tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163454316006814852024-03-12T20:35:07.924-06:00The Gonzalez FamilyBrittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-2723078444425594402011-05-22T01:24:00.000-06:002011-05-22T01:24:55.872-06:00Pictures I Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yX8jRD86fhQ/Tdi4GIUkgUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/pkB80PzBhes/s1600/IMAG0261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yX8jRD86fhQ/Tdi4GIUkgUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/pkB80PzBhes/s320/IMAG0261.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
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</div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-16027727541736735722011-01-08T17:27:00.000-07:002011-01-08T17:27:30.603-07:00Moving On...Over the past little while, I've thought about how I can make blogging more meaningful to me. I don't post things very often, even though I want to. So my resolution for the new year was to create a space where I can write things that actually mean something to ME. But the best way to do that, I found, was to create a separate and special place for each part of my life. Complicated? Yes! But I tend to work better when things are complicated. And so, I'm moving on to different things and I thought I'd extend an invitation to you to tag along if you'd like. <br />
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Like I say, these blogs are a little less generic that the one you are reading now. If you look once and never look again, that's totally fine with me. But understand that they are my attempt at acting on inspiration, and I really feel a sense of "rightness" when I post each day. <br />
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Of course, I'll still post pictures and tidbits to this site every now and then. But I'll be busy keeping my other (lets count here...) six blogs!<br />
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Here are the links to the new ones. They are still works in progress, so be patient. Hope to see you there!<br />
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<a href="http://deargibson.blogspot.com/">http://deargibson.blogspot.com/</a><br />
<a href="http://deargeorgiagirl.blogspot.com/">http://deargeorgiagirl.blogspot.com/</a><br />
<a href="http://dearlubeloved.blogspot.com/">http://dearlubeloved.blogspot.com/</a><br />
<a href="http://brittneysownblog.blogspot.com/">http://brittneysownblog.blogspot.com/</a>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-49861711620392459882010-10-27T00:35:00.000-06:002010-10-27T00:35:04.570-06:00Good Ideas for HireIt's 12:27 and I can't go to sleep. I have too many ideas in my head! And 90% of them are good. Well, at least I <em>think</em> they're good. <br />
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Just to clue you in, the current ones rattling in my head...<br />
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Could make a lot of money<br />
Could solve the pillow problem<br />
Could work in primary<br />
Could be the way to solve the patient issue at work<br />
Could be a way to make my friend's blog idea be AWESOME<br />
Could be a way for my other friend to get her daughter out of the bathroom and into bed<br />
Could taste good for dinner tomorrow<br />
Could require a trip or two to Walmart<br />
Could be the color for the upstairs<br />
Could make a great blog post on the primary blog<br />
Could make a totally hilarious Christmas gift<br />
Could be a cute necklace...<br />
...bracelet...<br />
...hairclip...<br />
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Miracle! I can't think of any other "thinks" that I'm thinking right now! So that clears it up. I knew that writing them down would help.<br />
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Sweet dreams!Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-44659855078379244412010-10-13T00:14:00.001-06:002010-10-13T00:15:08.584-06:00Oh, my Georgia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TLVMXVHDe3I/AAAAAAAAAjI/VstT2Ivmo5c/s1600/IMAG0104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TLVMXVHDe3I/AAAAAAAAAjI/VstT2Ivmo5c/s320/IMAG0104.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No words for this one. Just too cute!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TLVMbPzKGzI/AAAAAAAAAjM/eu8cNpWivlE/s1600/IMAG0106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TLVMbPzKGzI/AAAAAAAAAjM/eu8cNpWivlE/s320/IMAG0106.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy 3rd Birthday!! She really wanted a "Dinkerbell" cake, and we got lucky - although she refused to go near the candles, so I had to blow them out for her!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TLVMe0OMHAI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/xVUuCWGtaZk/s1600/IMAG0113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TLVMe0OMHAI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/xVUuCWGtaZk/s320/IMAG0113.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">All decked out in the birthday booty - a princess leotard, tutu, purse, Barbie, Strawberry Shortcake movie, 2 headbands, high heels, and you can't tell from the picture but her nails were freshly painted and she had a lovely shade of pink lipstick on. Yes. Underneath that tough exterior she's a girly girl at heart.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, how we love our little Georgia!</div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-45478165411896281242010-10-01T14:13:00.000-06:002010-10-01T14:13:59.147-06:00Great Day<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com//mmps/RECIPIENT/005_6075f6031d07a636_1/2?inviteToken=xESrzWhCPmUCx5xa8ogQ&limitsize=258,258&outquality=90&squareoutput=255,255,255&ext=.jpg&iconifyVideo=true&wm=1" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com//mmps/RECIPIENT/005_6075f6031d07a636_1/2?inviteToken=xESrzWhCPmUCx5xa8ogQ&limitsize=258,258&outquality=90&squareoutput=255,255,255&ext=.jpg&iconifyVideo=true&wm=1" /></a>I just picked Gibson up from school, and he had a great day. He ran out of the school smiling from ear to ear and waving at me, then got into the car and said, "Mom, I had a great day." I have to work today, so he's spending the afternoon with Grandpa Gary, and he looked like he was on the verge of laughing all the way to Grandpa's house. Here's how the conversation went:</div><br />
How was school?<br />
Great. <br />
What did you do? <br />
Everything. <br />
What's everything? <br />
We went to recess, got a drink, learned. It was great.<br />
Why are you so happy?<br />
Because! I'm just so excited!<br />
About what?<br />
Everything! I just had a really great day!<br />
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He was perma-grin and I don't know why. Now I'm perma-grin just thinking about it. <br />
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Thanks to Gibson for giving me a reason to smile and remember how grateful I am for 2 amazing and beautiful children. It really is a great day!Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-61055424298553950382010-09-22T22:33:00.000-06:002010-09-22T22:33:37.894-06:00I've been neglecting this blog lately, but with good reason! I've started a couple of blogs related to my primary calling - one for the families in our ward with links to the songs we're singing, weekly updates on what we're doing in singing time, and ideas on how to incorporate our songs and activities at home and in family home evening. The other one is for fellow choristers and primary workers with ideas on props, song reviews, and little tricks I learn along the way. I know that a couple of you that read this blog are in primary, so I thought I'd pass them along just in case you or someone in your various wards might find them helpful. Anyway, I hope you check them out! <br />
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<a href="http://afprimarymusic.blogspot.com">http://afprimarymusic.blogspot.com</a><br />
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<a href="http://afprimarysingingtime.blogspot.com">http://afprimarysingingtime.blogspot.com</a>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-22752048760378954922010-09-15T00:04:00.000-06:002010-09-15T00:04:38.962-06:00Too FastMy kids are growing up too fast. I hate it. I could elaborate, but you all know exactly what I mean. So that's it - there's just nothing more to say!Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-62787410489196281832010-08-09T15:18:00.002-06:002010-08-09T15:48:09.431-06:00New Cut, New Clothes, New CallingThe past few weeks have been very interesting, to say the least. I finally got fed up with my hair, and chopped it all off. Sadly, I have no picture of the new 'do, but will wait for a good hair day and post one then. It's short, sassy, and I'm back to blonde after a 2 year hiatus from getting my hair colored. To go along with the spunk on the top half, I decided I needed some new clothes to fit the look. Thanks to my husband, I have a nice little stockpile of winter basics just waiting for the weather to calm down and cool off. <br /><br />Of course, with all of this transformation going on, I couldn't leave out the most important aspect of my life, and that's the gospel and my testimony. A new calling came right in the midst of all of this, and really gave me a chance (I say gave, but it is still giving) to turn to the Lord in thought and prayer. I always appreciate opportunities that cause me to cast away my daily cares and focus on what's really important. So, what is this new calling, you ask? Primary chorister. I know that for some of you that sounds like lots of fun, and you're thinking, "Oh, you're going to LOVE that calling!" I'm sure that's true, but it's also the one calling I <em><span style="color:#33cc00;">SWORE</span></em> I would <em><span style="color:#33cc00;">NEVER</span></em> accept. Even as I was saying a reluctant yes, my mind was screaming NO!!! I was sad to leave my Laurels, and let's face it - performing for a crowd is really not my favorite thing to do. So, for many reasons, I cried for 5 days straight every time I thought about the task ahead. When I was sustained in Sacrament Meeting, I had to leave right after and go have a "moment" in the ladies room. After a sufficient mourning period, I set to work to find some inspiration online. I found a lot of great ideas, but still no inspiration. Then I came across the most wonderful blog, called <a href="http://thechildrensing.blogspot.com/">The Children Sing</a>. There was a particular post that caught my attention as I scrolled through her posts. In it, she quotes Zechariah 2:10, "Sing and rejoice, O daughter of Zion, for, lo, I come, and I will dwell in the midst of thee, saith the Lord." She then says, "Would any of us refuse such an invitation by the Lord to sing? If the act of singing will bring the Lord to dwell with me I want to be the first in line! We can all sing together. Let's do it now and bring him quickly." That was it. That was the answer to my prayers. Over the past days, I have had a great peace about this new and daunting task. Every time I start to feel overwhelmed, I remind myself to "sing and rejoice." We are daughters of Zion, and we have so much to be joyful about. This is truly the right place for me to be right now, and I know that. I just felt like I needed to share that experience with you, more out of gratitude than anything else. <br /><br />So upward and onward! I have puppets to make!Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-83532012980672638252010-07-13T10:48:00.003-06:002010-07-13T10:55:26.097-06:00Dance Recital<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TDyZktvmDoI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Vas7mNKJv_c/s1600/IMAG0059+(2).jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493434501518724738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TDyZktvmDoI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Vas7mNKJv_c/s400/IMAG0059+(2).jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>So pretty!</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TDyZkZ0MrJI/AAAAAAAAAiI/_Ky2-g-_cXU/s1600/IMAG0062+(2).jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493434496169323666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TDyZkZ0MrJI/AAAAAAAAAiI/_Ky2-g-_cXU/s400/IMAG0062+(2).jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TDyZjy6-S-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/yEhFHgYPEaI/s1600/IMAG0063+(2).jpg"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TDyZjQunX_I/AAAAAAAAAh4/toDNe9pUzLo/s1600/IMAG0065+(2).jpg"></a></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>Gorgeous curls, thanks to Auntie!</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TDyaGKoPk0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/KOGxMfLwRoA/s1600/IMAG0063+(2).jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493435076208202562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TDyaGKoPk0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/KOGxMfLwRoA/s400/IMAG0063+(2).jpg" /></a><br /></div><div></div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Uh, what's going on? <div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TDyZjQunX_I/AAAAAAAAAh4/toDNe9pUzLo/s1600/IMAG0065+(2).jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493434476550119410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TDyZjQunX_I/AAAAAAAAAh4/toDNe9pUzLo/s400/IMAG0065+(2).jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>The whole troupe</div></div></div></div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-33548113351041515142010-07-13T10:26:00.003-06:002010-07-13T10:48:33.496-06:00Meet Oscar...Finally!I've been meaning to introduce you to this little guy for a year now! Here's the story of how Oscar came into our family -<br /><br />Our family dog Belle died last August, and it was a really difficult time for all of us, since she really was our "sissy." My parents were having a particularly hard time with the loss, and the next day my grandma encouraged my mom to stop and see a litter of beagle puppies that someone was selling. One thing led to another, and two days after we buried Belle we brought home not one, but 3 baby beagles! My mom got Emmy, my brother got Pogi, and we got Oscar! They are all from the same litter, and man - what sweet puppies they are! They get together almost every day to play, and each of their personalities fits perfectly with their families. <br /><br />Here are some fun facts about Oscar:<br />- He is a total mama's boy<br />- He loves to snuggle<br />- He's the biggest of the three<br />- We call him and Emmy the twins, because their coloring is identical - every hair is the same!<br />- He loves eating his poop<br />- He has a terrible sense of smell, which is unusual for a beagle<br />- He loves Gibson and Georgia, and puts up with a lot of pokes and squeezes from them<br />- His favorite thing to do is go for rides in the car. Whenever we run errands that don't require getting out of the car (bank, car wash, etc) he gets to come with us.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TDyVB41JcGI/AAAAAAAAAho/slqa5l3GaS4/s1600/IMAG0090.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493429505152872546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TDyVB41JcGI/AAAAAAAAAho/slqa5l3GaS4/s400/IMAG0090.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Being obedient.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TDyVBUgiMkI/AAAAAAAAAhg/rHZJuPVy5fk/s1600/IMAG0069+(2).jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493429495402738242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TDyVBUgiMkI/AAAAAAAAAhg/rHZJuPVy5fk/s400/IMAG0069+(2).jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Wet face after playing in the water<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TDyVZGe4voI/AAAAAAAAAhw/tX-4BgL42xQ/s1600/P6200095.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493429903954591362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/TDyVZGe4voI/AAAAAAAAAhw/tX-4BgL42xQ/s400/P6200095.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Happy 1st Birthday, Oscar! -June 20, 2010Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-40923970125778315882010-04-06T22:33:00.003-06:002010-04-06T22:59:14.012-06:00Eye Candy<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wL7M6QXiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/xz7QETR2owA/s1600/GetAttachment%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457249960171953698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wL7M6QXiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/xz7QETR2owA/s400/GetAttachment%5B7%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wOK9jZsTI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-NNPXFNvTqc/s1600/GetAttachment%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457252429950726450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wOK9jZsTI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-NNPXFNvTqc/s400/GetAttachment%5B6%5D.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wOKdqQOcI/AAAAAAAAAhE/87YfmPda_ec/s1600/GetAttachment%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 336px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457252421389531586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wOKdqQOcI/AAAAAAAAAhE/87YfmPda_ec/s400/GetAttachment%5B8%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wOKBatonI/AAAAAAAAAg8/MThJT5_VEn4/s1600/GetAttachment%5B10%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457252413808157298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wOKBatonI/AAAAAAAAAg8/MThJT5_VEn4/s400/GetAttachment%5B10%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wOJm9OekI/AAAAAAAAAgs/g9sZpvCBDnc/s1600/GetAttachment%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457252406705158722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wOJm9OekI/AAAAAAAAAgs/g9sZpvCBDnc/s400/GetAttachment%5B3%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wL8yXLPPI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ELvzVUGuhHw/s1600/GetAttachment%5B4%5D+(3).jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457249987405233394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wL8yXLPPI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ELvzVUGuhHw/s400/GetAttachment%5B4%5D+(3).jpg" /></a> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wL8tTN2xI/AAAAAAAAAgc/5fqkj_Vdd2U/s1600/GetAttachment%5B10%5D+(2).jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457249986046450450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wL8tTN2xI/AAAAAAAAAgc/5fqkj_Vdd2U/s400/GetAttachment%5B10%5D+(2).jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wL8F8cWBI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4hq2K08VXh8/s1600/GetAttachment%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457249975481948178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wL8F8cWBI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4hq2K08VXh8/s400/GetAttachment%5B5%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wL75TsyAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/65o4lLf4H5U/s1600/GetAttachment%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457249972089833474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wL75TsyAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/65o4lLf4H5U/s400/GetAttachment%5B2%5D.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wOJ2iegoI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ZACimEwbDOM/s1600/GetAttachment%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457252410887930498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S7wOJ2iegoI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ZACimEwbDOM/s400/GetAttachment%5B4%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-34900351851503921332010-02-17T22:16:00.002-07:002010-02-17T23:00:11.338-07:00Kids UpdateA little update on what the kids have been up to these past few months (these pictures are from the fall, obviously. My sister took them, and they're precious! They haven't changed much since then, except that Georgia's hair is about 3 inches longer. I'll post more current pictures soon.)<br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S3zNehHVc4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/59zdoYaLWEU/s1600-h/14338_165459976790_523116790_3315921_4363989_n%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439448374125622146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S3zNehHVc4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/59zdoYaLWEU/s400/14338_165459976790_523116790_3315921_4363989_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br />Gibson is doing really well in preschool, and is growing up to be a really handsome little guy. He is, for the most part, an incredibly easy-going and happy little boy. He turned 5 in January, and can't wait for kindergarten. It's hard to believe that we're there already! We discovered today that he doesn't really like needles - here's how: I had an appointment today to get a shot in my shoulder. My grandpa came, along with Gibson. The doctor came in and did the shot, and when he left I noticed Gibson was laying on the floor. <br /><br />Me: Gibson, let's get going.<br />Gibson: No, I just want to lay down. (I pull him up and make him stand)<br />Nurse: Hey buddy, you look really pale. Do you want a drink of water?<br />Gibson: No, I'm ok (eyes roll back and he passes out on the floor!)<br />Everyone around: Holy crap! He totally passed out! Ensuing laughter.<br /><br />He came to pretty quickly, then went out to the lobby where he proceeded to throw up.<br /><br />Gibson: Blaaaat (that's the sound of him puking)<br />Me: Are you ok?<br />Gibson: Now THAT feels better. (eyes roll back and he passes out in the chair)<br /><br />My grandpa picked up his limp little body and carried him out with his arm around his stomach, his body flopping over. Another throw up in the parking lot. Set him in the car, and try to make him understand that he CANNOT throw up in the car! He slept in the car, and about 15 minutes later he woke up, good as new, and said that he really didn't like that doctor and he never wants to go there again!<br /><br />So that's the funny story of the day. I wanted to make sure to write that one down!<br /><br />As for what else he's up to, he loves monster trucks and robots, is learning to play the Wii, still loves to draw and read, and just have a good time with his family. His best buddy is my grandpa, and he loves every minute he gets to spend with him. He also loves playing with our dog, Oscar. He hates long sleeves, and likes his hair to look like a T-Rex, whatever that means. He is very compassionate, and has an extremely tender heart. We joke that to discipline Gibson you just have to give him the stink-eye, but with Georgia you have to pull out the big guns and really get in her face. They are SOOO different!! Speaking of our little princess (of darkness!)...<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S3zNea_VVSI/AAAAAAAAAf0/x3qVqSd_Ghg/s1600-h/14338_165459736790_523116790_3315918_2470370_n%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439448372481447202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/S3zNea_VVSI/AAAAAAAAAf0/x3qVqSd_Ghg/s400/14338_165459736790_523116790_3315918_2470370_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Georgia is HILARIOUS. And I was totally kidding about the princess of darkness thing. She has a personality as big as her hair, and lets everyone know it. She loves playing with dolls, pushing dolls in the stroller, feeding dolls, changing doll diapers, putting dolls down for naps, giving dolls baths...notice a trend? She also loves talking on the phone (which is usually a calculator, block, or other rectangular device). Mostly she talks to "Goppa," my grandpa Gary. Typical conversation:<br /><br />Ning Ning! Hey Goppa. Sup? Yo-kay? Good. Oh Goppa. Uh funny. Uh happen? Yo-kay? I kiss it. Mwah! Ok goppa. Yuh-you. See yater. Bye Goppa. Ning Ning!<br /><br />And so it goes, over and over and over again with only slight variation. Because she's the little mommy, she is very bossy. I wonder where she gets the idea that mommies are bossy? But she's sweet as candy and gives the best kisses. She can count to 10, and sings the first and last parts of the alphabet. The whole H-S thing continues to illude her. She loves "rocking out" in the car with the music up loud, jumping, wearing jewelry and "peppess" (princess) shoes, hitting Gibson, and standing in front of the TV just to be annoying.<br /><br />So that's a little bit of an update on the kids! More to come at some point, I'm sure!Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-66553623284391736582010-01-04T20:55:00.002-07:002010-01-04T21:29:28.838-07:00UpdateHappy New Year! Since my last post, not much has happened and yet so much at the same time. On the job note, Lu will be going back to Sprint next week in their retail division. This has been a hard thing for me to swallow, and I'll tell you why -- 2-1/2 years ago, Lu decided to leave Sprint after 4 years of working there because they made it clear to him that he was not going to be promoted out of his sales rep position because he was "too valuable where he was." That was really discouraging, so when a manager position came up at AT&T he jumped on it. We knew we had done the right thing and made the right move. Then a year later, he was laid off and moved over to Qwest. Again, right thing/right move. Then a year later, laid off again. Darn corporate downsizing!! Anyhoo, we are right back to where we left off at Sprint, albeit one rung lower on the ladder since he is only going to be a rep and not a lead. So for a while I was a little upset that we worked so hard to get away from Sprint and into a company that would provide opportunities for advancement only to end up back at Sprint!! But I've been praying a lot and at this point I know that this is exactly where Lu needs (and wants) to be. It's a significant drop in pay, but he'll be happy and that's what is most important right now since the last couple of years have been pretty miserable. We are just really grateful that the opportunity came up - it was really random and definitely meant to be! (<em>side story - we went to Costco for a hot dog and ran into a girl Lu used to work with at the Orem Sprint store. she is now the manager in Orem, and asked what Lu was up to. Lu told her about the job situation, she said "wow, crazy timing, we are hiring in January, if you want the job it's yours. random for 2 reasons - #1 she lives in Orem and was only in American Fork because she was picking up her son's friend, and #2 both of our families had a hankering for a hot dog on the same night at the same time!!)</em> <br /><br />Ok, so that takes care of the job update. Christmas was great, the kids had a ball. Our camera is broken however, so we don't have any pictures until we get together with other family members and see if they got some of the kids. It was a really simple Christmas, but we got some amazing gifts nonetheless. We got patio sets, dishes, movie gift cards, an awesome cookbook for me, tools for Lu, and the kids of course got spoiled beyond necessity. It was fun to eat and play and rest over the long weekend.<br /><br />I am really excited for the new year. It's a new opportunity to make myself a better person, mom, wife, sister, daughter, and friend. It's a chance to learn new things, master old things, find discipline, joy, hope, laughter, and strengthen my testimony. I can eat better, exercise better, love better, sleep better. Speak nicer, look nicer, be nicer. Be more productive, be more organized, be more helpful. Focus on the bright side, focus on the Savior, focus on learning new things every day. The last year was challenging, and no doubt 2010 will bring new challenges. But I'm optimistic about what the future will bring, and look forward to putting as much time between me and 2009 as possible!! Good luck to you all in your resolutions! Bye for now!Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-16082264131769989942009-11-11T21:49:00.003-07:002009-11-11T22:22:20.992-07:00Here I AmIt's been a long time, I know. And I've had several of you ask where I've been for such a long time! Truth is, I've sat down at least a dozen times to post something, but words just haven't come. It's not that there's nothing going on, it's just that I haven't been in the best state of mind lately. Let me explain, without sounding like I'm griping or at all ungrateful for the life that I live...<br /><br />The bottom line is that I'm tired and overwhelmed and a little bit defeated. The past few months have been difficult for a lot of different reasons, with work and bills and other obligations. Lu found out last week that he's being laid off as of tomorrow (the 12th). Work is hard right now because I really miss my kids and I hate that I have to work to make ends meet. I feel like we work so hard with nothing to show for it (I'm speaking in worldly terms here - in the terms that matter, we are richly blessed). There are certain things that are just out of reach, and frankly - I'm bitter. I'm bitter that I have to put my kids in daycare and every day I see women dropping hundreds of dollars on Botox. I'm bitter that Lu works his butt off every day so his supervisors can play golf and he's the one that's dealt the short stick. In some ways I know that things happen for a reason, and I know that everything works out - I do. But right now the journey is, let's say, a little harder than I prefer. <br /><br />That being said, I am SO grateful for the healing power of the Atonement. Even though I obviously have some feelings that I need to work through, there is still a peace that I feel when I pray for comfort, guidance, and sometimes just the strength to make it through the day. Our challenges are so unique, and I recognize the heat of the refiner's fire. I'm getting quite used to it actually. Sometimes I wish I could just learn what it is that I'm supposed to learn already and be done with it. Other times I see clearly the path that I'm taking and I'm okay with it. <br /><br />Even in all of the financial/employment turmoil that we find ourselves in, we have a lot to be grateful for. I have found a lot of joy in my life despite some of the challenges and disappointments, and I've been blessed with amazing family and friends. I guess if I'm going to be stuck in this rut for the rest of my life I will at least be in good company!<br /><br />I'm sorry for the lapse in communication. As you can tell, I've been working on a few things that still need some thought, prayer, repentance, and a little bit of surrender. Over the next little while I'll post some pictures and tidbits about the kids (they are growing so fast!) and all of their shenanigans. I've been keeping up with all of your blogs, however, and it's fun to see all that you've been doing. So many pregnancies! Crazy! I'm really jealous. Anyway, don't think less of me for my bad attitude. I'm working on it, I promise!Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-74043061214728898912009-07-12T10:50:00.010-06:002009-07-15T15:44:16.279-06:00We HAVE Been Up to Something...I've just been too lazy to post anything lately! So, here's a rundown of the past month and all that happened, and a few pictures, too! <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><ul><li>Georgia got her first in-salon haircut, at an adorable little place called <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.haircutsarefun.com">Cookie Cutters</a>. Before the cut, her hair was looking pretty shaggy. The funny part was that the top was so heavy it was hanging stick-straight - but the bottom was growing in super curly! The trick was to even it out a little...the end result is pretty cute! Sorry some of the pictures didn't get rotated before I attached them!</li></ul><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4jJgWYSTI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZZb_1A10HsY/s1600-h/IMGP2015.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358759252827064626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4jJgWYSTI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZZb_1A10HsY/s320/IMGP2015.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4jJ2jlZWI/AAAAAAAAAeU/fKCAmaPKJt8/s1600-h/IMGP2019.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358759258788029794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4jJ2jlZWI/AAAAAAAAAeU/fKCAmaPKJt8/s320/IMGP2019.JPG" /></a></p><ul><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4jKSFydBI/AAAAAAAAAec/QqYmsSGCIzY/s1600-h/IMGP2025.JPG"></a></ul><ul></ul><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl5AF4QKSeI/AAAAAAAAAfU/HZo8625u86Y/s1600-h/IMGP2117.JPG"></a><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4kWNH4BOI/AAAAAAAAAes/uNUHLjDUQS4/s1600-h/IMGP2035.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358760570515883234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4kWNH4BOI/AAAAAAAAAes/uNUHLjDUQS4/s320/IMGP2035.JPG" /></a></p><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4jKhhpw8I/AAAAAAAAAek/uT26OG2WYyQ/s1600-h/IMGP2030.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358759270322652098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4jKhhpw8I/AAAAAAAAAek/uT26OG2WYyQ/s320/IMGP2030.JPG" /></a></p><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4kWfBfgZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/xnreTk754ew/s1600-h/IMGP2053.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358760575320949138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4kWfBfgZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/xnreTk754ew/s320/IMGP2053.JPG" /></a><br /></p><ul><li>We went to the Air Show up at Hill Air Force Base with Jake, Jenell, Jerik and Jackson. We had a great time, and the kids LOVED the planes! The motorcycle Gibson is standing in front of is the Air Force Chopper that was featured on TLC's American Chopper. He was SO excited! He loves motorcycles! Too bad Lu wasn't there to see it!</li></ul><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4hx0RX83I/AAAAAAAAAdc/r4jQcbLx1_I/s1600-h/IMGP1936.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358757746346292082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4hx0RX83I/AAAAAAAAAdc/r4jQcbLx1_I/s320/IMGP1936.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4hyJ0W-vI/AAAAAAAAAdk/TWHBKkDiaLw/s1600-h/IMGP1944.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358757752130173682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4hyJ0W-vI/AAAAAAAAAdk/TWHBKkDiaLw/s320/IMGP1944.JPG" /></a></p><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4hysl8qkI/AAAAAAAAAds/yxuW7SKZU20/s1600-h/IMGP1945.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358757761464969794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4hysl8qkI/AAAAAAAAAds/yxuW7SKZU20/s320/IMGP1945.JPG" /></a></p><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4hzGkswdI/AAAAAAAAAd0/RxUOJhlEB6g/s1600-h/IMGP1951.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358757768439054802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4hzGkswdI/AAAAAAAAAd0/RxUOJhlEB6g/s320/IMGP1951.JPG" /></a></p><ul><li>Gibson got all signed up for pre-kindergarten at <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.americanlegacyacademy.org">American Legacy Academy</a>, and is so excited!</li><br /><li>Lu's nephew Ephraim got married to a cute girl named Jen. It was the first time in a long time that we had a chance to visit with Lu's family, and we had a really good time.</li><br /><li>I got to go to the Manti Pageant with my mom and grandparents. We spent the night there and had a great time driving around and visiting for 2 days! The last time I was on a trip with those three was in high school and we went to DisneyWorld. I hadn't seen the pageant since college, and it was amazing. It was also the first time I'd been back to Manti since Lu and I got married there! </li></ul><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4hzqfkAgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/AdSPQ6MVIVU/s1600-h/IMGP2003.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358757778081186306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4hzqfkAgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/AdSPQ6MVIVU/s320/IMGP2003.JPG" /></a></p><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4jJXwFKLI/AAAAAAAAAeE/zX7KK2QELNE/s1600-h/IMGP2007.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358759250518943922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4jJXwFKLI/AAAAAAAAAeE/zX7KK2QELNE/s320/IMGP2007.JPG" /></a></p><ul><li>Lu and I celebrated our 7th Anniversary on July 6th!<br /></li><li>The kids and I spent some quality time with Grandpa Gary and Grandma Arloa at Cabela's, where we got some stinkin' cute pictures of them.</li></ul><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4kXr0xidI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZM1uhfn3yDY/s1600-h/IMGP2116.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358760595937135058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4kXr0xidI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZM1uhfn3yDY/s320/IMGP2116.JPG" /></a></p><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl5AGtU44EI/AAAAAAAAAfc/hoIu-Up1Y-o/s1600-h/IMGP2118.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358791090608070722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl5AGtU44EI/AAAAAAAAAfc/hoIu-Up1Y-o/s320/IMGP2118.JPG" /></a></p><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl5AF4QKSeI/AAAAAAAAAfU/HZo8625u86Y/s1600-h/IMGP2117.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358791076361161186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl5AF4QKSeI/AAAAAAAAAfU/HZo8625u86Y/s320/IMGP2117.JPG" /></a></p><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4kXJtXm8I/AAAAAAAAAfE/SEoeaa1qNfo/s1600-h/IMGP2110.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358760586779270082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl4kXJtXm8I/AAAAAAAAAfE/SEoeaa1qNfo/s320/IMGP2110.JPG" /></a></p><p><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl5AINAjrBI/AAAAAAAAAfs/29Zn58KHXUA/s1600-h/IMGP2127.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358791116292598802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl5AINAjrBI/AAAAAAAAAfs/29Zn58KHXUA/s320/IMGP2127.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl5AHfgzOkI/AAAAAAAAAfk/LIsHd3lVXsY/s1600-h/IMGP2124.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358791104079804994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sl5AHfgzOkI/AAAAAAAAAfk/LIsHd3lVXsY/s320/IMGP2124.JPG" /></a></p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxk7RscF9qDoPFD_QOY4Z5-AyTAlMErBAn6RCU0Bk6Z-5sPj5RbRRGvQ2msEidkpN1tge9pNaLpkhaaJOQsbg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><ul><li>I started working 2 days a week in the office, so the kids are hanging out at Jenell's house. She's been taking tons of pictures of the kids, but I'll have to post those when I get them from her.</li><br /><li>I spent three days with the Young Women at Youth Conference. Lu got to take 2 days off of work to spend with the kids while I was gone, and they had lots of fun. I had fun, too, of course!</li></ul></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-26420615257790879992009-06-03T16:39:00.004-06:002009-06-03T16:46:28.514-06:00Laundry Day CollectionI am always amazed and amused at the things that come out of the laundry. I don't clean out pockets, but that is something I may consider doing after this week's haul. After our usual 6 loads of laundry, here is what I found (I'm guessing that most of it came from Gibson's pockets - little boys find such enviable treasures!)...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sib8ReUzqQI/AAAAAAAAAcg/w6nVqQTq_A8/s1600-h/IMGP1927.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343235385049983234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sib8ReUzqQI/AAAAAAAAAcg/w6nVqQTq_A8/s320/IMGP1927.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />2 large rocks, a plastic egg (what?! that's so weird), 6 small rocks, a spring, a weird white clip of some sort, a peach pit, a black bead, 4 beans, and 45 cents. Not bad!Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-72755566290076292392009-06-01T14:05:00.004-06:002009-06-01T14:31:46.787-06:00Grave RobbersLet me preface this post by telling you that I LOVE living by the cemetery. If I didn't have the knowledge of the Atonement and live in a place where the bulk of the people buried here have that same knowledge, I don't think I would enjoy it quite as much. But it is a truly peaceful and joyful place to be.<br /><br />I love seeing families gather together and pay tribute to their loved ones. I especially love the funerals of public servants and military personnel. We have had 2 soldiers that died in Iraq buried there - one of them had a processional for over a mile up to the cemetery and hundreds of people gathered on the sidewalks and raised their hands to their hearts as his casket was driven up the street draped in the American flag. Scouts in full uniform from several stakes lined the road on both sides and held flags. It seemed like the entire city was silent - it is one of the most reverent experiences I have ever had. And when a former fire chief was buried, 2 of the fire trucks extended their ladders and came together to form an arch over the entrance of the cemetery - SO cool! Anyway, the cemetery is a beautiful place, and you really can't complain about noisy neighbors!<br /><br />So, this may sound creepy but I assure you - it's not. Each Memorial Day, thousands of flowers are placed on graves by family members. A week later, the city cleans up all of the flowers and puts them in garbage bags to take to the dump. Anyone that knows about it can go there and pick up some of the bags and keep whatever is inside! I have gone over there for the past 3 years to gather mums for my yard. This year we picked up 6 huge bags and divided the booty between myself, my mom and sister, and 3 of my neighbors. It's always fun(ny) to drive through the cemetery and pick out the perfect bags. This year we got some really good things!<br /><br />Here is my portion of the haul from this year's venture...<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQ42xShAfI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/mYYcjAOsfSM/s1600-h/IMGP1924.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342457571563340274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQ42xShAfI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/mYYcjAOsfSM/s320/IMGP1924.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Most of the flowers in my yard have come from the cemetery, especially the mums. They come back bigger every year! Here is one of them from last year...<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQ43Gc7DLI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ZNlbOTVXDTk/s1600-h/IMGP1926.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342457577244134578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQ43Gc7DLI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ZNlbOTVXDTk/s320/IMGP1926.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So if you still think it's creepy, just think of us as less "grave-robber" and more "dumpster-diver." It's better than throwing them in the garbage, right?!Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-56436404803242957212009-06-01T13:58:00.002-06:002009-06-01T14:02:07.885-06:00Wet 'N' WildGibson LOVES getting wet in the sprinkler. By sprinkler I mean me holding the hose and squirting him. The drinking pictures are my favorite!!<br /><br /> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQzKCm6qII/AAAAAAAAAcI/zV06Pkekb74/s1600-h/IMGP1919.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342451305560057986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQzKCm6qII/AAAAAAAAAcI/zV06Pkekb74/s320/IMGP1919.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQzJy8f0GI/AAAAAAAAAcA/U_-mTeZJH4o/s1600-h/IMGP1918.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342451301355606114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQzJy8f0GI/AAAAAAAAAcA/U_-mTeZJH4o/s320/IMGP1918.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQzJTkBNqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/W5FvT6lPXmo/s1600-h/IMGP1917.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342451292931438242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQzJTkBNqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/W5FvT6lPXmo/s320/IMGP1917.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-36537291526684219832009-06-01T13:27:00.002-06:002009-06-01T13:58:02.897-06:00Landscaping the Backyard Part 1Well, four years after we moved here, we are finally getting around to doing our backyard! You can see from the pictures that it's pretty much a weedy wasteland back there, but not for long! Thanks to my grandparents, we are putting the sprinkler system and lawn in with leftovers from their yard that they are putting in right now. So I'll keep you updated on the progress, but here is what's up so far!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQtAJflPaI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jjNU9xOKJfI/s1600-h/IMGP1915.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342444538539883938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQtAJflPaI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jjNU9xOKJfI/s320/IMGP1915.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Who knew that utility trailers made such great play-pens?! Georgia spent over an hour in ours just playing in the dirt. Doesn't she look like a little farm-girl?<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQs_09s46I/AAAAAAAAAbo/fPaSgaz3nPA/s1600-h/IMGP1911.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342444533029069730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQs_09s46I/AAAAAAAAAbo/fPaSgaz3nPA/s320/IMGP1911.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Gibson and I hanging out while Lu does all the hard work with the trencher.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQs_v3V_QI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jDOQwpff3dg/s1600-h/IMGP1910.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342444531660225794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQs_v3V_QI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jDOQwpff3dg/s320/IMGP1910.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This was the hardest job - getting the trenching done. At least now it's over, and we can move on to the fun part! <br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQs_MAkixI/AAAAAAAAAbY/PESp-ZO5nmw/s1600-h/IMGP1907.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342444522035251986" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQs_MAkixI/AAAAAAAAAbY/PESp-ZO5nmw/s320/IMGP1907.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Our beautiful new tree - the first (intentional) sign of life back there!<br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQs-5ywvjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/AOpUZtjmTo0/s1600-h/IMGP1906.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342444517145493042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SiQs-5ywvjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/AOpUZtjmTo0/s320/IMGP1906.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Our gigantic back patio (there used to be a swimming pool there that's been filled in). We have some great plants that I'm trying to keep alive that are leftover from G&G's yard. Gibson has loved having his tractor - he is getting 5 cents for every rock he hauls out of the yard.</div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-35578036232941812012009-05-07T22:52:00.003-06:002009-05-07T23:21:33.747-06:00I Love My SisterI really do!! I am sitting here reflecting on my day, which I spent almost entirely with her, and am feeling like the luckiest little sister in the world! Here is a list of the highlights of this fun and productive day...<br /><br /><strong>9:00am</strong> - I call Jenell and see if she wants to go to Lowes to look at tile. YES!! she replies so I should pick her up from the elem. school where she just dropped of Jerik<br /><strong>9:20am</strong> - Jenell calls - where are you? that was 20 minutes ago! I'm coming, I just had to get Georgia dressed after I dropped Gibson off at Joy School<br /><strong>9:30am</strong> - Lowes: we look at tile and Jenell (the color expert) steers me in the perfect direction for my new kitchen floor, countertops, and backsplash. She is so smart, I'm so excited! Then on the way out, she just reaches out and grabs the perfect paint colors. She is SO smart, I'm SO excited!<br /><strong>10:45am</strong> - pick up Gibson, run to Albertson's to get Jackson some diapers (this is the last pack, she swears - he'll be potty trained before these run out)<br /><strong>11:00am</strong> - car full of whiny kids. We need a Diet Coke. Why not just get lunch? Wendy's. Park.<br /><strong>11:45am</strong> - 2 FULL days of preschool? let's go get information RIGHT NOW.<br /><strong>12:00pm</strong> - back at Jenell's house, why not plant a gazillion pansies? Jenell digs the hole, Brittney places the flowers (Britt's a wimp, can't use the tool). Jersey (the dog) eats the flowers. 7 times. Put her on a leash, she breaks her collar. What a pain. Why does she have a dog?!<br /><strong>1:30pm</strong> - let's go to the Home Depot and look at plants. We're going to have the best yards EVER!! This plant is only $5 - we spent more than that on lunch! Next time I need Wendy's, I'm going to Home Depot. This one or this one? That one. Definitely.<br /><strong>2:30pm</strong> - many many tired and cranky kids in the car. drop off Jenell and Jackson at home. let's go to the nursery tomorrow to look at more plants for our rockin' yards. see you in the morning?<br /><strong>3:30 pm</strong> - can I go to Jenell's house and meet the girl that's buying the book? Just go through the gate (push hard, there's a log behind it). The book is in the bedroom (ignore the mess). Don't take less than $25.00 (she's already getting a deal). Drive to find Jenell, give her $25.00. Dog's collar is broken again. Needs a new collar. Dogs are too expensive, maybe she'll get rid of the dog.<br /><strong>7:30pm</strong> - Jenell calls, but I miss it because Gibson sharted and made a caca mess that of course, I had to clean up because Lu was dry-heaving. (ok, he didn't dry-heave, or get mad - way to be strong, babe!)<br /><strong>9:30pm</strong> - I finally call Jenell back. She wants to know if Lu likes the tile. Are we still on for tomorrow? see you in the morning!<br /><strong>11:00pm</strong> - It hits me how grateful I am for Jenell and the amazing and talented person she is - she is my sister, but more importantly she's my friend. What a fun day we had!<br /><br />I love you, Jenell!!Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-59232701166032938592009-04-15T12:03:00.004-06:002009-04-15T23:04:12.793-06:00A little reminderThis post is entirely for my own benefit, and for use as a public confession and reminder to myself why I love my kids. So here goes...<br /><br />I'm having a particulary challenging morning with my kids, and to be honest (warning - weak mother moment coming) I'm having a hard time liking them right now. So, because I have given myself a mommy time-out, I am going to make a list of the things my kids do that I love. And I'm going to keep writing until I have enough love to leave this room and deal with them again!<br /><br />Gibson<br />1. Knows how to spell his first name, and spells it all the time.<br />2. Will insist he didn't eat the cookie even though his face is smeared with chocolate.<br />3. Loves to draw and read books.<br />4. Always says he's sorry.<br />5. Has the cutest smile and laugh.<br />6. Wants to learn how to cook, and loves being in the kitchen.<br />7. Asks his daddy every day how work was, and if he made any sales.<br />8. Says the cutest prayers and blesses every single person in our entire family. Individually.<br />9. Tries hard to be quiet when I'm working.<br />10. He dances - but only when he's "in the mood."<br />11. He's a big boy, but he still wants me to kiss his owies.<br />12. He tells me I look pretty, even when I don't.<br />13. He says things like "What the..." and "That was awkward."<br />14. He wants to be a drummer like Uncle Dill, muscle-y like his cousin Ephraim, and a salesman like his dad.<br /><br />Georgia<br />1. She has great hair - if it's down, she shakes her head back and forth so it touches her face.<br />2. She is an amazing sleeper - she sleeps all the time.<br />3. When I go to get her out of her crib, she pretends she's still sleeping. Then when I get really close she smiles and then laughs. She thinks she has me fooled every time.<br />4. Sometimes when she's in trouble she doesn't cry she just pouts. She closes her eyes and every now and then looks at you very sadly. She's very still, but then snaps out of it like nothing ever happened.<br />5. She loves wearing shoes, especially the ones that tap when she walks.<br />6. She has the funniest run - she trots and bounces and flails her arms - it's hilarious.<br />7. She's obsessed with M&Ms.<br />8. She closes her eyes for prayers whenever food is put in front of her, so we have to pray - even at restaurants. She won't eat until we pray.<br />9. She dances all the time, and loves the music turned up in the car.<br />10. She loves giving kisses.<br />11. She likes to jump off the couch, play with big dogs, wrestle, drink out of a straw, go down slides by herself, jump on the trampoline, climb onto high furniture, and ride motorcycles.<br /><br />Ok, I feel better. Thanks for letting me vent!Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-20408015595059598952009-04-14T12:03:00.002-06:002009-04-14T12:24:20.622-06:00We Won!!It's official - and it's BIG!! Let me start from the beginning (it's a short story, I promise)...<br /><br />Ever since we bought our house, there has only been one thing about it that has been difficult to deal with - the kitchen. It is very small, has very little counter space, and the lighting is terrible. But, we deal with it because a new kitchen would cost oodles of $ that we don't have. Whenever I get discouraged or bored, I think of ways to make our house amazing, and thanks to my dad - who is a home designer - I can really get creative. Fast forward to February...<br /><br />At the end of February, I was feeling like redoing the kitchen (on paper, not in reality). My dad came over and sketched out a few possibilities, and we really REALLY got excited about the prospects of an amazing new open concept living room, dining room, kitchen area. Luckily, the home remodeling show was going on that weekend, so I got a babysitter and went with my parents. We found countertops and flooring that I love, but searched and searched for the perfect cabinet color and style. Then we turned a corner and "Aaahhhh" (that's a choir singing) there it was! The kitchen of my dreams. I took my mom over and said, "This is it! It's perfect!" The sales rep said, "Oh, you like this kitchen? Would you like to enter to win it?" I entered, of course, but left feeling defeated since I've never won anything in my life. Nothing. Fast forward to this morning...<br /><br />I got a call from Gold Medallion's sales manager, and...WE WON!!!! The kitchen of my dreams - well, just the cabinets - but wooohooo! So, now we get to start tearing out walls, flooring, and the existing cabinets. It's going to be a HUGE project, but so worth it! I'm so excited!!Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-48613124951200921662009-04-13T15:30:00.005-06:002009-04-13T15:44:42.466-06:00Easter FunWe had a great Easter-fest filled with candy, eggs, food, and family. We spent the day at my parent's house, along with 15 other people! Along with the usual crowd, my sister-in-law's parents and brother came, my Aunt April came from Bountiful and also my Grandpa & Grandma Boss. We haven't seen the Bosses since Braden's wedding, so the kids have changed a lot! Lu had to work, which was a bummer - we missed his company :( We got some great pictures of all of the kids, although I realized that we took about 100 pictures of Georgia and hardly any of the boys! Probably because the boys were always off doing their own thing and I pretty much maintain control of Georgia's whereabouts, at least for now. It was a beautiful sunny day after a week of cold rain, and we had a great time! Hope your Easter was a special one!<br /> <br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SeOwXY_hUQI/AAAAAAAAAbI/InWpQ8YfZWU/s1600-h/IMGP1885.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324293100374413570" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SeOwXY_hUQI/AAAAAAAAAbI/InWpQ8YfZWU/s320/IMGP1885.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SeOwXEYfvUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/2gx8lHeag4Y/s1600-h/IMGP1884.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324293094842023234" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SeOwXEYfvUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/2gx8lHeag4Y/s320/IMGP1884.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SeOwWz_78nI/AAAAAAAAAa4/v6F8j5gB7vk/s1600-h/IMGP1866.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324293090444046962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SeOwWz_78nI/AAAAAAAAAa4/v6F8j5gB7vk/s320/IMGP1866.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SeOwEUEHteI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Y7SV-6Ua3AY/s1600-h/IMGP1864.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324292772634015202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SeOwEUEHteI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Y7SV-6Ua3AY/s320/IMGP1864.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SeOwEMX-FGI/AAAAAAAAAao/oP7V8Lj3VTo/s1600-h/IMGP1861.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324292770569786466" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SeOwEMX-FGI/AAAAAAAAAao/oP7V8Lj3VTo/s320/IMGP1861.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SeOwD4Cte0I/AAAAAAAAAag/0zH0PD6US00/s1600-h/IMGP1852.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324292765111909186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SeOwD4Cte0I/AAAAAAAAAag/0zH0PD6US00/s320/IMGP1852.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SeOwDu3ngvI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MaM8KWI4Nr4/s1600-h/IMGP1843.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324292762649461490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SeOwDu3ngvI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MaM8KWI4Nr4/s320/IMGP1843.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SeOwDRUny5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/njX_m0b5hrs/s1600-h/IMGP1836.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324292754718051218" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SeOwDRUny5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/njX_m0b5hrs/s320/IMGP1836.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-58664365557706656532009-04-06T10:22:00.003-06:002009-04-06T11:28:44.159-06:00Attention Fun Ship Passengers...We survived! Our trip was amazing - too short, as usual, but really, really fun. We ate too much, stayed up too late, and laughed more than we've laughed in a long time. We had a great time with the Dean's, and can't wait for our next cruise! We're thinking Alaska next time...doesn't that sound fun?!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SdotzD54RnI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ZOxQrilsqj0/s1600-h/IMGP1833.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321616264936310386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SdotzD54RnI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ZOxQrilsqj0/s400/IMGP1833.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Lu and I in Ensenada - it was overcast, but pretty warm. We were there to see La Bufadora, a blowhole. It was pretty neat to see, and shopping at the flea market was an adventure, as always!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sdoty6-qL2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/xPUq1Y4XoHI/s1600-h/IMGP1829.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321616262540439394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sdoty6-qL2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/xPUq1Y4XoHI/s400/IMGP1829.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Peter, Allison, me & Lu at La Bufadora.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SdotmxtO9TI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/a9Oe5w_nK4g/s1600-h/IMGP1824.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321616053893002546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SdotmxtO9TI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/a9Oe5w_nK4g/s400/IMGP1824.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />As first-time cruisers, we had to play all the games. We played Win Lose or Draw and kicked the pants off the competition. We also played 80's music trivia and won a little plastic trophy. I guess we'll have to pass that one back and forth between us!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SdotmvU3BMI/AAAAAAAAAZw/nzKDfXumBu8/s1600-h/IMGP1821.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321616053253899458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SdotmvU3BMI/AAAAAAAAAZw/nzKDfXumBu8/s400/IMGP1821.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Lu relaxing on deck - this was the only afternoon that it was warm enough to wear a bathing suit!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SdotmdnVbiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qMqdBEL5SFY/s1600-h/IMGP1808.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321616048499551778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SdotmdnVbiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qMqdBEL5SFY/s400/IMGP1808.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Me at Catalina Island - if you look closely, you can see our ship out in the ocean.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SdotmOMoiDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/KqGqS-8o8w4/s1600-h/IMGP1800.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321616044361025586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/SdotmOMoiDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/KqGqS-8o8w4/s400/IMGP1800.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The bay at Catalina<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sdotl2MMWdI/AAAAAAAAAZY/QVT4SjVLIHc/s1600-h/IMGP1796.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321616037916727762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Mt29q1pBWs/Sdotl2MMWdI/AAAAAAAAAZY/QVT4SjVLIHc/s400/IMGP1796.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Our beautiful ship!</div></div></div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116345431600681485.post-83573970733320705602009-03-28T23:46:00.002-06:002009-03-29T00:00:35.718-06:00Bon Voyage!Well, tomorrow's the day! We leave on our cruise to Mexico right after church, and I can't even tell you how excited I am. I was so organized that I packed on Monday, and every day did something to prepare for the trip. Now there are only 16 things left on my To-Do list! Gibson and Georgia are spending the week at my parent's house, so I had to pack suitcases for them and us which was a total mess. Because I was uber-organized and packed so early, Gibson asked every day if it was time for our vacation. No. Is it time now? No. Will it be time after Georgia wakes up? No. It's been a long week. Luckily, he bought the idea that HE is the one going on vacation. The other day he came up to me and said, "Mom, I'm sorry you and daddy can't go on a vacation." Oh, honey - if you only knew! <br /><br />In the midst of all the cruise prep, I had the opportunity to teach a mini-class at our enrichment activity today on Clutter Control & Organization. It was a really fun class and it was fun to share ideas with the sisters of our ward. We have a lot of clutter-bugs, so hopefully someone learned something! If I can figure out how to post a document link, I'll share the handouts that I made.<br /><br />After the class, we went up to Bountiful to have dinner with my Aunt April. We were surprised to find my cousin Jeri and her family there for the weekend! What a fun surprise! We spent the evening catching up, which is always a noisy affair in our family. Man, we laugh a lot! Gibson and Georgia had a great time playing with their cousins - Georgia was so hyper when we left that the whole way home she was yelling and blabbering on and on. I think my mom is having second thoughts about watching them this week - good thing she keeps earplugs in her nightstand! During dinner, Jeri bugged me about not posting in 2 months, so this post is my repentance post. :o( I'm sorry all of you Gonzalez fans. I've let you down. But don't worry - I'm sure I'll have lots of pictures and lots of things to say after our trip!<br /><br />Bon Voyage!Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036466024512193922noreply@blogger.com3