWjbsbcxOrLWOoeQ3ilQAS0HWRk2sZivlUZ_KeOqu9DPuEA7NtgRQRlxyDzSVYGn_Kfa7aFoxaE4mtqrHTyB02IrnqIPmfwg3TlB4YEW/s320/Shauna+Pictures+152.jpg" border="0" /></a> Nothing says family vacation like piling into the back of a minivan </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivrJ3bdp1oSav_ZPcdz-tF7INnar4mO9vIYad56-qzasN_7c41v0Lf1cIJMmQefj87XlIvuBD8VDqa1xTnPo9bz0y5BcsOvW1ew5Qny5euq_2anqZEu2sbHasxCF1EqW4ZxNDLBBqtC0UR/s1600-h/Shauna+Pictures+109.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335319551890710754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivrJ3bdp1oSav_ZPcdz-tF7INnar4mO9vIYad56-qzasN_7c41v0Lf1cIJMmQefj87XlIvuBD8VDqa1xTnPo9bz0y5BcsOvW1ew5Qny5euq_2anqZEu2sbHasxCF1EqW4ZxNDLBBqtC0UR/s320/Shauna+Pictures+109.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here I am trying my hand at deep sea fishing.<br />I can't believe I had time to stop and pose for this picture, you know, between the four hour boat ride and not catching a single thing.....I was pretty busy.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMeYxFSRH1pe9aeOopl_oPUw2ndNtvtWhIlocHvk9R-4yrU01mtRNEE915qqQuZSN3xYoP1nEZaoS01cGfgfhsXgod1YrMsUJaAJpoUNYNhGUZkuxi3nbTdC3SL4WXMV4p1cum4j_Vzhg_/s1600-h/Shauna+Pictures+123.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335319414855458594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMeYxFSRH1pe9aeOopl_oPUw2ndNtvtWhIlocHvk9R-4yrU01mtRNEE915qqQuZSN3xYoP1nEZaoS01cGfgfhsXgod1YrMsUJaAJpoUNYNhGUZkuxi3nbTdC3SL4WXMV4p1cum4j_Vzhg_/s320/Shauna+Pictures+123.jpg" border="0" /></a>"The Bat"<br />In case we caught something that I couldn't beat to death with my own two hands.<br /><br /><br /><br />The trip consisted of:<br /><br />-Late night visits to the hotel fitness center<br />-Early mornings with a way too energetic Shauna<br />-Reading "Angels and Demons" by Dan Brown to get caught up </div><div align="center">before the movie comes out<br />-Making purchases at Costco of course, </div><div align="center">including the ultimate Costco dog. The hot dog.<br />-Teriyaki pineapple burgers and coconut shrimp<br />-Aloe vera lotion and lots of it<br />-Snorkeling, snorkeling and more snorkeling<br />-Kayaking<br />-Hiking<br />-Walking under waterfalls<br />-Jumping off of solid ground, swinging on a rope</div><div align="center"> and plunging into the water<br />-Cruising around the Na Pali coast on the Zodiac with Captain Joe<br />-Taking pictures<br />-Long plane rides<br /><br /><br />That's about it....until next time.<br /></div>Bullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01665503160826372284noreply@blogger.com5