<?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-34643235</id><updated>2011-12-21T15:08:00.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of Katie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-7109187721274892705</id><published>2009-06-15T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:47:45.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>Max is going to be an older brother...a lot earlier than planned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-7109187721274892705?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/7109187721274892705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=7109187721274892705' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/7109187721274892705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/7109187721274892705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2009/06/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-4304218378507428735</id><published>2009-02-24T18:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:32:48.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures from Max's blessing, we blessed him on Dec. 28, so it's a pretty late post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SaSrddH5h-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/eYNAI_ULPE8/s1600-h/family+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306554783471601634" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SaSrddH5h-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/eYNAI_ULPE8/s320/family+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the whole fam...Just in case you don't know who they are here you go...from left to right!&lt;br /&gt;back row...Brian - hubby, Lance - brother, Blake - brother, Leah - sister&lt;br /&gt;4th row...Me, Katie - sister in law, Becca - sister in law, Carlos - brother in law&lt;br /&gt;3rd row...Dad (not my grandpa) Mom&lt;br /&gt;2nd row...Madox (his friends call him Max), Talmage - (Leah's), Nixon - (Leah's)&lt;br /&gt;1st row...Jones (Lance's), Atticus (Lance's) and Hunter (Blake's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SaSrdJyO34I/AAAAAAAAAHM/aApZFyLqrx0/s1600-h/family+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306554778280451970" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SaSrdJyO34I/AAAAAAAAAHM/aApZFyLqrx0/s320/family+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SaSrdLzB-MI/AAAAAAAAAHE/KG3I48HAoAg/s1600-h/dad+and+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306554778820671682" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SaSrdLzB-MI/AAAAAAAAAHE/KG3I48HAoAg/s320/dad+and+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love all of my cute nephews...Can you believe we have a whole basketball team plus a sub...too bad only Hunter and Max are going to be tall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to finally have girls in the family...Katie and Becca are both pregnant with girls!! Can't wait to meet Penelope and Kyah!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there is really not much going on. Max is growing like a weed! He's been sick since last Thursday, so I finally took him in on Sunday to the Instacare and he weighs 16 lbs. LOVE IT! On the sad side, he has RSV and so we have to go to the hospital twice a day and get him suctioned and have breathing treaments...latest news is he might have to be admitted if we can't get his dehydration under control, so please keep him in your prayers...it's so sad to see him sick. I hate it. Oh, and another crappy thing, Brian is out of town for work, he's plumbing a church in Torrey Utah, anyone know where that is??? Didn't think so. Sorry no more pictures, we still don't have the internet, so I never have time to post when I'm at my parents or the in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-4304218378507428735?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/4304218378507428735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=4304218378507428735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/4304218378507428735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/4304218378507428735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2009/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SaSrddH5h-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/eYNAI_ULPE8/s72-c/family+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-7492995780285436271</id><published>2009-01-19T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:33:11.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures of Max...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SXTS7E7AiZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6ntzd1AQmrs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293087374442531218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SXTS7E7AiZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6ntzd1AQmrs/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really loves his sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SXTSuvg6RbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/G_DSjqCC52I/s1600-h/max5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293087162537493938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SXTSuvg6RbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/G_DSjqCC52I/s320/max5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is usually what he looks like after he's done eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SXTSugTIUyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_ColXFywr78/s1600-h/max4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293087158453162786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SXTSugTIUyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_ColXFywr78/s320/max4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was helping me cook in the kitchen, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; he doesn't like to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SXTSuV0Ms-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/36GvM7knyf4/s1600-h/max3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293087155639071714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SXTSuV0Ms-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/36GvM7knyf4/s320/max3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really likes when Harley licks him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SXTSuSuFqxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UKQL4va5oVU/s1600-h/max2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293087154808138514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SXTSuSuFqxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UKQL4va5oVU/s320/max2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just learning how to smile! So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SXTSt9Tr5YI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Jx-SjpdCUVU/s1600-h/max1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293087149060253058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SXTSt9Tr5YI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Jx-SjpdCUVU/s320/max1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to his 2 months &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. and he's growing like a weed. Here are his stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.5 lbs. - 75%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23.5 in. - 55%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his head is in the 45%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is so much fun. He's still sleeping like a champ (5 - 6 hrs) and he loves to eat. He is just learning how to smile and laugh...which makes my day so much better. He loves to watch Harley and Ace (our 2 beagles) and he thinks it's funny when they lick him. He likes to go on walks and loves the car. We went to San Diego for New Years and he slept for 6 hours straight on the way there and he slept the whole time at Sea World (waking only to eat). I love being a mom and I couldn't have imagined that someone so tiny could bring so much joy in my life. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-7492995780285436271?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/7492995780285436271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=7492995780285436271' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/7492995780285436271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/7492995780285436271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2009/01/max.html' title='Max'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SXTS7E7AiZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6ntzd1AQmrs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-2802158242952172552</id><published>2008-12-11T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:55:51.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I haven't been very good at adding pictures. We just don't have the internet and I always forget to bring my camera to my in-laws to add the pics I have on it. So these are all taken with my phone...sorry not the best quality, but here are a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SUHCHYxG2yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TCeFDpLuMzY/s1600-h/madox+and+mommy.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SUHCHYxG2yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TCeFDpLuMzY/s320/madox+and+mommy.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278713670418225954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took this pic...the flash on my phone is super bright, hence his lovely face.&lt;br /&gt;And the flash doesn't help my albino complexion either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SUHCHWg0pPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2it--MxGQnQ/s1600-h/madox1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SUHCHWg0pPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2it--MxGQnQ/s320/madox1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278713669813052658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when I was decorating the christmas tree, he was such a great help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SUHCHMNn1EI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fm2RSezN92I/s1600-h/madox2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SUHCHMNn1EI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fm2RSezN92I/s320/madox2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278713667048166466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like this outfit, so I had to post a pic of him wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SUHCHKUzPWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jp3j8mlDYnQ/s1600-h/madox3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SUHCHKUzPWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jp3j8mlDYnQ/s320/madox3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278713666541403490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he was having a little gas in this pic. but it was the first pic I have with his eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's seriously the best baby ever. He sleeps 5 1/2 to 6 hours and is always super content to just sit in his crib, swing, or in the boppy.  He looks exactly like his dad and even makes the same faces as he does. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a little cold right now, so last night was the first night where I really experienced sleep deprivation...I'm talking 2 hours of sleep...YIPEE! I feel so bad for the little guy, I wish I could just blow his nose. Hopefully tonight he'll be able to breathe a little easier, at least I'm hoping the humidifier will help out a little.  So, there you all go, just a few pics and a little about what's going on with us...mostly just Madox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-2802158242952172552?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/2802158242952172552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=2802158242952172552' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/2802158242952172552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/2802158242952172552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/12/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SUHCHYxG2yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TCeFDpLuMzY/s72-c/madox+and+mommy.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-2068459557718080177</id><published>2008-11-30T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:36:27.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Okay, so I will finally post about the exciting events of Madox's birth. This post is going to be full of details, so it will probably be very long, but I want to write down everything that I remember so I can have it in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on Wednesday Nov. 12 fully expecting to go to work. I had a morning routine of getting up going potty (I was pregnant) and then getting my breakfast and going to eat it in my front room on my couch. Well, after getting my cereal I went to sit down on my couch and it felt like I peed my pants...thinking to myself, I swear I just went to the bathroom, did I really just pee my pants? So, I immediately called Leah (it's 7:15am) and asked her what it felt like when your water breaks...I explained my situation and she told me to go to the hospital. Thinking that she was crazy I decided to just continue eating my cereal (I was hungry), but after sitting down and feeling some more wetness (not the greatest feeling) I decided that I had better call Brian and tell him that I think my water broke. Now the water is just a flowin', so I get in the shower and start making my calls. First, Brian didn't answer, so I send him a text telling him to call me asap as my water just broke. Then I call Brian's mom (they were driving to Arizona that day to visit Brian's brother) I had to tell her not to go until after I had the baby. While on the phone with her Brian calls me. I tell him the news (I can tell he's freaking out) he says he'll leave work right then, but he's in Salt Lake and it's morning traffic, so it will probably take him awhile to get home. I say that's fine because I wasn't in any pain, I just had water spurting from the fountain of youth! I then call my mom and let her know what's going on. I proceed to take a shower and get ready...with a full freakin' towel between my legs...it's really coming out! By the time Brian gets home the towel and my unders are soked through and I have to change...annoying! I was extremely calm and thought Brian needed a hair cut (I wanted him to look good in pictures) he boldly told me NO, that we needed to get to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;After getting checked in at the hospital (9:30am) the nurse had to check to see if it was my amniotic fluid that was flowing freely or just some other liquid (not quite sure what other liquid) they did this because I was only dialated at a 2 and I wasn't having any steady contractions (so I thought) and they didn't want to induce labor since I was only 37 weeks until they new for certain that it was amniotic fluid. The first test failed (the nurse said she was 95% sure, but she had to be positive to give my pitocin) she said she would wait for 1 hour and come and check again. The next time she checked it was positive, meanwhile I was having good contractions, but the still weren't regular so they hooked me up to some pitocin and put the monitor on (they actually did this when I got there).&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I didn't feel any contractions what so ever, so around 5:30pm I was dialated to an 8 the nurse asked me if I wanted an epidural. I told her I did because I didn't want to chance all of the sudden having pain, so they gave me the epidural and 1/2 hour later I was fully dialated, but little Mad was posterior (hence the reason I was dialating so slowly), so the dr. stuck his lovely hand up there to try to turn him and then we had to wait...finally the dr. determined that he flipped on his own and to start pushing. I started pushing at 7pm and little Mad was born at 8:33 and 54 seconds...I know the time so well because everyone that was there (which were my mom, leah, brian, brian's mom, brian's sister Marianne, and my sister in law Katie) wrote on the white board their guess on the time and weight that he would be. And Brian guessed the time right on, so that's why I remember it so well. We also had Dr. Broberg guess his weight, which he guessed was going to be 7lbs 10 oz. Finally after 1 1/2 hours of pushing we welcomed our little guy into the world. Right when he came out Dr. Broberg said, this is not a 7 lb. baby! I was so surprised to find out that he weighed 9 lbs. I was 8 lbs and Brian was only 6, so I thought we would have an average sized baby and being 3 weeks early, I thought for sure he would be small...guess not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry for the boring post, this is more for my records!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things that were interesting...after his head came out Dr. Broberg said this is going to be a very tight squeeze...and all of a sudden there was a nurse that jumped on top of my and started pushing on my pelvis...apparently this widens your pelvis??? I had never seen this nurse and I'm not quite sure where she even came from.&lt;br /&gt;Madox was all twisted...Brian said he looked like a cork screw!&lt;br /&gt;His umbilical cord was the biggest that the Dr. had ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;He had to have a monitor put on the top of his head because his heart rate kept dipping with every push.&lt;br /&gt;He had jaundice, so we had to go home with the bili bed and blanket and he had to be on those for 3 days...I hated it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-2068459557718080177?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/2068459557718080177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=2068459557718080177' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/2068459557718080177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/2068459557718080177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/11/scoop.html' title='The Scoop'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-1377361410867981977</id><published>2008-11-16T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:23:01.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SSDijNGp-aI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7z89KsmRt7k/s1600-h/Madox+Lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SSDijNGp-aI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7z89KsmRt7k/s320/Madox+Lee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269460658464356770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MADOX LEE HUDSON&lt;br /&gt;November 12, 2008&lt;br /&gt;8:33pm&lt;br /&gt;9 lbs 1 oz&lt;br /&gt;19 1/2 inches&lt;br /&gt;**3 weeks early**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;**This isn't the best picture because I  forgot my camera and I couldn't download any of those pictures. I will post more when I remember to bring my camera to my in-laws house (since we have a non-working internet connection).**&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-1377361410867981977?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/1377361410867981977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=1377361410867981977' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/1377361410867981977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/1377361410867981977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/11/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SSDijNGp-aI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7z89KsmRt7k/s72-c/Madox+Lee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-6448412672070156916</id><published>2008-11-06T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:27:52.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dialated: 1 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Effaced: 70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So little man, please come out now, we are anxiously awaiting your arrival!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-6448412672070156916?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/6448412672070156916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=6448412672070156916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/6448412672070156916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/6448412672070156916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/11/stats.html' title='Stats'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-7323037770877188742</id><published>2008-10-27T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:10:38.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Guessing Contest</title><content type='html'>I saw this on another blog and thought it was a great idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to award our blog readers with a chance to win a prize of our choosing for correctly guessing the day, time, weight, length and name of our child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules: You must submit your guess via a blog comment (or an email to one of us) at least 24 hours before I go into labor. Any guess submitted after that will be considered void. A perfect guess is worth 100 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakdown is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correctly guessing the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date - 20 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time of day - 20 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weight - 10 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;length - 10 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;the name - 40 points (you don't get awarded points for the middle or last name...sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Partial points will be awarded for how close your guess is to the actual data. For example, if you are one day off you could still receive 18 points for that category.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few helpful hints (well, maybe not) the dr. says I'm due Dec. 2, my calculations say Dec. 1...I'm measuring right on schedule, if that means anything...so may the best guesser win!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-7323037770877188742?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/7323037770877188742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=7323037770877188742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/7323037770877188742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/7323037770877188742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-guessing-contest.html' title='Baby Guessing Contest'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-451713471379038844</id><published>2008-10-08T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:32:27.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beware, this is a SUPER long post...but I'm bored at work and it will fill my time nicely. I just thought this was a fitting tag for me right now, so here it goes. (Don't worry, I won't be offended if you don't read it)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Age at Child's birth? 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Occupation? Secretary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Favorite Food? I love any kind of salad...YUM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pre-Pregnancy Weight? Why do you want to know??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How far along are you?: 32 1/2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Weight? Again, is this really important? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is this your first pregnancy? Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have any other children? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How many children do you want to have? 4 (two boys and two girls, and if that's not what I get then I'm taking them back)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you like being pregnant? Huh, interesting question, do I like the fact that I'm going to be a mom and that in order to do this I have to be pregnant...yes. Do I like the fact that every milimeter of my body is going through some wacky strange, ugly things...NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you had any morning sickness? Nope, non at all, I feel truly blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Any mood swings? I say no, but ask Brian and you'll get a different answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you feel you have a stronger sense of smell? Only when I'm really focused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you had any swelling in your hands or feet? Yes, this goes into the category of strange and ugly things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you had any aches or pains yet? Is this really a question for pregnant people?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is the one thing you miss about not being pregnant? I'm still pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What one thing makes up for it? I'll just pretend I'm not pregnant anymore to answer this one...um, let's think...I have my freakin' baby...duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you take maternity leave? If you consider being a stay at home mom maternity leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Favorite Maternity Outfit? I hate fat prego clothes, but I would say my brown sweater from the gap...love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Favorite Pastime While Pregnant? Being lazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you bought anything for baby yet? Of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you believe are your strengths as a mother? Caring, Loving, Patient, Fun...I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your weaknesses? Am I going to know enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you excited? Of course, I'm going to be a mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What are you most excited for? To see Brian be a dad, he's so good with kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Name? Brian Lee Hudson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Age? 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Occupation? He's a plumber, of if you ask him he builds highways for turds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Relationship with you? Husband and the bestest friend anyone can ever ask for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How long have you known dad? Since 3rd grade...how long is that? like 17 years maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Does he have any other children? I sure hope not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How many children does he want to have? 4, but he says we're done when we have a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's his favorite pastime? If you know Brian, then this is a dumb question, he's still going to do everything he did before the baby was born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Has he bought anything for baby yet? Well, I was with him, but he picked out a onesie from target that says daddy's little wingman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will he take any time off work to help you? Probably a few days, nothing like paternity leave...but that would be cool, he's in the wrong profession, they don't offer it to plumbers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you believe are his strengths as a dad? Patience, Love for everyone, Priesthood, His understanding of the Gospel, He's a little kid for heaven's sake, he's going to fit right in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;His weaknesses? He's a worry wart...takes after his mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is he excited? Yes, but he wants me to birth a 1 year old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you think he is most excited for? To have a son, he wants to do everything with him like he did with his dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Pregnancy So Far...:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When did you find out you were pregnant? March 25, right after I came home from Sec. Day Snowmobiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who was with you? I was by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Were you trying to get pregnant? Well, yes, but we didn't think it would happen this fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If so, for how long? I don't know, one freaking night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have a guess when and where your baby was conceived? If you really want to know it was March 9 in our front room in front of the fire that Brian had just made!! There you have it folks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How far along were you when you found out? 2 or 3 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What kind of pregnancy test did you take? One that tells you you're pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How many tests did you take? One, and then I took another one right before my dr's appt. I didn't have any symptoms other than missing my period, so I just wanted to make sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What was your first reaction? WHAT THE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What was the dads first reaction? Are you serious???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who did you first tell the good news to? Um, this is a little secret, but Leah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What were your parents reactions? They were really excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you ever consider having an abortion? Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who is your doctor? Dr. Thorpe, Dr. Gammett, Dr. Broberg, Dr. Jacob, and Dr. Rees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What hospital will you go to? Utah Valley Regional Medical Center, also known as the birthing capital of Utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How far along were you at your first doctor appointment? 9 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you heard the baby's heartbeat? Uh, yeah, I am 32 weeks remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you had any ultrasounds? Yes, my oh-so-fabulous sister in law Katie does mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you have any 3D/4D ultrasounds? No, I think they're dumb, but whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you had any complications with this pregnancy? Bronchitis, Pneumonia (twice), and a fractured rib, but that's all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you high risk? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl or Boy? Boy (I hope Katie's right)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You picked out any names yet? Several, we just haven't agreed upon any!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Any food cravings yet? Fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whats been the strangest craving you've had? Pickles and marshmallows together!! They really are good, I promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is something you eat almost everyday? Fruit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have any pregnant friends? No, but my sister in law is pregnant!! YIPEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you frequent any message boards? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you felt any movement yet? Yeah, he kicks non stop, and he likes to plant his little feet right into my ribs...AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Has dad felt any movement yet? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you or dad ever talk to baby? No, that would be really weird. I do sometimes yell at him to get out of my ribs...he doesn't listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When did you really first start to show? Day 1??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have any stretch marks? yeah, my butt, thighs, stomach, boobs, you name a place and I have them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How well have you been sleeping? Fine, until 2 nights ago...I like to think of this as a good thing...it means I'm in the home stretch...RIGHT???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Any strange dreams? Yeah, I dream about the dead girl on Shutter...Brian likes to call her Mushi Mushi, we can't remember her name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you had any braxton-hicks contractions yet? Yes, as a matter of fact I have, and let me tell you, they aren't always painless...little liars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Has dad made any midnight runs for you yet? No, I really haven't had that many cravings, he has made midnight ice cream runs for himself if that counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Any baby shower plans? Yep, Oct. 25 with my fam and sometime later with Brian's fam (it's still in the planning stages)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you registered any where? Baby's R Us, but it's a pretty crappy registry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What was the first thing bought for baby? clothes (flip flops, swim suit, and a little hoodie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you going to take any birthing classes? what's the point, no birth is the same, so really, I just grunt and bear it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you reading any pregnancy, baby, childcare books? What to Expect When You're Expecting...great book :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Has anyone said anything unusual to you since you've been pregnant? Um, let me quote my favorite...You're as big as a house...well thanks, really wanted to know that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is the best part about being pregnant? Feeling this little guy kick and knowing that I'm going to be a mom in 8 weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is the worst part? Strange and ugly things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What are you most nervous about? Not being ready for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When is your next doctor appointment? Oct. 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Birth Plans...At home or at a hospital? Definitely in the hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vaginal or C-Section? Vaginal, if everything goes as planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Natural or Medicated? Give me the MEDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you be induced? Only if I have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who will be in the delivery room with you? Well, here are the people that are invited, it's up to them to be there...Brian, Mom, Mom-in-law, Leah, Katie, and Marianne...wow that's a list...now I just need to let them know that they're invited...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you going to have a "doula"? No, but I think with my posse, they'll take care of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What couple of things will you be sure to have with you? My hubby...he thinks he can get out of this..so he's numero uno on the list! And whatever else I feel like having at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you think will annoy you during delivery? Everything...I told Brian last night that he just needs to keep reminding me to count, that's how I get through any annoying thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you going to take pictures or videotape? My mom and sister think I need to videotape, I mean I know I'm inviting the whole world to look at my crotch, but really, come on...pictures will have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will dad cut the cord? Yes, I'm going to make him (he thinks it's gross)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will Dad pass out? As long as he's positioned by my head, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is your opinion on circumcision? Most definitely...it's the only pain boys will ever have to suffer down there, so suffer away I say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will any relatives come in from out of town? My bro and sister in law for the blessing, other than that every else lives here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you scared? No, just anxious and excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What are you most scared about? Did you read my answer to the last question...I'm not scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the baby is here:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is baby's coming home outfit? A cute little outfit...I can't do it justice by just explaining it, you'll just have to wait for pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you come home as soon as you can? No, I plan on staying in the hospital paying an enormous amount of money for the gourmet food that they're feeding me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is the nursery's theme? Jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is your favorite thing in the nursery? The lamp, or the crib, or the cute little clothes that are all over the floor in there piles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you breastfeed or formula feed? I'll give the good ole'boob a try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you co-sleep? That's a big FAT negative, my sleep is precious to me and I am a light sleeper, I can't even sleep if I can hear one of the dogs breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you cloth diaper? No, I'm all for filling up the landfills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What can't you wait for most? Having my little baby boy and watching him grow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That took my about an hour to do...now I just need to find 4 more of those and my day will be over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-451713471379038844?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/451713471379038844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=451713471379038844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/451713471379038844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/451713471379038844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/10/beware-this-is-super-long-post.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-3433101712238104570</id><published>2008-09-03T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:29:00.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy September!</title><content type='html'>Here's my little tidbit of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my pelvis is being RIPPED apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joy's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-3433101712238104570?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/3433101712238104570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=3433101712238104570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/3433101712238104570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/3433101712238104570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-september.html' title='Happy September!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-4562074496837281103</id><published>2008-08-25T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:44:25.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Digits!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wanted to point out to all of you, that yes, the time is finally here...our baby has reached the double digits until his birth. This is very exciting news...probably only for me, but exciting non the less! Have a great day! And a shout out to Erica...HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-4562074496837281103?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/4562074496837281103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=4562074496837281103' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/4562074496837281103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/4562074496837281103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/08/double-digits.html' title='Double Digits!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-1980134296938640013</id><published>2008-08-22T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:31:39.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donation Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This story has been going around the blogging world since Sunday. I have been reluctant to post about it because I didn't really know what to say, but as I think about it I'm doing this family a great injustice. If you have heard about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nielson&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NieNie&lt;/span&gt;) family, then you know what I'm talking about. If not you can read about their tragic/inspirational story &lt;a href="http://cjanerun.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or you can read Stephanie's blog &lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I'm sure even if I didn't know this family, it probably would have felt close to the same way, but since I know them through school and Stephanie is one of my sister-in-law's closest cousins, I feel very connected to them. I can't even imagine what I would do if this were my sister/brother or even my cousin. Words can't even describe the heartache that I feel for them and their entire family (especially their 4 little ones), but as you read Stephanie's blog as well as her sister's you come to know that this family has an incredibly strong understanding of the gospel. And that is truly inspiring. I love them for it even though I don't know them all personally. They have truly made my testimony grow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;immensely&lt;/span&gt;. So, please, please, please keep them in your prayers. And if you wish, I added the donation button to my sidebar for you if you wish to donate in anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure at this point every cent will help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;immensely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-1980134296938640013?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/1980134296938640013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=1980134296938640013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/1980134296938640013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/1980134296938640013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/08/donation-please.html' title='Donation Please'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-4405921539899482223</id><published>2008-07-30T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:23:24.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bronchitis...Pneumonia...Fractured Rib?</title><content type='html'>If you didn't read the title, then go ahead and read it and you'll figure out what I've been going through over the last 1 1/2 months. That's right, it all started with a nasty annoying (but dry) cough. I just assumed it was allergies, since they've been really bad, but 4 weeks later and I still have annoying cough, but it's turning into a wet cough with nastiness being coughed up, and being awake countless hours of the night coughing, I decided that maybe I should go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. thinking, I don't know, maybe I have asthma, like every other person in my family (I was secretly hoping that's what it would be). But what did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; nice Dr. lady have to say??? I apparently have/had bronchitis that turned into pneumonia and what can they do about it? Well, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt;, so she gave me the only antibiotic that I could take, and preceded to tell me that the antibiotic will only clear up the pneumonia, but the bronchitis can last up to 3 months! GREAT!! So, pretty much I went home with an antibiotic and nothing else. After 3 days on the antibiotic and still hardly any sleep, I had a meltdown around 9pm. I freaked out at Brian (as only a pregnant woman can) and called my Mom, who lovingly told me to just call my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;obgyn&lt;/span&gt; and see if there was anything I could take for the cough. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sudafed&lt;/span&gt; was the answer...oh, and have you tried a humidifier...off to Target I go, pj's on and all, with my hair disheveled and my face all blotchy from crying! I can only imagine what the poor cashier thought when I was checking out, she kept looking at me like I was going to pull a knife on her or something. Fast forward a week...I'm doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, my cough is almost gone, still lingering, but not keeping me up as much as before. But now I have this excruciating pain in my left side...OUCH! Brian can't even give me a hug without my almost screaming in pain. I can't do anything...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, the babies not that big yet, so I know it's not from him kicking me. So, after 4 days of sucking it up and thinking it will get better...I go back to the Dr. and what did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. lady tell me this time...oh, it looks like you have a fractured rib from coughing so hard. WHAT?!? And guess what we can do for you....ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, since you are pregnant. She said that even if I wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; the only thing that they could really do was give my pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, but don't you worry folks, I can still take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tylenol&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;YIPEE&lt;/span&gt;!!! And just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; you are wondering...NO, it's still not better and I had another monumental freak out last night at 12:43am...Brian got up while I was crying in the bathroom and asked if I wanted a blessing, I said yes and after trying to compose myself, I walked back into our room, just to find Brian already zonked out...so I didn't want to wake him and I just dealt with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stick up for Brian, he's been a tremendous husband. He's been working 6 12's, and yet he's still happy when he comes home and always makes sure that I have what I need. And he even put in 15 1/2 hours yesterday (hence the reason I was crying in the bathroom and not our room, I didn't want to wake him up)! I honestly love him and am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that he is my husband! He's the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else out there had a broken rib? If so, can you tell me what you did to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;alleviate&lt;/span&gt; the pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. Sorry for the long post, but that's what's been going on in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-4405921539899482223?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/4405921539899482223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=4405921539899482223' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/4405921539899482223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/4405921539899482223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/07/bronchitispneumoniafractured-rib.html' title='Bronchitis...Pneumonia...Fractured Rib?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-8907810054238184577</id><published>2008-07-17T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:31:40.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harley and Ace</title><content type='html'>I'm totally at a loss as to why I haven't posted about our dogs before, so here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARLEY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SH9ip7Z7JcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CmRFRpN0ZIw/s1600-h/harleyace6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224002565233649090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SH9ip7Z7JcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CmRFRpN0ZIw/s320/harleyace6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Harley when he was a little puppy)&lt;/p&gt;Brian and I went to the pet store the day after Valentine's last year. We didn't go thinking we'd leave with a dog, we just like to go look. We saw Harley and immediately fell in love. Then Brian saw that he and Harley shared a birthday, so a few $$$ later we walked away with Harley...what can I say, we love him! Harley is our crazy dog...he can never sit still (except to eat), and even then he has a hard time. He also has a crazy eye, for some reason one of his eyes doesn't have any white around it, it's all black! He is always wagging his tale...even when he's getting into trouble. He also loves his little brother (Ace), you will often find Harley grooming Ace (he knocks him over to get him so he can clean his ear out) I must say that Ace, for the most part, loves it. As soon as Harley is cleaning his ear, he falls asleep. It's very funny to watch! Harley is 1/4 English Spaniel and 3/4 Beagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SH9iqEgBe8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/0Tcv4NGKzvA/s1600-h/harleyace4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224002567675149250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SH9iqEgBe8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/0Tcv4NGKzvA/s320/harleyace4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Ace the day we got him)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was looking ksl classifieds one evening...scrolling through the dogs, when I came to a listing with the cutest beagles EVER! Brian and I had been thinking about getting another dog so that Harley wasn't so bored by himself while we both were working. Brian called the owner and he said to come take a look. Once again Brian and I weren't going there to buy a puppy...just to merely look. Well, Ace caught out eye (he was the fattest puppy by over a pound) and he has the funniest overbite you will ever see! He is also a rare beagle since he has no black on him. Well once again after a few $$$ later, we walked away with Ace. Ace is our mellow dog (except when bothered by Harley) he is very chill and always wants to snuggle and relax. He loves to play fetch and keep away from Harley. He is very timid and you can't get mad at him because he'll be sad for hours. He is a follower and tends to get blamed for a lot of things that Harley does! He also has the prettiest golden brown/green eyes! He is 100% pure beagle!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SH9iqCZpZ8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3PJ1kDhyUv4/s1600-h/harleyace1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224002567111534530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SH9iqCZpZ8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3PJ1kDhyUv4/s320/harleyace1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Aren't they cute???)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SH9iqUHfZII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aqYdbsB3O_A/s1600-h/harleyace5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224002571867219074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SH9iqUHfZII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aqYdbsB3O_A/s320/harleyace5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Harley meeting Ace for the first time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SH9iqkibBAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8g6wnR-wr58/s1600-h/harleyace2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224002576275145730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SH9iqkibBAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8g6wnR-wr58/s320/harleyace2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(They aren't puppies anymore)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We love our dogs and really I can't imagine not having them. They make life a lot more enjoyable and a lot less sleepful (I got up 3 times last night with them). And they make life a lot more stressful all at the same time! So there you have it, our dogs....I know you want one now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SH9hnuuVkiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/C1q51i1AZGA/s1600-h/harleyace1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SH9hnnjXjsI/AAAAAAAAADY/G-GyDRq5_8w/s1600-h/harleyace2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SH9hoBGadNI/AAAAAAAAADg/GFOnTbDbg-U/s1600-h/harleyace4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SH9hoRL5wwI/AAAAAAAAADo/1aURTC2uUDs/s1600-h/harleyace5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SH9hoaHYwwI/AAAAAAAAADw/cwBSGFQH_9w/s1600-h/harleyace6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SH9gLiaEwwI/AAAAAAAAADI/lWtkiKqNLKw/s1600-h/harleyace7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-8907810054238184577?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/8907810054238184577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=8907810054238184577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/8907810054238184577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/8907810054238184577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/07/harley-and-ace.html' title='Harley and Ace'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SH9ip7Z7JcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CmRFRpN0ZIw/s72-c/harleyace6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-7013903826956567653</id><published>2008-07-15T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:04:38.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST OR STOLEN DEBIT CARD??</title><content type='html'>I must admit that I have never lost or had anything from my purse stolen (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;...my debit card). So, this is a little traumatic for me. It all came about when my temple recommend fell out of my purse this morning...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to go to the gas station to get a bottle of water, when I found that my debit card was not in my purse...STRANGE, so thinking that it fell out of my purse when my recommend did (and since they are doing construction right in front of our house) I felt that I should immediately run home to make sure that it wasn't just sitting in our driveway for some crazy construction dude to pick up. Well, it wasn't there...when was the last time I used it??? Oh yeah, my sister's b-day was yesterday and I was trying to buy her a book at Barnes and Noble (needless to say, she already has every book on the planet) I didn't end up buying her anything, but I did buy myself a baby name book! Anyway, back to the point...so I come to work this morning anxiously awaiting for the time to read 9:00am, since that's what time they open. 9:15am I make the anticipated call...just to be put on indefinite hold with no hold music, what is this world coming to. Finally, the ever present lady gets back on the phone, asks me my name and phone #, then just says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, we'll look for it...what? Do you mean you didn't find it up at the cashier's desk, or did you not look for it, did you even check??? Fine, whatever, this really sucks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'll check my car once more, maybe it fell underneath the seat, surprisingly my car is spotless, so it's very easy for me to check. It's not anywhere to be found. Dreading, I call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;the bank&lt;/span&gt; with the anticipation that they are going to make a huge deal and it's going to be ever so hard to use it...this is how the call went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banker: Good morning how may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm not quite sure who to speak to, but I lost my debit card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banker: Oh, I'm just the person you need to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banker: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, well what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Katie _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banker: Have you already checked your account to make sure nothing has been charged that you didn't authorize? When was the last time you remember having it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, I did that this morning and nothing has been. And I used it last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banker: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, Katie what are the last 4 digits of your SS# and your mother's maiden name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;proceed&lt;/span&gt; to tell her...I think I passed with flying colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banker: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I've put a hold on that card and I will issue you a new one which you'll receive in 7-10 business days. Call us when you get it and we'll set you up with a new pin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, thank you so much! (what, that's it, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hassle&lt;/span&gt;, no questioning, AWESOME)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much relief I hang up the phone. That was WAY too easy. I now feel somewhat at peace, other than I will be checking my account all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for pictures from today's ultrasound!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-7013903826956567653?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/7013903826956567653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=7013903826956567653' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/7013903826956567653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/7013903826956567653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost-or-stolen-debit-card.html' title='LOST OR STOLEN DEBIT CARD??'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-335952278158702888</id><published>2008-06-30T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:37:53.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little guy's debut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;First off I'll apologize for being so behind on getting these posted. It feels like I have been crazy busy, but I really haven't. I just haven't really thought about scanning in pictures when I have had time, so sorry. And I'm sorry that they're crooked...I couldn't get them to sit straight while I scanned them! So, here's our little guy...isn't he cute! I sure think so! We're so excited, and I can't wait because I'm almost 1/2 through the pregnancy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SGmkx84WE5I/AAAAAAAAACw/moFHojw9L8c/s1600-h/Andon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217882821348430738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SGmkx84WE5I/AAAAAAAAACw/moFHojw9L8c/s320/Andon1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SGmkx7HgXlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1iQj8fbn6dQ/s1600-h/Andon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217882820875148882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SGmkx7HgXlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1iQj8fbn6dQ/s320/Andon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We're having some trouble with names though, so tell me what you think. We only know that we want the middle name to be Lee (after Brian, his dad, grandpa, great-grandpa...and so on)! Here are a few of the names: Maverik Lee, Drake Lee, Mason Lee, or (our favorite so far) Andon Lee. I think that's such a cute name...my Mom thinks it's girly...give me your opinions please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have another ultrasound on July 15 (Katie, I tried to get on your schedule, so if you want to check, they said you were on then...it's at 3:30) I can't wait to see him again, and this time we'll be able to check and make sure that he's developed normally so far...at my last ultrasound it was a little too early (13 weeks) to check everything out. I just hope and pray that he'll be a strong little guy! I promise I will scan those pictures right away (now that I know that it only takes a minute to scan pictures)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-335952278158702888?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/335952278158702888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=335952278158702888' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/335952278158702888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/335952278158702888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-little-guys-debut.html' title='Our little guy&apos;s debut'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SGmkx84WE5I/AAAAAAAAACw/moFHojw9L8c/s72-c/Andon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-1818209927891600910</id><published>2008-05-28T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:57:23.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;BOY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;P.S. I will try to scan in the pictures tonight, after I'm done going on my shopping spree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-1818209927891600910?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/1818209927891600910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=1818209927891600910' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/1818209927891600910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/1818209927891600910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/05/its.html' title='IT&apos;S A.......'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-5797087156760043539</id><published>2008-05-12T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T08:35:46.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This One's for You, (you know who you are)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so after hearing from Leah, that someone (I won't mention names) was a little disappointed in my last post that I didn't make a BIG deal out of having a baby. Here it is. I hope I don't disappoint anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SChgKXCQzSI/AAAAAAAAACI/TqeWSuGCl5Y/s1600-h/ultrasound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199511500897701154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SChgKXCQzSI/AAAAAAAAACI/TqeWSuGCl5Y/s320/ultrasound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And really, this is not my ultrasound picture (and hopefully I didn't just jinx myself)! I haven't had one yet, but I promise as soon as I get it (May 28) I will surely post it for all to enjoy. I'm anxiously awaiting when I find out what we're having. I think it will make it that much more real. When we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. I told Brian my biggest fear was that they were going to tell me that I wasn't pregnant. Since I haven't been sick at all, I was really paranoid that I was making it up!  I fell very blessed that I haven't been sick, but I am experiencing the ever fun memory lapses (on occasion) and the sleep deprivation (why do I always feel exhausted?) and of course the hourly potty breaks I must take! I'm so excited to be a Mom! Hopefully this post is a little better than the last one. Sorry to disappoint, but it's hard to post at work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-5797087156760043539?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/5797087156760043539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=5797087156760043539' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/5797087156760043539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/5797087156760043539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-ones-for-you-you-know-who-you-are.html' title='This One&apos;s for You, (you know who you are)'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SChgKXCQzSI/AAAAAAAAACI/TqeWSuGCl5Y/s72-c/ultrasound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-8843083189344302914</id><published>2008-05-08T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:07:52.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News, news....and more news</title><content type='html'>I have to apologize for not posting in FOREVER! We seriously have been so busy that it hasn't been on the top of my priority list. Good thing I have absolutely nothing to do at work, so I decided what a perfect time...so sorry I don't have any pictures either. We have so many things that we've done I don't even know where to begin. Let's see, we have been to Moab twice...the first time was over Easter weekend. We decided it would be fun to drive down there and go camping and hiking with Harley and Ace (our two beagles). Incase you don't know, dogs are not allowed in National Parks, so we had to be creative in picking hiking trails that weren't in Arches or Canyonlands. We found one that was called Fisher Towers it took about 6 hours to hike there and back. It was so much fun and Harley and Ace only had one incident where this black lab ran up to them and they weren't expecting it and they got a little territorial. It was weird because Brian's sister has a black lab and they play with her almost everyday. I just think they were a little confused. They did seem to get along with the cutest German Sherpherd (who was probably on his last leg). We also camped with Brian's dad, who just happened to be in Moab for the Easter Jeep Safari. &lt;br /&gt;The next weekend we went to Las Vegas. We went with all of Brian's friends and their girlfriends/fiancees. We went to the Monster Truck Championship...I know! I really didn't think it was going to be very fun and I wasn't really looking forward to the long drive. But I have to say, it is now going to be a family tradition! It was like nothing I've ever been to, but it was so much fun! We really were only in Vegas for 1 day. We didn't get to our hotel until 1am on Friday and then we left around 11am on Sunday. The funniest part of the whole vacation, was when some dude came up to Ryan, Brian's best friend, and asked him if he wanted some "WEEEEEEEEDDD" now you have to say that like you're really stoned, because that's pretty much what it sounded like and the guy followed us for about 1/2 a mile asking us the whole time. I about peed my pants I was laughing so hard! &lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure what we did the whole month of April, but I kind of have some memory loss lately! At the end of April we went to Moab again for the "car show". We again went with all of Brian's friends and their girlfriends. Again, this was a guick trip. We left Friday night and came home Sunday morning. We didn't do any hiking, we just went "wheeling" as Brian puts it in his Jimmy. We had a fun time and the weather was perfect. We go to the car show every year and I must say it is always SO hot that I don't enjoy sitting in the hot Jimmy all day with the top off and the sun blaring on me with no wind whatsoever, but this year was perfect. It was around 80 and it was a little breezy, so I loved every minute of it! And Brian's dad came with us so he watched Harley and Ace in the back of the Jimmy the whole time! I loved it. &lt;br /&gt;Then, the next weekend we went again to Las Vegas. This time we went with Brian's family. We went for the Supercross Championship. Again, we go to this every year and I never have much fun...mainly because I don't really care about going to the "pits" and looking at the bikes for hours on end. This year was different though, Brian decided that he didn't want to go to the pits because it's not that fun. So we stayed at our hotel with Brian's parents and sister and nieces. It was fun because we went to the swimming pool and swam the whole afternoon! Well I didn't swim, but I did get to read my book and tan (sunburn) my white legs! We drove to Vegas with Brian's parents and on the way back we decided to take tours of all of the little towns. So it ended up taking us about 7 1/2 hours to get home. &lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, we are really excited for late fall as we are eagerly anticipating the arrival of our first baby! We are so excited and can't wait to add to our family. I can't wait for Brian to become a "daddy" seeing him with all of our nieces and nephews and how good he is with them makes me so excited! My due date is Dec. 2, Brian's pretty excited about this too, he thinks it will be cool to have their b-days in the same month. All I can think about is how am I supposed to get Christmas decorations up? And what about the christmas tree? And all the christmas shopping...ahhhhh!! I'm already stressing about it! Hopefully this is a long enough post to satisfy some of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-8843083189344302914?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/8843083189344302914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=8843083189344302914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/8843083189344302914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/8843083189344302914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/05/news-newsand-more-news.html' title='News, news....and more news'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-2668595913399127375</id><published>2008-04-29T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T13:42:30.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A - Attached or single:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Attached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;B - Best friend: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;C - Cake or pie: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cake (but I do love banana cream pie and my moms fresh peach pie...YUMMY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;D - Day of choice: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friday night (just knowing that you don't have to work the next day) or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E - Essential item: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Burt's Bees lip balm...the best ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;F - Favorite color(s): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pink, green and brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;G - Gummie bears or worms: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Both, bears if you want just a taste of heaven, but worms if you want a little more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;H - Hometowm: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Orem or Provo (I grew up all over)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I - Indulgences: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anything that has sugar in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;J - January or July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;July...I'm sick of winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;K - Kids: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hopefully 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;L - Life is incomplete without: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My family and the Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;M - Marriage date (if applicable): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;June 22, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;N - Number of siblings: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3, Blake - he's almost 30!! Lance - he's almost 29 and Leah - she's almost 28!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;O - Oranges or apples: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Apples...I use to eat a whole box in one day with Amy Goodrich when we were little!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;P - Phobias or fears: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Open water and fish...my fear is Brian dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Q - Quote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"No sense in being clumsy if you can't show it" - thanks grandpa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;R - Reason to smile: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Something really cool...but I can't tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;S - Season: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Spring and Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;T - Tag three: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don'tk now anyone to tag...so answer if you'd like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;U - Unknown fact about me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have crooked pinky's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;V - Vegetarian or opressor of animals: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Opressor of animals (yum, yum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;W - Worst habit: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Spending money and not blogging&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;X - X-ray or ultrasound: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I like both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Y - Your favorite food: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Any kind of salad and I love pork chops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Z - Zebra or Elephant: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Elephants...they're cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-2668595913399127375?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/2668595913399127375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=2668595913399127375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/2668595913399127375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/2668595913399127375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/04/attached-or-single-attached-b-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-3232997627038998614</id><published>2008-03-01T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:16:54.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/R8pFzBLOgtI/AAAAAAAAABo/1h6YIL1cJFY/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173023864779604690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/R8pFzBLOgtI/AAAAAAAAABo/1h6YIL1cJFY/s320/IMG_1627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so remember the end of my last post about the chainsaw? Well...here is what I ran out to find him doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He cut down my tree!! Apparently he didn't like it and I told him he could do whatever he wanted. And get this...the tree isn't even in the backyard, it's on the side of our house next to the drive way. I forgot to take a picture of the tree after it was all cut down. Not to mention that after this picture was taken he told me that he needed my help because he needed to use the ladder to get to the tallest branches. So, I (being the best wife that I always am) went to hold the ladder. Next thing I know he has the chainsaw right above my head and the branch falls right on my arm...AND it wasn't a small branch. So now I have a great huge black bruise on my hand and my wrist is a little swollen (I know!). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, enough of that (maybe I'll take a picture tomorrow of the stump that's left, and the pile of branches that he just left in the driveway)! I know I haven't posted in like forever, but I decided that I might as well post a whole bunch in one day, and then you can't all get so mad that I don't post everyday! Anyway, we finished the day by going to Mimi's Cafe, neither one of us had ever been. I must say it was quite tasty, and they have the best fresh lemonade I have ever tasted, it reminded my of chic fillet's lemonade. After dinner we made the long trek to REI, which I must say, it was quite a white out at the top of the mountain, you couldn't see 100 ft. in front of you. We finally made it to REI and we looked around for all the camping stuff that we are longing to buy and then Brian let me buy a new backpack!! For those of you who don't know we are also taking up backpacking this year and are now all gung ho about it! So, if any of you would like to go on a backpacking trip with us, let me know, we already have a few planned out! We also saw the cutest backpacks for Harley and Ace...I'm not quite sure they would do any good, but they would be so cute with them on! We finished off the night by going to Brian's parents house and watching Invincible with them. Brian's mom got out of the hospital today after having hip replacement surgery, so we also went over to help get her in bed. It was very fun! Ok, I'm going to end this post (I'm going to read more on landscaping and on trails to go backpacking on)!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. I can't quite figure out how to post two pictures, I mean I can post two, but I can't figure out how to move them around. Everytime I try to post another picture it just ends up at the top of my page and I can't move it...HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-3232997627038998614?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/3232997627038998614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=3232997627038998614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/3232997627038998614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/3232997627038998614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/03/what.html' title='What the!?!?!?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/R8pFzBLOgtI/AAAAAAAAABo/1h6YIL1cJFY/s72-c/IMG_1627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-6190613281683007974</id><published>2008-03-01T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T10:27:08.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/R8mfBRLOgpI/AAAAAAAAABI/PgKZ1y-h6mg/s1600-h/IMG_1624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172840491150901906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/R8mfBRLOgpI/AAAAAAAAABI/PgKZ1y-h6mg/s320/IMG_1624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't this the prettiest backyard you ever did see? I know, I know. We let it go to pot last year because, well first off the grass was already really crappy when we bought it, and add to that our two little beagles, and our getting married and all. We just didn't have time, and we didn't want to fix it all up just to have the dogs tear it all apart. So, we are undertaking a HUGE project this year, that is...Landscaping the yard. Little did I know we were apparently starting it today. Here is how my morning has gone thus far... I awoke today to find Brian biting at the bit asking me how we're going to landscape our backyard. HELLO...I just woke up, what is he talking about. I slowly came to my senses and told him that I still needed to consult with the ever fabulous most talented sister in the world (shout out to Leah). He told me that he wanted to start TODAY and that he needed something to do. WHAT?!? I told him that if he would have prepared me for starting our Spring (Summer, Fall, Winter and next Spring) project today, I would have been slightly more prepared. So, I told him to go get me a piece of paper so I could roughly map out our backyard and try to start coming up with something for him to do. He handed me a piece of paper, then told me that he better draw it and up he went to find his ruler. He got back and proceeded to draw (it was WAY off scale) I told him that we probably needed graph paper and to measure the yard, at this comment he gave me a look only Brian can give and handed me the paper and told me that I should draw it then. Needless to say I told him to go out and do whatever he wanted if he really wanted something to do. Well, I think I hear a chainsaw now, so I'll post later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id241"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/R8mfaRLOgqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y6uBh2ya--s/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/R8mfaRLOgqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y6uBh2ya--s/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id242"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/R8mfaRLOgqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y6uBh2ya--s/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/R8mfaRLOgqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y6uBh2ya--s/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-6190613281683007974?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/6190613281683007974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=6190613281683007974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/6190613281683007974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/6190613281683007974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/03/joy-of-spring.html' title='The Joy of Spring'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/R8mfBRLOgpI/AAAAAAAAABI/PgKZ1y-h6mg/s72-c/IMG_1624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-4029774201888797261</id><published>2008-02-03T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:44:45.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>So, this is probably going to be a short little blog, because Brian is standing over my shoulder saying that I'm wasting my time and that we need to go do something fun (uh, it's 11:00pm) ...oh, and by the way he just said that blogs are for people who have nothing better to do...WHATEVER!!! Well, I just wanted to let everyone know that I am back in the blogging world...or so it seems. I will try my best though. I will try to post some pictures from our cruise that we just went on, but I don't have time tonight...(apparently Brian would like to teach me about the sons of perdition) making it impossible to pay attention to him and try to blog at the same time...so until tomorrow night (or a night when I have more time)...goodnight and goodbye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. thanks Leah for helping me fix my blog...I'm really a blogging idiot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-4029774201888797261?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/4029774201888797261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=4029774201888797261' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/4029774201888797261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/4029774201888797261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-115980258957139290</id><published>2006-10-02T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T08:23:09.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HELLO!! It really seems like I haven't posted a new blog in FOREVER! I have a lot of updates too...well not a lot, but one really good one! Okay...are you ready for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT A NEW JOB!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to be the staffing coordinator at a specialty hospital in the Riverwoods. I'm excited because not only do I get to leave this awful blankity blank place, but I get to work with my mamacita! I know, I know, some of you who know my mom might think that would be a little overwhelming, but not me! I'm so excited to see her everyday!(not to mention she reads this blog too...) So I love you Mom! And really I'm so excited to work with her, and all of the other people too. I met a lot of them when I went in for my interview and they were all really nice and they seem like they will be fun to be around. I start Oct. 9 which is funny because that's the same day that Brian will start his new(old) job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll fill you in on Brian's new(old) job so your not confused. When Brian first came home from his mission he worked for a plumbing company named PJ's, and he worked there until Dec. of 05. Then he got an amazing offer that he couldn't pass up from a family friend who does Government jobs, so he took that job and has been working there until now. But he's been really frustrated with some things that have been going on and how they treat him, and he's been complaining about it for a long time now. Anyway, about two weeks ago the owner of PJ's called Brian because he really wanted Brian to come back and work for them because they are swamped and he offered Brian another amazing deal, so Brian had decided to go back to his old job!! I'm so excited for him and I hope that he loves working for them...this was truly an answer to both of our prayers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I have to go to a dumb meeting, so I have to go. I hope you all enjoy my blog, even though it's not that great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-115980258957139290?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/115980258957139290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=115980258957139290' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/115980258957139290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/115980258957139290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-it-really-seems-like-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-115895978584741319</id><published>2006-09-22T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:16:25.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/3820/1600/Aladdin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/3820/320/Aladdin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you just love the good ole' disney classics? We just got done watching Aladdin, which I must say is one of my favorite movies, right next to The Little Mermaid. I love it. And it seems that they are still coming out with such good wholesome movies for families. Anyway, not much of a blog this time, but Leah was mad that I didn't have anything knew...but I should be mad at her too since she doesn't have anything new either. I guess I'm just the better sister...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-115895978584741319?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/115895978584741319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=115895978584741319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/115895978584741319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/115895978584741319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2006/09/classic-disney.html' title='Classic Disney'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-115885734389184480</id><published>2006-09-21T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:49:03.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh...here it is Leah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/3820/1600/Universal%20Globe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/3820/320/Universal%20Globe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really have nothing to blog, but Leah is upset that I don't have a new blog for today. That must mean she's extremely bored. I shouldn't grant her request since she so rudely hung up on me this morning to talk to Erica...HELLO leah, I'm your sister...just kidding dik, I love you like a sister too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you're all dying to find out how my hair appt. went. Just to let you know, it wasn't that bad. I really like the girl that I go to and last night her husband brought her little boy in, so I played with him while I was waiting for my hair to process. My hair is WAY cute, at least that's what Brian says. Actually, I just think that. All Brian said was "the more blonde you are the darker your face looks, because your face looks really brown right now." I'm not quite sure if that was a compliment or not, but thanks hun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After I got my hair done I went and hung out with my Dad since my Mom is in Texas right now and my Dad gets lonely when she's gone. So I went and had dinner with him and then I made him watch Dancing with the Stars, The Biggest Loser, and Justice. I'm pretty sure he was in to all of them! After I left him around 9:15pm I went to Brian's church and watched him play basketball. I'm pretty amazed by how good he is. I mean he's no Lance or Blake, but he does his best for being a religious soccer player since he was five. The best part though was watching his dad (he's 71) play and school him! just kidding, that didn't happen. His dad is really good though, I was amazed at how fast and agile he still is for being so old. He also only has 1 eye...I know, it was extremely weird when I first met him. I didn't know where too look, it was a little embarrassing for me, but I really don't even think he noticed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, that's pretty much about all I have to say. Oh, I'm going to the Olive Garden tonight!!!! The neverending pasta bowl is back! I've been craving Olive Garden for some time now, so I'm excited that Brian is going to take me out for a little treat. Hopefully, this has entertained you for the mere minute that it took you to read this. Until tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-115885734389184480?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/115885734389184480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=115885734389184480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/115885734389184480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/115885734389184480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2006/09/uhhere-it-is-leah.html' title='Uh...here it is Leah'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-115876611733331474</id><published>2006-09-20T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T08:35:05.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate rain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/3820/1600/lightning.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/3820/320/lightning.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture seemed very fitting for the weather today. I'm a little sad that Summer is almost over, it seems that Summer always flys by, but Winter sticks around forever. I'm excited though that Fall is almost here, that means my B-day! Which reminds me, my b-day is one month from today! Just a little reminder for all of you who want to stay on my good side!! Here is my birthday wish-list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Winter Coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Winter Boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. iPod, any kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Matt and Nat purse (preferrably the tokyo in pink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. More Clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are just a few of what I'm expecting!!! hahaha...don't worry this is the list that I gave Brian, you should have seen his face! Also, Stephanie's wedding is on my Birthday, so congrats Steph, you only have one more month! Hopefully it will fly by for you. And then the next day is my Grandparents 50th anniversary party! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, back to the weather. I really hate the rain, I can't think of one thing that I like about it. For someone like me who has naturally wavy hair, it really sucks when it rains and you've taken all morning to do you hair and straighten it and then you walk outside and pouf, as soon as a drop of rain touches your poor little head, it looks as though you stuck your finger in a socket. It really sucks. That's why I didn't do my hair today. I've learned by my many chance happenings with the rain that I should never attempt to do my hair when it's raining. I'm also a little mad because I'm getting my hair done today. And I didn't even get to do my hair. So I know that when they go to style it, they're going to style it in an ugly way that I don't ever do to my hair. They do this because they don't know how I usually style my hair, they don't know that I don't like it round brushed or curled with the curling iron, the only way I like my hair is straight. And they're not going to know that because I didn't get to do it because of the STUPID rain.ARRRGH! Just to let you know I do love storms though, but I haven't seen a good lightning storm in some time. That's another reason that makes me upset. What is the point of the rain if there is no lightning? Well, I'm not stupid I know the point of rain, but I just want lightning along with it. That's all I'm asking, and it's not much. But it has yet to happen today. Actually, if it has happened than I wouldn't know, because most of you don't know that I work in a room with NO windows. I know, another thing that really makes me not just mad, but pissed! Why would you stick your customer service reps in a room with no windows? That's a question that I ask myself almost daily. Wouldn't you want to keep us happy? I mean we do talk to rounchy people all day who sit and yell and call us names, and swear at me for nothing. And I don't even get a window...I'm a little pissed about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, hopefully you've all learned a little something about my life from this blog. I know you'll probably just take out of this that I'm mad at the World today. But I'm not, actually I'm in a very good mood!! In a great mood actually! Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-115876611733331474?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/115876611733331474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=115876611733331474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/115876611733331474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/115876611733331474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-rain.html' title='I hate rain!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-115869063515972379</id><published>2006-09-19T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T11:44:52.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/3820/1600/Tal.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/3820/320/Tal.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/3820/1600/109_0985_r1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/3820/320/109_0985_r1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/3820/1600/109_0985_r1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/3820/1600/109_0985_r1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/3820/1600/109_0985_r1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/3820/1600/Hunter%20Dee.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/3820/320/Hunter%20Dee.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love my little guys so much! They make me so happy. Last night I got to see Talmage for the 1st time in FOREVER, maybe because they went to California then I went to Lake Powell, but I missed him so much. My day just isn't the same when I don't get to talk to him or see him. He's so cute and so full of energy, it makes me want to be a kid again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I babysat Atticus the other night, and boy has he changed SO much. I remember the 1st time I babysat him, he was probably 1 month old and he screamed at the top of his lungs the entire time. When I was through I really thought I was going crazy. But the other night he was so cute. He cried for about 1 minute when Katie and Lance left and then he was fine. He was so content to just play or watch Elmo, or go outside and "mow" the lawn with his little toy lawn mower. And everytime he wanted something he would walk over to me and grab my finger and drag me along to wherever he wanted to go. He also has the most contagious laugh, I love him so much and it's amazing to see how much both of my little guys are growing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then there is Hunter, or HuntDee as Brian likes to call him. I have yet to see him in person, but isn't he the cutest little thing. I can't believe he's already a week old. And he's a spitting image of Blake when he was a baby. I can't wait to see him in a month when I get to go there for his blessing. I'm so sad that they don't live closer for me to just go and see them whenever I want. It makes me wonder if he's even going to know who I am when he gets bigger. Oh well, I'm sure Blake and Becca will do a good job on raising him and making sure that he knows who his favorite Aunt is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well that's about it, but I just have to say, aren't you all proud of me for posting some pictures! Even though it took me a few hours, I finally did it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The 1st picture is of Talmage in July, the 2nd picture is an old one of Atticus, and the 3rd picture is of Hunter when he was 12 hours old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-115869063515972379?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/115869063515972379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=115869063515972379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/115869063515972379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/115869063515972379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-them-so-much.html' title='I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34643235.post-115861914830408515</id><published>2006-09-18T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T09:23:54.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/3820/1600/Subway%20City%20Walk.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/3820/320/Subway%20City%20Walk.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I've succumbed to starting my own blog. At first I really didn't want to, I mean honestly who is really interested in reading my random thoughts and deep dark secrets! But then I figured it would be a blessing to be able to pass by the boring hours at work. So this is it, I'm not quite sure what I'm doing, but I'm going to attempt it. And since I don't know how to download pictures, I probably won't have any. I will go home tonight though and see if I can figure it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So about me, currently I'm living with in my Grandparents basement. Two and 1/2 years ago I thought I was only moving in temporarily, but now it seems I'm in for the long haul! I work at a place called Professional Marketing International and have been working there for almost 3 years. I am desperately trying to find a new job, since I'm a little sick of this one. The love of my life is Brian, and I've been dating him for over a year (I know!) I would be married to him by now if it was up to me, he keeps assuring me we'll be married by this time next year, so I really hope so. I spend pretty much all of my spare time with him. He's a plumber and is in his last year of plumbing school!!!! Wahoo, he'll be making the big bucks next year! Just kidding, that's really not what I think about. I'm almost 23! I can't believe I'm that old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm really bad at this, I don't know what else to write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have 3 nephews now! Talmage is 3 1/2, Atticus is 2 1/2, and Hunter is 6 days old!  I love being an Aunt, it's so much fun!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture is of Brian and I last year when we first started dating. We were in California at City Walk. This is Brian's favorite picture, that's why I'm posting it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34643235-115861914830408515?l=skatelayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/feeds/115861914830408515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34643235&amp;postID=115861914830408515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/115861914830408515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34643235/posts/default/115861914830408515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skatelayne.blogspot.com/2006/09/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00947691241391813615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3r1Gn0JaPa0/SHUS1CQYDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/xgIcb2e_EsU/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
