<?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-2232288923036171114</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:43:21.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's A Bowl of Cherries</title><subtitle type='html'>Old enough to know what life's all about, young enough to do something about it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232288923036171114.post-8697092286065833579</id><published>2009-09-15T09:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:47:19.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Abby, Matthew, Lynn and I went to the Manti Temple on Saturday, September 12, 2009, to take some names that I have found on the New Family Search.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/Sq-3BO8x0LI/AAAAAAAAAQA/TW2-Arm4-7U/s1600-h/manti-lds-temple%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="manti-lds-temple" border="0" alt="manti-lds-temple" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/Sq-3BjnrsmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/psdbiGBCh8I/manti-lds-temple_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="457" height="374" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We got the cards printed and there were 20 that needed sealings done.&amp;#160; Even though this was a busy Saturday morning with weddings etc and Apostle Christopherson coming for a training session in the temple with stake presidents and bishops, they were still doing sealings.&amp;#160; I was elated because I have been wanting to do these names for awhile.&amp;#160; We got dressed in our clothes and they took us to the Celestial Room to wait for the sealer;&amp;#160; it was so peaceful and quiet and a perfect time to sit and contemplate.&amp;#160; The sealer came and got us and we were in one of the sealing rooms just off the Celestial room; how special is that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then we started.&amp;#160; Lynn and I sealed a couple together first; then Matthew joined us and we did the male names of sealing to parents.&amp;#160; There were others there too and while we were resting our knees they did some for the temple.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then it was Abby’s turn with us;&amp;#160; we did the female sealings to parents. The sealer was special too, he kept remarking how happy these people were to be found and some of them had waited over 100 years to be sealed to their parents and what a joyous time they must be having today.&amp;#160; I was so happy while we were doing this, I was smiling and crying at the same time.&amp;#160; It was a feeling I have never felt before in the temple.&amp;#160; I know they were there with us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;We did some for the temple too and then it was time for the sealer to go marry someone and there was a session ready to come through the veil, so the others were getting ready to help them.&amp;#160; I was way impressed on all the things going on at once in the temple in a quiet and spiritual manner, everyone of those things providing a spiritual experience for those participating if they chose to be atuned; I felt like I was seeing a little part of how heaven is that day and I felt blessed beyond expression.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We are all wishing to have special spiritual experiences, well there is no better place than the temple.&amp;#160; I had one of those on Saturday and now I am anxious to get more names and feel that joy and bit of heaven again.&amp;#160; How about coming with me!!!!&amp;#160; I’d love to share it with you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232288923036171114-8697092286065833579?l=indescribablybailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/8697092286065833579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232288923036171114&amp;postID=8697092286065833579' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/8697092286065833579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/8697092286065833579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-special-day.html' title='What a Special Day'/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/Sq-3BjnrsmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/psdbiGBCh8I/s72-c/manti-lds-temple_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232288923036171114.post-1975172806850266779</id><published>2009-09-11T12:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:05:02.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>STROLL DOWN MEMORY LANE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is my story of how Labor Day went!&amp;#160; It was definitely a time of de ju vue for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqQ5oTIJoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xBBF2KSOSWM/s1600-h/100_0004%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="100_0004" border="0" alt="100_0004" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqQ6L0N5eI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UZka0a27suo/100_0004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqQ6h6g4UI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wR9Vguso1XE/s1600-h/100_0005%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="100_0005" border="0" alt="100_0005" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqQ7S7w8xI/AAAAAAAAAOE/x9ddx7thqZQ/100_0005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You can see that we are all happy to be doing something different for a change.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqQ8OoyeTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/otd5OqV5G50/s1600-h/100_0009%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="100_0009" border="0" alt="100_0009" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqQ8o8pnEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qHaGKdqnmIk/100_0009_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="393" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Unlike Abby, I knew this would be a great place to eat because the dives in a little town are always the bet.&amp;#160; We truly did have a bunch of food.&amp;#160; The pancakes were as big as the plate and yummy too.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqQ9IZMWgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jT_ZCyFkcdI/s1600-h/100_0007%5B14%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="100_0007" border="0" alt="100_0007" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqQ9mzyOXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PzHx5ngHJss/100_0007_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="186" height="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqQ-ZE8dbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/oGNR5QbY-hw/s1600-h/100_0008%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="100_0008" border="0" alt="100_0008" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqQ-rcFTCI/AAAAAAAAAOc/KmtMMpH7WVw/100_0008_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="182" height="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;These cute shots were while we were waiting for our food.&amp;#160; The books on the table to read are those books they have there and they were written by a guy who used to be in our ward.&amp;#160; They were kind of goofy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqQ_kf_K2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ONkmkRYj4Xw/s1600-h/100_0013%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="100_0013" border="0" alt="100_0013" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRACzpNpI/AAAAAAAAAOk/OI18UGuAxtA/100_0013_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRB_BqtiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hmvjwlGv7pU/s1600-h/100_0016%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="100_0016" border="0" alt="100_0016" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRCclgaGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NaMO73SJiKY/100_0016_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRDKSm_mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/SwJyuhnciD0/s1600-h/100_0015%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="100_0015" border="0" alt="100_0015" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqREnCoxPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/BhrqzmbahBA/100_0015_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The trilobite dig is always a fun stop.&amp;#160; It is great when you find one that is whole.&amp;#160; It is amazing that there are still some on the top of the shale.&amp;#160; We found quite a few.&amp;#160; Jeremy is at the age where climbing any tree he can find is what he loves to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRGEwOBwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZxJOLyqRgkg/s1600-h/100_0028%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="100_0028" border="0" alt="100_0028" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRG_EDm7I/AAAAAAAAAO8/6XEXGH1Ad2M/100_0028_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="194" height="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRH06V7SI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VfDN3pYrVLM/s1600-h/100_0025%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="100_0025" border="0" alt="100_0025" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRIW0zNbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Y9jRuJsJrn0/100_0025_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="191" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; This is Sinbad Canyon.&amp;#160; You can see the drop is awful and of course Matthew teases the kids about dropping them off.&amp;#160; Scare me to death!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRJOtOt6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/j6Tlx4mPtmc/s1600-h/100_0031%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="100_0031" border="0" alt="100_0031" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRJvP_gvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Qm4jNU9Bp5g/100_0031_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; I think the rollercoaster road has gotten even better than when we used to go there.&amp;#160; Maybe Matthew was more daring at going fast than Lynn was but it definitely was fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRKZda4nI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Xoef1hE14Do/s1600-h/100_0040%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="100_0040" border="0" alt="100_0040" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRLIXpZgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0ZC1bpPivPI/100_0040_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;An we finally arrive at Castle Rock.&amp;#160; There are so many memories here that I can barely express them.&amp;#160; My mind when back 25 years and I could see Louis and Abby playing here all day long and loving it.&amp;#160; Camping in our trailer and having a great time in nature.&amp;#160; They would hike up the cave you see in the middle and throw rubber balls against the wall and hike and dig and anything else they could think of.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRMHl2axI/AAAAAAAAAPY/JGCF_gGXO_I/s1600-h/100_0045%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="100_0045" border="0" alt="100_0045" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRMitOLwI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4XA4dVY9ETY/100_0045_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="356" height="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Abby had quite a hard time eating lunch in NATURE but she survived.&amp;#160; We had gotten some sandwich stuff in Delta.&amp;#160; Look at Bailee with the jacket and hood on.&amp;#160; You would think it is cold but it is raging hot.&amp;#160; For some reason she thought she had to have that on.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRNhcrCcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LRXDVAzvVe8/s1600-h/100_0051%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="100_0051" border="0" alt="100_0051" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqROf8p0yI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1FVqvnDsL10/100_0051_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="352" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; A desert trip is not complete without stopping by and saying hello to Bob Stinson’s cabin.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRPQswotI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_zxE0PCn2rI/s1600-h/100_0057%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="100_0057" border="0" alt="100_0057" align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRP2NIxDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6fylpjyQAX8/100_0057_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="178" height="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRQ8FJdYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6hddoqR-BIo/s1600-h/100_0058%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="100_0058" border="0" alt="100_0058" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRRUFgEKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/VzEpNJYX9qU/100_0058_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;This is a great view from the cabin looking down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRSpLGrYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/FBBSdu-fLRY/s1600-h/100_0059%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="100_0059" border="0" alt="100_0059" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqRTfHZnXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wqoFGR3XM_4/100_0059_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="480" height="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Abby has had enough of nature and here we are getting into the car to go home; it was starting to cloud a little bit but it was a great day with lots of memories.&amp;#160; Now I have even more.&amp;#160; Next time you all need to come too.&amp;#160; The rollercoaster ride is quite awesome.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232288923036171114-1975172806850266779?l=indescribablybailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1975172806850266779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232288923036171114&amp;postID=1975172806850266779' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/1975172806850266779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/1975172806850266779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/2009/09/stroll-down-memory-lane.html' title='STROLL DOWN MEMORY LANE'/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SqqQ6L0N5eI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UZka0a27suo/s72-c/100_0004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232288923036171114.post-4953930800639426717</id><published>2009-04-16T09:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:25:38.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailee Makes Me Happy</title><content type='html'>I just have to tell you a really cute thing that Bailee did yesterday.   It really made me smile inside as I tried very hard not to laugh out loud with her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dad sent her over to borrow a stick of butter.  So she comes in and tells me she needs a stick of butter.  I say,  Okay.  Get in the frige and give her stick of butter.  She looked at me and she said.  I need one more thing and I said what.  She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a stick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that just tickle your funny bone.  Kids say the darndest things and can make a gray day sunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232288923036171114-4953930800639426717?l=indescribablybailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/4953930800639426717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232288923036171114&amp;postID=4953930800639426717' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/4953930800639426717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/4953930800639426717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/2009/04/bailee-makes-me-happy.html' title='Bailee Makes Me Happy'/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232288923036171114.post-8342623286053361268</id><published>2009-04-01T10:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:13:53.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten reasons why I LOVE April!!!</title><content type='html'>I cannot tell you how glad I am that March is finally over.  It lived up to it's reputation up until the very last day with freezing cold wind and snow flurries all over the place.  I am glad to kick out March and welcome April with open arms.  At last there is spring in the air and hope for a sunny tomorrow.  So here go my reasons why I love April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  First and foremost, Lynn and I were married in April, so I love April because of that.&lt;br /&gt;2.  The savior was born in April.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Conference is in April and I love going to conference and getting rejuvinated to be better than I am.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Disneyland is in April and it is not so hot in sunny California in April but sitting in the sunshine at Disneyland feels mighty good when it is bad weather at home.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I can get my flower beds ready for the new season.&lt;br /&gt;6.  The kids can play outside and have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I might can get my lawn cut and get all the dead grass off (if Matt is in the mood that is).&lt;br /&gt;8.  Everyone is more happy and smiling because they can get outside and bask in the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Sometimes Easter falls in this month and I love Easter.  I love coloring eggs and rolling them down a hill and putting plastic eggs for the kids to find for an easter egg hunt.  Also Easter dinner is quite yummy.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Last but not least, the cows get branded in April and this has become quite a fun thing for our family and extended families to participate in.  They get all dirty and smelly and we take them a hamberger for lunch and we all feel pretty satisfied with life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it.  My reasons for loving April.  What are some of yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232288923036171114-8342623286053361268?l=indescribablybailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/8342623286053361268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232288923036171114&amp;postID=8342623286053361268' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/8342623286053361268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/8342623286053361268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/2009/04/ten-reasons-why-i-love-april.html' title='Ten reasons why I LOVE April!!!'/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232288923036171114.post-5935505260937003471</id><published>2009-03-12T09:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:11:36.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten reasons why I hate March</title><content type='html'>Just to make the record clear.  I have hated March a lot longer than any of you because I have hated it since you were all little.  I guess I have just rubbed off on the rest of you.  So here goes, 10 reasons why I hate March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  It is so muddy that I want to scream because lots of mud gets tracked in the house from doing the chores.&lt;br /&gt;2.  It goes by so slow because there is nothing going on in March to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;3.  You can never depend on the weather.  It could be freezing one minute and warm the next. &lt;br /&gt;4.  I am ready for spring and it just isn't happening. &lt;br /&gt;5.  It never stays true to the saying and about if it comes in like a lion it will go out like a lamb. &lt;br /&gt;6.  It has already been winter for 5 months and needs to stop!!!!&lt;br /&gt;7.  I am in the mood to garden and it is still too early.  By the time it is warm enough my mood has gone.&lt;br /&gt;8.  The lawn and trees are ugly and non-inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;em&gt; I am tired of being cooped up in the house all day long and so are the kids.  If they go out when it is still cold they end up getting sick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10.  There are too many days in March.  We need to vote and only have 20 days in March so we can get rid of this pathetic substitute for a month as soon as possible and move on to impish April.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232288923036171114-5935505260937003471?l=indescribablybailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/5935505260937003471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232288923036171114&amp;postID=5935505260937003471' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/5935505260937003471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/5935505260937003471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/2009/03/ten-reasons-why-i-hate-march.html' title='Ten reasons why I hate March'/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232288923036171114.post-2128006541000397585</id><published>2009-02-27T08:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:04:02.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307506215395008594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SagMyFPMIFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/T-Akvwq5Yxc/s320/100_1358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;We are all going down to Ray and Linsey's this weekend to celebrate Meggie's birthday. I can't believe she is going to be 1 year old. She is such a petite little thing. She came to vist a few weeks ago and you see how absolutely cute she is. Whenever anyone sees her the first thing they want to do is kiss her (especially me). The other kids are crazy for her. In fact, as you can see below, we had to put her in "jail" so the kids would quit bothering her and making her cry.  She doesn't complain though because she is so good natured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307506877062494962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SagNYmJAuvI/AAAAAAAAANY/evuNgSnAut0/s320/100_1487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meggie is my love name for Megan.  She will always be Meggie to me.  I am so blessed to have 11 great, wonderful, beautiful, smart, adorable, smart, active, funny, did I say smart, best grandchildren in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Meggie and know that we all love you very much.&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/2232288923036171114-2128006541000397585?l=indescribablybailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/2128006541000397585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232288923036171114&amp;postID=2128006541000397585' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/2128006541000397585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/2128006541000397585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-are-all-going-down-to-ray-and.html' title=''/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SagMyFPMIFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/T-Akvwq5Yxc/s72-c/100_1358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232288923036171114.post-1325686620105082956</id><published>2009-02-17T10:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:56:19.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, here goes.  This is a thought without any pictures.  Most of the time I don't blog because I don't have any pictures but this will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most happy right now today, than I've been in awhile.  Why??  I'll tell you.  Because my sweetheart is as happy as I've seen him in a long time.  He is almost giddy with anticipation.  The new cows have made his life less tenuous and now we can really get on with building our ranch out to the meadow.  It makes me so happy to see him happy.  It is true what they say about happiness.  If you want to be happy just make someone else happy and you will be too.  If you are only thinking of yourself and your own happiness it never comes.  I seem to forget that from time to time but I am back on track and looking forward to a bright new future on the ranch.  We have turned a corner and we are on the upward trend.  No more doom and gloom for me.  So if you really want to be happy, see what you can do for your sweety pie and see how it makes you feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232288923036171114-1325686620105082956?l=indescribablybailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1325686620105082956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232288923036171114&amp;postID=1325686620105082956' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/1325686620105082956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/1325686620105082956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-here-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232288923036171114.post-1189411065368603711</id><published>2008-12-18T11:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:33:08.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SUqW5aBoUZI/AAAAAAAAANA/Q20FTLrBFVE/s1600-h/100_1144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281199426028196242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SUqW5aBoUZI/AAAAAAAAANA/Q20FTLrBFVE/s320/100_1144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SUqWCGOa6rI/AAAAAAAAAM4/KIdJTPdSkWY/s1600-h/100_1142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281198475820329650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SUqWCGOa6rI/AAAAAAAAAM4/KIdJTPdSkWY/s320/100_1142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SUqVb-elzTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/J9sUCZP2IM8/s1600-h/100_1138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281197820905639218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SUqVb-elzTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/J9sUCZP2IM8/s320/100_1138.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have such pretty outside decorations this year I wanted to get a picture of them. They are a little fuzzy but they are still pretty. Each of my son-in-laws took a tree and put lights in them. You can see how nice they look. The closer one shows you the snowman blow up, the lighted deer, tree and santa train. If you look real close on the porch, you can see my Mary, Joseph and Baby Jesus statue.  Then the real close one gives a good picture of the house lights and the a tree that is actually in the living room this year.  We did the lights in November when the weather was still mild.  It was great.  I love lights at Christmas.  They make me feel happy.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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/2232288923036171114-1189411065368603711?l=indescribablybailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1189411065368603711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232288923036171114&amp;postID=1189411065368603711' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/1189411065368603711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/1189411065368603711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-such-pretty-outside-decorations.html' title=''/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SUqW5aBoUZI/AAAAAAAAANA/Q20FTLrBFVE/s72-c/100_1144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232288923036171114.post-8211171922429584764</id><published>2008-08-25T17:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:51:21.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time...The Race is on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;Most of you know who much Lynn loves popcorn.&amp;#160; He has eaten so much he could pop himself but he has reached new heights. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;At first I was buying ordinary bags of popcorn but they were gone way too fast and I don't like to go to the grocery store so that much so when Abby and I found this&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SLNFcKaSZ0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/-nu-Fu3FF1U/000_0001%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="000_0001" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SLNFchr-alI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eG9Nwqg-YqU/000_0001_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" width="244" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;I thought we had struck gold.&amp;#160; It was big enough to last for a long time, 12.5 pounds.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;Not!!!!&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So when Abby and I saw this sack at Sam's Club we jumped right on the bandwagon and said this is what he needs.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; It is 50 pounds. I can't even carry it it is so heavy.&amp;#160; Now that better last more than a month.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SLNFdX20imI/AAAAAAAAAJk/oswTUWrfkUI/000_0002%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="000_0002" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SLNFdkwHTZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KNDdYWdOvpU/000_0002_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" width="244" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SLNFeDfxctI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VTBOyp077Wo/000_0007%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="000_0007" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SLNFecoCg4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/I_Pi-itWeA4/000_0007_thumb.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is the culprit popcorn popper.&amp;#160; The race is on.&amp;#160; We are betting how long it will take Lynn to eat 50 pounds of popcorn.&amp;#160; He opened it Saturday night and has started.&amp;#160; Now we all must decide what our time will be and let me know.&amp;#160; I say it will take him 2-1/2 months.&amp;#160; So let's see what the rest of you think.&amp;#160; The only good thing about popcorn is that it is not fattening, so at least he won't turn into a popcorn ball!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232288923036171114-8211171922429584764?l=indescribablybailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/8211171922429584764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232288923036171114&amp;postID=8211171922429584764' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/8211171922429584764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/8211171922429584764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-timethe-race-is-on.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Time...The Race is on.'/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SLNFchr-alI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eG9Nwqg-YqU/s72-c/000_0001_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232288923036171114.post-5282097201388138546</id><published>2008-08-14T19:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:34:26.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All is well with the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;Have you ever had an experience where you just f&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SKTciP5VsiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fAxWUejb-3M/101_0040%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="160" alt="101_0040" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SKTcit8EIDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/60fw2w5dgoA/101_0040_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;eel that all is right with the world and you feel content with your life???&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Well I had one of those days on Sunday.&amp;#160; I had every one of my family home with me and we took this wonderful family picture.&amp;#160; Twenty of us now and 1 on the way.&amp;#160; How cool is that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;The day started out as we all went to church together which is about the most wonderful thing in the world except if we were in the temple.&amp;#160; It was great.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;The we got a great barbecue ready of turkey and funeral potatoes and yummy salads.&amp;#160; Lynn had to go to some meetings and then the fun began of trying to take family pictures.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;&amp;#160; Louis and Sheridy were first.&amp;#160; You can see how much fun they had. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SKTcjyTajGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LGZhLHTNo5g/101_0037%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="160" alt="101_0037" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SKTckD8rXLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/iixtNL5jibo/101_0037_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt; Stephen is never without his cowboy hat because he eats, drinks, sleeps, dreams cowboy.&amp;#160; He is always asking if what he is eating will make him a strong cowboy.&amp;#160; (Which of course we say yes).&amp;#160; McKenzie cooperates the best of anybody and is always happy to have her picture taken and Allie was just not interested.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;Then next was Linsey and Ray.&amp;#160; Kyle is our little &amp;quot;Pablo&amp;quot; and everything he does is just plain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SKTck-foqUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/M_Oyo1ebepo/101_0047%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="160" alt="101_0047" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SKTclE__M7I/AAAAAAAAAII/YtAImKDnQ6M/101_0047_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt; cute (even if he is eating a bugger at the moment).&amp;#160; Rachel and Megan of course are just our little princesses.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SKTc7SNZisI/AAAAAAAAAI0/M8PBanGHOrg/101_0066%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SKTc7SNZisI/AAAAAAAAAI0/M8PBanGHOrg/101_0066%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;Jenny an&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SKTc7SNZisI/AAAAAAAAAI0/M8PBanGHOrg/101_0066%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="101_0066" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SKTcmGNfmGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ox3XFzPAu74/101_0066_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;d Justin have quite a challenge on their hands as the kids were just not in the mood.&amp;#160; I did get Zoey to stick her tongue out and Tyler is ready to cry, but we love them anyway.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;Lastly is Abby and Matt when everyone is hot and tired and ready to quit.&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SKTcmoecMZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fl_ivCOPJ3U/101_0057%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="101_0057" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SKTcmyUPoII/AAAAAAAAAJA/W2kB5CQkhm8/101_0057_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg" width="160" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abby even had to bribe Jeremy with $1 if he would be good and cooperate for a little while longer. Which he did to a degree.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Bailee was just happy to be wearing her new school clothes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;I was just happy to have some great pictures of my family.&amp;#160; The best is yet to come though.&amp;#160; The coup de gr&amp;#226;ce for a grandmother.&amp;#160; Just grandma and grandpa with&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SKTcnmrHBXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/7KrTOUn-0xs/101_0045%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="160" alt="101_0045" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SKTcoMBog2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/xkFgsRMSYm8/101_0045_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg" width="240" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; the most wonderful grandkids in the world.&amp;#160; They they cutest you have ever seen?&amp;#160; Of course.&amp;#160; Now you know why all was well in my world on Sunday. (Especially since this is the last time we will all be together for who knows how long!)&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#80ff80" size="3"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SKTck-foqUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/M_Oyo1ebepo/101_0047%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SKTck-foqUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/M_Oyo1ebepo/101_0047%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232288923036171114-5282097201388138546?l=indescribablybailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/5282097201388138546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232288923036171114&amp;postID=5282097201388138546' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/5282097201388138546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/5282097201388138546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-is-well-with-world.html' title='All is well with the world.'/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/granny.bailey10/SKTcit8EIDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/60fw2w5dgoA/s72-c/101_0040_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232288923036171114.post-4083933636442908405</id><published>2008-07-22T11:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:27:13.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazards of Summer</title><content type='html'>All of us anxiously await summer with bursting anticipation of all that summer means. I love to look outside and see a beautifully manicured lawn that is green and lush and inviting you to sit on it and enjoy the sweet smells of summer. This was the case this summer until the yard gnome (you know from Harry Potter) decided to play fun tricks on me. Remember yard gnomes are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;muggles&lt;/span&gt;' yards as well. I never could find them to throw them over the fence so I have been contending with them for weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green lawns are not accomplished without sprinkler systems. It's just not possible. So the yard gnome made my sprinkler electrical box stop working. Lynn looked at it decided it was a fuse and it was fixed (we thought). But no, when it got to the last setting something else went wrong and there was a message of no power to the box. Nothing Lynn did could get that message to go away. This is now 4 days with no water on my lawn in 100 degree heat.  We got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt; and Lynn went to King's Nursery for help. Oh, yes, I can get that box...... in a week. No we can't wait that long, our lawn is dying. Well maybe by Saturday. This is when my lovely lawn went to pieces. It was dry everywhere and I started trying to save it piece by piece with 1 sprinkler to my name and only 2 lengths of hose. Needless to say the lawn really got brown and ugly as you can see from the picture below. Not a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225898207377151250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SIYeu0sQ1RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vR63nI8Fx7s/s320/Dry+Lawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally the box came, the worker came to put it in and he spent approximately 1 hour putting it in. He programmed it and all was ready. Yeah, my lawn might be saved yet. I immediately turned on the sprinklers (yes, it was past 6 o'clock curfew time for water) and was a happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;camper&lt;/span&gt; again. Except I forgot about the yard gnomes. They are persistent little pests. I got up at 2:30 a.m. the next morning to go to work thinking my how nice it was to have my sprinklers again. Happy as a lark.....until it got light enough to see and low and behold my sprinklers were not on, never had been on since hitting the fateful #6 setting the day before. I wish I could have found that yard gnome. I would have wrung his neck. So call the yard man again to come see what is wrong now. Five hours later he shows up and finds the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cellunoid&lt;/span&gt; in the electrical box is bad. Do you have one? Nope, got to order it (of course). This took 4 more days before it would come. Meanwhile still trying to water with my little sprinkler. The guy came and it took him exactly 5 minutes to replace. Happy day, maybe.....I still have to see if it goes clear the cycle this time but low and behold, the water is turned off for some reason and there is no water now. Just my luck. Waited until night to see if there was water and there was so started my sprinkler. Too late to see if it goes through all the cycles, will see in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the morning what to my wondering eyes did appear but....................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225905114146440130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SIYlA2aYg8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/dhNQPEA9MxE/s320/Sprinklers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A sight for sore eyes.  Yes, glorious sprinklers every where doing their thing.  Never thought one could be so happy for sprinklers that work.   Moral of the story:  Lawn today, gone tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, I also almost got a watering ticket for watering past the curfew time.  (I'm not used to having to turn the blasted things off and so was happily going about my business until a knock came at the door.  Yup, busted for one lousy time, but he was nice and just warned me.)        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232288923036171114-4083933636442908405?l=indescribablybailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/4083933636442908405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232288923036171114&amp;postID=4083933636442908405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/4083933636442908405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/4083933636442908405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/2008/07/hazards-of-summer.html' title='Hazards of Summer'/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SIYeu0sQ1RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vR63nI8Fx7s/s72-c/Dry+Lawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232288923036171114.post-4642509145148212656</id><published>2008-05-22T11:15:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:44:22.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GO JAZZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SDWqlwGnVmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/53RGuJ7DDT4/s1600-h/church+history+museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203252510041003618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SDWqlwGnVmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/53RGuJ7DDT4/s320/church+history+museum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lynn and I went on our first date in a long time on May 9 because we had been given tickets to the Jazz play off game that night by our good friend Doug Wing. We were on the 13th row right on the half line. We decided to make a day of it and went to the Church History Museum first. Then we went to the food courts for dinner, as this was a not spend much money date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203253326084789874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SDWrVQGnVnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rmNDsY66FGQ/s320/Energy+Solutions+Arena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hurried through dinner because we thought the game started at 7:00, silly us. You can see that we have never done this before and really are not avid Jazz fans. So we sat out in front of the building and watched all the people and pre-game things going on there. I am an avid people watcher and I can pass time away on that which is what I did because we got to the Energy Solution building at 6:00 and the game didn't start until 8:30. We finally were allowed to go in at 7:00. The teams were warming up and it was quite interesting to see all that they go through to get ready for the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203254425596417666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SDWsVQGnVoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lWTyY4oeBW4/s320/Jazz+Game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take a picture of Lynn with my cell phone. This is the best I could do. The phone was getting ready to die, so could not take very many pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203254833618310802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SDWstAGnVpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/iqJwccsNF_A/s320/Jazz+Game2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lynn took my picture and he did a much better job than me. This was just before the game started. Boy, did I ever get an education on what really goes on at professional basketball games. You don't see anything on TV except the game. I have never heard so much noise in my entire life. Doug's sister-in-law was sitting by us and she kindly shared some ear plugs with us. Even with these in, the noise only calmed down to bearable. Whenever time was called, some action was going on down on the court. The Jazz dancers, throwing balls etc into the crowd, Jazz bear jumping on trampolines, something. It was amazing and quite enjoyable. You really cannot get bored at a professional basketball game. Just watching and listening to the avid fans could take your whole attention if you let it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half time was very entertaining as well because it was a playoff game and so they had an act from Las Vegas where 2 men could stand on each other with one hand and extend themselves into all kinds of positions. It was also amazing and entertaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Jazz were certainly not playing to their potential this night. They were behind by 20 points most of the night. They would catch up some and then the Lakers would pull ahead. The fans were very verbal about the refs at one point calling them names in a unison shout. The second half was spent mostly standing up as the fans in front were very intense and you couldn't see unless you stood or watched the Megatron, which was interesting also except you only saw where the ball was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 2 minutes before the game would be over and the Jazz were behind by 8. Lynn and I decided we could leave and get the parking lot and out of Salt Lake City before the rush. So we did. The Jazz surprised us and came very close to tying or winnng but losing in the end. This was a great experience for us. Everyone should go to at least one playoff game in the Energy Solution. It was illuminating and most interesting. If you ever get a chance to go, jump on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a light side note, President Monson was in the KSL box just straight across from us and it was fun to see him there. He was in his suit, very calm, but did clap at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203258200872670882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SDWvxAGnVqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kOYlccrnoco/s320/Jazz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                GO JAZZ!!!!  (NEXT YEAR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232288923036171114-4642509145148212656?l=indescribablybailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/4642509145148212656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232288923036171114&amp;postID=4642509145148212656' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/4642509145148212656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/4642509145148212656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/2008/05/go-jazz.html' title='GO JAZZ'/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SDWqlwGnVmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/53RGuJ7DDT4/s72-c/church+history+museum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232288923036171114.post-3858623154624302304</id><published>2008-05-14T11:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:39:57.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenges come in many different varieties.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend I was helping Linsey out by tending her 3 children while they went to Mesquite for their wedding anniversary. Very noble of me I might say. I had a good time driving down to New Castle listening to Michael Buble (my very favorite singer at the moment) and anticipating having a great time with the kids. Rachel is 4-1/2, Kyle 2 and Megan 2 months. I thought things were going great until I woke up Saturday morning to this!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200287583191174482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCsiAS38DVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/a7uATjEUQwE/s320/0510080754a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rachel is very quiet in the mornings and I did not hear her get up. She looks like a little indian getting ready for the war path. (Amazing that she slept through it all.) Rachel is always doing something to her sister. You would think that her eyes would go big and she would scream at the top of her lungs when she sees her sister, but not so as you can see from this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200288321925549410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCsirS38DWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jp_KT8IPCmo/s320/0510080900a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is smiling and watching everything her sister is doing.  She is cooing and so happy.  She idolizes her sister.  Now go figure that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway the rest of the weekend went by without a hitch, mostly because I never left poor Megan alone again.  Who knows what would have entered that little 4-year-old mind.  We had a great time dancing to the Wiggles, reading and colorinig together, looking at the goats and kitties the neighbors have in the back yard.  And you can bet I got plenty of kissing in from them all while I was there.  I had a great time!!!  Linsey, when you going again???    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232288923036171114-3858623154624302304?l=indescribablybailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/3858623154624302304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232288923036171114&amp;postID=3858623154624302304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/3858623154624302304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/3858623154624302304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/2008/05/challenges-come-in-many-different.html' title='Challenges come in many different varieties.'/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCsiAS38DVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/a7uATjEUQwE/s72-c/0510080754a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232288923036171114.post-498165877020028847</id><published>2008-05-08T17:52:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:15:19.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland is for the young and young at heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOTVEB7tMI/AAAAAAAAADM/O54h7WonXDc/s1600-h/100_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198160384984069314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOTVEB7tMI/AAAAAAAAADM/O54h7WonXDc/s320/100_0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what I have to do first when I go to Disneyland. I could go back to all the times we have been there and put them side by side. Maybe that would be fun to see how the family has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198161686359160018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOUg0B7tNI/AAAAAAAAADU/9DkgKOXOeyc/s320/100_0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that commercial they have on television about the mom and daughter who go to Disneyland and the mom turns into a young girl again. Well that is just what happened to me. I was having a great time with my daughter. I went on every ride there was and screamed and laughed and had a blast. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOZiUB7tOI/AAAAAAAAADc/sJACSKx8z_I/s1600-h/100_0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198167209687102690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOZiUB7tOI/AAAAAAAAADc/sJACSKx8z_I/s320/100_0294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOZ9EB7tPI/AAAAAAAAADk/dcflQEQcYKc/s1600-h/100_0367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198167669248603378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOZ9EB7tPI/AAAAAAAAADk/dcflQEQcYKc/s320/100_0367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOaV0B7tQI/AAAAAAAAADs/RknRPQ_TtIU/s1600-h/100_0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198168094450365698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOaV0B7tQI/AAAAAAAAADs/RknRPQ_TtIU/s320/100_0421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOa40B7tRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xcPNySNUcZc/s1600-h/100_0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198168695745787154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOa40B7tRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xcPNySNUcZc/s320/100_0589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOa40B7tRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xcPNySNUcZc/s1600-h/100_0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOa40B7tRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xcPNySNUcZc/s1600-h/100_0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOb10B7tSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-1IEVQLfF_8/s1600-h/100_0507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198169743717807394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOb10B7tSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-1IEVQLfF_8/s320/100_0507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOcMEB7tTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wavkZTGM35g/s1600-h/100_0431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198170125969896754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOcMEB7tTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wavkZTGM35g/s320/100_0431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean. Does this look like a 60 year old woman who just rocks all day in her rocking chair. I think not. I was a 12 year old having the time of my life. I was even brave enough to hold my hands up on about the third time down splash mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198170619891135810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOco0B7tUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FU7iz-UPPgo/s320/100_0227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just to prove that it really did get cold that first night while waiting for the Parade of Dreams. I look like I am bundled up for baseball not waiting for a parade in sunny California. April is still the best time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198171423050020178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOdXkB7tVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7SuL82EGahs/s320/100_0631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just strolling Bailee along one afternoon when suddenly I felt someone take my arm and lo and behold there was Minnie walking along with me. Now how lucky was that. She saw the kid in me too. Well, I have always wondered if they air conditioned those things some way because it would have to be hot. So here was my chance to ask. You can see from the way she is touching her forehead and she was gesturing that it was pretty hot and no they were not air conditioned. I instantly had empathy for them especially on those 100 degree days. Ouch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOfgUB7tWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MTuLUANRP9Q/s1600-h/100_0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198173772397131106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOfgUB7tWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MTuLUANRP9Q/s320/100_0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOgZUB7tXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cr0o95V6uRI/s1600-h/100_0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198174751649674610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOgZUB7tXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cr0o95V6uRI/s320/100_0143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOgw0B7tYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jPj875rEeI8/s1600-h/100_0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198175155376600450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOgw0B7tYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jPj875rEeI8/s320/100_0439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOhDEB7tZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VF02cXuumiA/s1600-h/100_0470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198175468909213074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOhDEB7tZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VF02cXuumiA/s320/100_0470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see Abby and I were everywhere together. We were just 2 kids having a great time together. There really was not one thing that we didn't do. Abby and I also got to go the Blue Bayou Restaurant for dinner one night. Now that was an awesome treat for me to be alone with my daughter having a yummy fancy dinner next to the Pirate ride, Abby's treat to boot. It was really expensive but definitely something that must be done at least once. (I decided next time I will take Lynn and then maybe he will like Disneyland a little better. He is not quite as young at heart as me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOh-0B7taI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BzsZwAEEpIY/s1600-h/100_0592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198176495406396834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOh-0B7taI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BzsZwAEEpIY/s320/100_0592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was just before we went into the Snow White Ride and we asked the worker to take our picture, so we could actually have one of all of us together. This is after I bought my hat. Everyday and I would squint my eyes and think oh, I don't need a hat and then finally on Saturday I finally gave in bought one. Think of all the squinty lines I could have saved from my face. Oh, well. Now I have one to wear every time I go to Disneyland and also to watch Jeremy's ball games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOi9kB7tbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/j7jPByVWXtI/s1600-h/100_0583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198177573443188146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOi9kB7tbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/j7jPByVWXtI/s320/100_0583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sunday our last day. This is also where I always have to have a picture. A fitting picture for the end of my blog. All good things must come to an end sadly. We had a fantastic time and made many memories that will stay with us forever. Disneyland is truly a place where wishing upon a star can make wonderful things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOa40B7tRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xcPNySNUcZc/s1600-h/100_0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232288923036171114-498165877020028847?l=indescribablybailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/498165877020028847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232288923036171114&amp;postID=498165877020028847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/498165877020028847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/498165877020028847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/2008/05/disneyland-is-for-young-and-young-at.html' title='Disneyland is for the young and young at heart.'/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SCOTVEB7tMI/AAAAAAAAADM/O54h7WonXDc/s72-c/100_0113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232288923036171114.post-6490624945296145737</id><published>2008-04-20T17:42:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:40:09.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Activites with my Kids!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAvglj2hqfI/AAAAAAAAADE/tnKruYBgVps/s1600-h/100_0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191489931358349810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAvglj2hqfI/AAAAAAAAADE/tnKruYBgVps/s320/100_0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a long winter but we did try to keep the kids involved with activities to keep them from driving us to the little white house on the hill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAvYTj2hqSI/AAAAAAAAABc/SEwfaukyZAM/s1600-h/100_0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191480826027682082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAvYTj2hqSI/AAAAAAAAABc/SEwfaukyZAM/s320/100_0163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the things we did were quite creative and others were just anything to keep their wonderful minds occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191481315653953842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAvYwD2hqTI/AAAAAAAAABk/E2L37Bbasws/s320/100_0165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried some crafts that you can see on these pictures. I think the thing they liked the best was using the glue. It was pretty fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191487307133331890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAveMz2hqbI/AAAAAAAAACk/PQMP8iterFY/s320/100_0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Saturday we decided to take just the kids bowling. We just sat and watched them and had the greatest time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAvfLj2hqdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tjRhgJCWlxc/s1600-h/100_0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191488385170123218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAvfLj2hqdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tjRhgJCWlxc/s320/100_0170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed a lot and cheered each other and surprisingly Tyler (age 2) got the highest score at over 100. Now I can't even get that high. They insisted on carrying the balls themselves and lifting it up on the holder. It was the best thing we have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191483931289037154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAvbIT2hqWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Db_ORqr6qNI/s320/100_0174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAvcFj2hqXI/AAAAAAAAACE/nRzPjIVM6dg/s1600-h/100_0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191484983556024690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAvcFj2hqXI/AAAAAAAAACE/nRzPjIVM6dg/s320/100_0243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids love to swim when we go to conference and look forward to it every year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness for tubes that keep them from drowning (although Jeremy did try that as you recall from Abby's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191485486067198338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAvciz2hqYI/AAAAAAAAACM/UyFgs_sAONc/s320/100_0249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAvexj2hqcI/AAAAAAAAACs/oIM1gH0RcSg/s1600-h/100_0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191487938493524418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAvexj2hqcI/AAAAAAAAACs/oIM1gH0RcSg/s320/100_0250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyler had just gotten stitches in his hand the day before and his hand was all wrapped up in a gauze and was not supposed to even go swimming, but who wants to be the one to tell him he had to stay out and the others could go. Not me. Of course, he got it wet but he had a blast! My favorite spot, of course, is the hot tub. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191489441732078050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAvgJD2hqeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/f0DKEXp_plg/s320/100_0248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232288923036171114-6490624945296145737?l=indescribablybailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/6490624945296145737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232288923036171114&amp;postID=6490624945296145737' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/6490624945296145737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/6490624945296145737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-activites-with-my-kids.html' title='Fun Activites with my Kids!!!'/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAvglj2hqfI/AAAAAAAAADE/tnKruYBgVps/s72-c/100_0161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232288923036171114.post-6071151902773909596</id><published>2008-04-13T14:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:50:16.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Branding was a BLAST!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAJvh7maBuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/k6486fYK28w/s1600-h/100_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188832349409380066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAJvh7maBuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/k6486fYK28w/s320/100_0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had lots of help this year and everyone had a blast. Dad cut his finger on the first cow. He claims it was an accident but I think he had an ulterior motive on how to just be the boss and not have to do any actual work.  Matt had the most fun branding and cutting the ear marks. (I have to pause in my narrative here and state that I actually taught Abby something she didn't know about deleting. She didn't know how to delete a complete word rather than just the letter. Miracles never cease) On with the story. Justin says he just kept the cows coming and didn't get to actually do the fun part as everyone wanted to do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188832856215521010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAJv_bmaBvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ssy9x8Ug7yE/s320/100_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a warm and beautiful day as you can see from the pictures. The sky was the bluest blue with no clouds in the sky. There was a slight breeze but just enough to keep everyone feeling good. We brought them lunch at a record 1:00 as they were all starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAJwf7maBwI/AAAAAAAAABE/QETyFhUJ7KE/s1600-h/100_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188833414561269506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAJwf7maBwI/AAAAAAAAABE/QETyFhUJ7KE/s320/100_0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see Dad and Eddie found the easy chairs and shade and made themselves at home watching all the fun the kids (and big kids) were having. Levi's friend Emma was quite the girl. I mean she is up for anything. She tried the whole schmo. We dared her to eat one of the Rocky Mountain oysters and she did. She washed it off, and ate it raw, chewing for a few minutes and then swallowing. YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE. It was gross to see the blood in her teeth but Matt's nephews got a huge kick out of it. She was their hero. (Which I think was her idea behind the whole thing.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAJxIrmaBxI/AAAAAAAAABM/_1x9q725gFQ/s1600-h/100_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188834114640938770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAJxIrmaBxI/AAAAAAAAABM/_1x9q725gFQ/s320/100_0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this was a record branding day as they finished by 3:00. They all came back with sunburned necks but all were saying it was a great way to spend a Saturday. (Wish you could have been there, Louis and Stephen. Maybe next year your dad will be on his rounds in Utah at the time of the branding. Make it so Daddy.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232288923036171114-6071151902773909596?l=indescribablybailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/6071151902773909596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232288923036171114&amp;postID=6071151902773909596' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/6071151902773909596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/6071151902773909596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/2008/04/branding-was-blast.html' title='Branding was a BLAST!!!!!!'/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/SAJvh7maBuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/k6486fYK28w/s72-c/100_0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232288923036171114.post-3941330411320950228</id><published>2008-04-10T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:15:21.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Oldest, My Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_66-52kjjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2aV2w3Yf4M/s1600-h/Grandkids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187789410621754930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_66-52kjjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2aV2w3Yf4M/s320/Grandkids.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Louis, Sheridy, McKenzie, Stephen, and Allison are far away from me in Kansas City, MO while Louis attends Medical School. This is his second year and the kids are growing up so fast. They have great friends and a super ward which makes it easier for me to have them far away. Pictures help me stay a little closer to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_67MZ2kjkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9v4jNniUjsA/s1600-h/McKenzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187789642549988930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_67MZ2kjkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9v4jNniUjsA/s320/McKenzie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are always doing something cute that I can brag about. They call and talk with me on the cell phone. Time is flying by. Next year McKenzie goes to kindergarten. She likes to send me things in the mail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lynn is branding the cows today and we wish Louis could be here. Stephen is a little cowboy and loves to help. Sheridy's dad and brother are coming to help. Mat and Justin will be there too. Hope the weather cooperates. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187789853003386450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_67Yp2kjlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Dg_UwNpmc50/s320/stephen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232288923036171114-3941330411320950228?l=indescribablybailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/feeds/3941330411320950228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232288923036171114&amp;postID=3941330411320950228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/3941330411320950228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232288923036171114/posts/default/3941330411320950228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indescribablybailey.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-oldest-my-only.html' title='My Oldest, My Only'/><author><name>born2bhappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10085617511162076269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_699J2kjnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VQBF4_B07mE/S220/temple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3klNeGizmSM/R_66-52kjjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2aV2w3Yf4M/s72-c/Grandkids.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
