<?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-1186379309009114146</id><updated>2011-12-30T16:18:39.708-08:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='House Hunting'/><category term='New Pet'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Lake'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Home Buying'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Huk'/><category term='4 wheeling'/><title type='text'>The Paxmans est. 2011</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-979533350657280187</id><published>2011-12-30T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:18:39.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Buying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>December 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What a month is has been... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The month started off like this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-28QUZvlYdNg/Tv5HEt-lrXI/AAAAAAAAAgg/V0Loni4BvrE/s1600/IMG_0301%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-28QUZvlYdNg/Tv5HEt-lrXI/AAAAAAAAAgg/V0Loni4BvrE/s320/IMG_0301%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;packing up out apartment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It was a pretty scary thing to be honest, we has to start packing up our apartment with out truly knowing if we were going to be able to get our house. I know there are always bumps in the road of home buying but I thought we had passed all of ours with the actually making offers and getting acceptance road... I was wrong!&amp;nbsp; The Wednesday before Thanksgiving we got a call that changed our whole process... We had to scrabble last minute and change our whole plan with the house. With a week away from what we though was closing on our house, we were left looking for solutions and wondering where we were going.&amp;nbsp; We had to change lenders to get the deal done and even that was kind of iffy.&amp;nbsp; We started the loan process with a completely new lender that Wednesday and had to wait through the long weekend to figure out where we stood with them.&amp;nbsp; I joked we always find out bad news on Friday then have to wait for an answer on Monday that we actually get on Wednesday. So waiting even longer due to the holiday weekend was rough! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Monday came.. no answer.. Tuesday came and this was our very last day of due diligence with financing.. we had to either walk blindly into the future and hope that everything works out knowing that if it didn't we would loose all the money we had put down for earnest money (not to mention the money for appraisal and inspection), or walk away today and know we were out. We had already given our notice to the apartments we lived in that we would be out by the 5th of December so we couldn't even stay put we HAD to move that weekend somewhere.&amp;nbsp; We decided to put our faith in the new lender and go forward blindly knowing we could loose a lot. It was super scary but we knew it was the house for us and we had already fought so much to get it why give up now? Friday came and we got the call that our file had been submitted to underwriting and came back already! WE HAVE FIRM APPROVAL!&amp;nbsp; What a great day.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;On the 3rd we&amp;nbsp; had&amp;nbsp;our Thompson Family Christmas Party, then it was back to the apartment to finish boxing up to move to my parents the next day. We had set to close on our house&amp;nbsp;on the 9th so we knew we only had a week of living at my parents.&amp;nbsp;Knowing where we were going to really end up make it a lot easier to&amp;nbsp;pack up the apartment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sunday the 4th we moved out of our apartment and in to my old bedroom at my parents (which they had just begun making into a project/craft room, I guess they didn't plan on me coming back ever lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We had setup a time for Thursday the 8th to go sign our life away! However on Monday we got a call asking if we would like to sign earlier, so we signed on Tuesday and it was not as scary/dreadful as I thought it might be. It was actually pretty low key. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The rest of the week went by kinda slow, we knew the weekend would pass by so quickly. Thursday we celebrated my mother in laws birthday with some cake from none other than coldstone! After doing cake we ran around getting cleaning supplies and getting tile for our master bathroom (seriously who still puts carpet in a bathroom? Our house had it and it was built in 2006... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Friday Morning came... Today we get our keys we were told they were going to get our keys to us as early as possible they had set up a wire to be there first thing that morning to fund the loan and they only needed to record it that morning.&amp;nbsp; We ran around all morning getting paint/ setting up delivery of our washer/dryer and loading up supplies to take to the house... after that was done we still didn't have keys... GRRR I wanted to get in and get done.&amp;nbsp; Around 3 pm we got a text message from our Realtor telling us the code to get into the house :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We&amp;nbsp; got to the house about 3:30 and got to work painting that walls and trim, and cleaning the bathrooms and kitchen.&amp;nbsp; We were lucky to get the sellers to pay to have the carpets shampooed before we got access to the house.&amp;nbsp; We spend all afternoon and night at the house painting and cleaning. I was so sick, ( I love how just as your stress level can lower, BAM you get sick!) We painted pretty much every wall in the house and painted 3 accent walls. Kasey had made it out to rip our carpet in the master bathroom and begun the tile process.&amp;nbsp; We finally finished about 11:30 that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The next morning was Moving day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This wasn't too bad as we had just loaded all of our stuff onto my parents 4-wheeler trailer that weekend before so it was just pulling it to the house and unloading. Everything was in pretty quick and we began unpacking boxes and finding every things new home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;That night we had yet another family Christmas gathering, we went to dinner at Fuji and to see the lights at temple square. Seth and I went to temple square and then realized it was too cold to walk around with me being sick, not sure where my coat was and really tired from the last couple of day so we say goodbye and went home before walking around the temple grounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;On Friday the 16th I came home to&amp;nbsp;2 little elf's in my house putting up a Christmas tree and decorating my house for the holidays, I wasn't sure I was going to decorate as it had been so stressful already and I didn't know how much more I really wanted to do... So my mom and dad decided they would do it for me. I loved it! It was very kind of them and Seth and I really appreciated it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQXJNokeDRU/Tv5POmC6YEI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Zt-3ZAYOnV8/s1600/IMG_0323%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQXJNokeDRU/Tv5POmC6YEI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Zt-3ZAYOnV8/s320/IMG_0323%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UHJhow1Eg_0/Tv5PUyZ3-aI/AAAAAAAAAg0/30PNz-QvRac/s1600/IMG_0338%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UHJhow1Eg_0/Tv5PUyZ3-aI/AAAAAAAAAg0/30PNz-QvRac/s320/IMG_0338%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ75lJxcX24/Tv5PZ3J0G4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/xKlfMdMohHc/s1600/IMG_0339%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ75lJxcX24/Tv5PZ3J0G4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/xKlfMdMohHc/s320/IMG_0339%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;On Sunday we went to the Paxman Family Christmas party, we had fun and it was nice to see everyone and relax for a few minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Christmas Weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We spent Christmas Eve over at my parents house with the traditional turkey dinner and playing games. Presten had bought a new game to play called Killer Bunnies... its fun but SUPER LONG! I think we spend 3 hours playing that night just 1 game and we had to escalate how quickly we ended the game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Christmas morning we headed over to my parents to open presents and see my family for a little bit. followed by going over to Seth's parents to see them for a few and opening presents there.&amp;nbsp; When we left his parents we picked up Seth's friend Gary and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Later in the day we had both families over for dinner and games... again we played killer bunnies and it was super long again. Playing a long game while trying to host everyone is really hard, but in the end I think everyone had fun and it was nice to have everyone over. We love that our house is great for hosting gatherings and being able to get together with our friends and family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Here are some pictures of our new home... Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zECpnTOriuc/Tv5UEJF_nPI/AAAAAAAAAik/BOxMsH7SNzU/s1600/IMG_0377%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zECpnTOriuc/Tv5UEJF_nPI/AAAAAAAAAik/BOxMsH7SNzU/s320/IMG_0377%255B1%255D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Living Room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-09RsEWiexEg/Tv5RfGryPxI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EowxMpYTSPQ/s1600/IMG_0369%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-09RsEWiexEg/Tv5RfGryPxI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EowxMpYTSPQ/s320/IMG_0369%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Master Bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LLSr2g0IKFw/Tv5RjU91yFI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/kgaq3lCmZwo/s1600/IMG_0360%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LLSr2g0IKFw/Tv5RjU91yFI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/kgaq3lCmZwo/s320/IMG_0360%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kitchen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--R9bsOex-MM/Tv5RuyHGSLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/sJy-8soP-50/s1600/IMG_0361%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--R9bsOex-MM/Tv5RuyHGSLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/sJy-8soP-50/s320/IMG_0361%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dinning Area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VkkJ2qp5HdQ/Tv5R1OJ4qhI/AAAAAAAAAho/JfMjJXT_r7w/s1600/IMG_0363%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VkkJ2qp5HdQ/Tv5R1OJ4qhI/AAAAAAAAAho/JfMjJXT_r7w/s320/IMG_0363%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Office with Purple Accent Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6Wjiw4fzXU/Tv5R7Ej9EhI/AAAAAAAAAhw/1xTgkxMDUpY/s1600/IMG_0366%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6Wjiw4fzXU/Tv5R7Ej9EhI/AAAAAAAAAhw/1xTgkxMDUpY/s320/IMG_0366%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Guest Bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AA4A2O8_fBs/Tv5SE8vv-uI/AAAAAAAAAh4/kgkDTiwh_fU/s1600/IMG_0321%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AA4A2O8_fBs/Tv5SE8vv-uI/AAAAAAAAAh4/kgkDTiwh_fU/s320/IMG_0321%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Master Bedroom with Green Accent Wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMneEaR9HsU/Tv5SJ8gdHWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/cVueAg_aYXE/s1600/IMG_0314%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMneEaR9HsU/Tv5SJ8gdHWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/cVueAg_aYXE/s320/IMG_0314%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our Washer and Dryer and Laundry Room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Xvm7el4WYA/Tv5SVA5DLII/AAAAAAAAAiI/gB1bS6Ngzqs/s1600/IMG_0311%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Xvm7el4WYA/Tv5SVA5DLII/AAAAAAAAAiI/gB1bS6Ngzqs/s320/IMG_0311%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Awesome tile work by my brother Kasey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLsrO96I3Ec/Tv5SnAWLlHI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2OKx9XKnxlY/s1600/IMG_0362%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLsrO96I3Ec/Tv5SnAWLlHI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2OKx9XKnxlY/s320/IMG_0362%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Guest Bathroom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jeH5jVMZMiA/Tv5SvjouLcI/AAAAAAAAAiY/eomPlSow2mE/s1600/IMG_0352%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jeH5jVMZMiA/Tv5SvjouLcI/AAAAAAAAAiY/eomPlSow2mE/s320/IMG_0352%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Holiday Dogs :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-979533350657280187?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/979533350657280187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/979533350657280187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/979533350657280187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-2011.html' title='December 2011'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-28QUZvlYdNg/Tv5HEt-lrXI/AAAAAAAAAgg/V0Loni4BvrE/s72-c/IMG_0301%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-4938706136487493110</id><published>2011-11-26T20:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T20:37:00.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;So Everyone has been doing posts a day for things they are thankful for, I am Thankful for many things but I will never be one to blog every day, so in wanting to express my Thankfulness I give you my 30 days of thankfulness in 1 post… yup no need to check back every day you get it all NOW! That you can be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Seth- I know its kinda clique but I am so Thankful for my husband, he loves me unconditionally and is always there when I need him the most.  He has been an amazing partner to go through so many life changes in 1 year with.  Although we have only been married a little over 7 months he is totally my rock and the one I love with all my heart!&lt;br /&gt;2. My Mom- My mom has taught me so many great things, she taught me to cook and to be the great wife I am aspiring to be.  We have had our ups and downs but what mother/ daughter doesn’t have those?  My mom is always there to help all her kids when they need help and she doesn’t ever let them give up on their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;3. My Dad- My dad has truly shown me what hard work means, he has done so many great things and has always worked so hard to give me and my family everything we ever wanted.  He is my hero and someone I truly look up to.  He has helped me grown and learn in so many ways and for that I will always be thankful for.  I know I will always be daddy’s little princess.&lt;br /&gt;4. My Brothers-  I am grateful for the teasing and playful times we have had growing up, I am thankful for the different qualities each of them bring to my life.  Jesten is awesome in figuring out techy stuff and is someone I can always count on to give me good opinions of gadgets, he is also awesome with cars. Jesten has taught me how to take care of those things that are important to me whether that be my car or loved ones.   Kasey- is kind of a jack of all trades, he is very handy and does amazing tile and construction type work, kasey is someone I can go to when I am not sure how to fix things. He is also someone who has taught me no matter how hard things get, you gotta keep moving forward.  Presten- is crazy! I think that’s a great word to describe him, he is all over he has many friends in many different types. He has so much energy and is so fun to be around.  Presten has taught me to go with the flow, and have fun don’t worry what people think about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. My In- Laws-  I really am pretty lucky with my in-laws, they are always there for us and willing to help in any way they can. They don’t ask much of us and understand that we still adjusting to married life and working out the kinks of having 2 families to include in life now.  &lt;br /&gt;6. My Friends- I am so thankful for all my friends the ones who live close and the ones who live far away.  I am thankful for them always being there for me and picking me up when I need a boost, for giving me a kick when I needed a fixing.  I am glad that with so many of my friends that even though we don’t talk every day or even every week, that when we find the time to talk that its like we never missed a beat.  I really do have the best friends&lt;br /&gt;7. Zoie-  I truly love my dog, she is a great pet.  She has quiet a personality and is very jealous, but she has always been there for me when I just need her to be.  She has been by my side through so many ups and downs and has been very loyal to me.&lt;br /&gt;8. Huk – He is a new addition to my family, but we are so happy he is with us. We weren’t really planning on getting another dog when we got him but he is perfect for us.  I love seeing how happy Seth is to finally have a dog of his own that he gets to raise from a puppy.  He is great to play with and is always there to give loves.  He is full of energy and always wants to play.  He is a good dog.&lt;br /&gt;9. The Lakes/ Wave running – I am so grateful that every winter I have something to look forward to.  I have told many people I feel most like me when I am out on the lake alone than anywhere else.  It’s a very special feeling and place for me and I am so thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;10. Running Water / Flushing Toilets – I think this goes without saying much… So thankful&lt;br /&gt;11. Prayer-  I am so thankful that I know the power of prayer, and although I probably don’t pray as much as I should, I am thankful that I learned at a very young age the real power of pray and that he is listening.&lt;br /&gt;12. Life Lessons-  I wouldn’t be the person I am today or doing the things I am doing today with out the trials I have been through.  I am so glad that I was able to look at the lessons and learn as much as I have.  To look back 10 years and see myself just graduating high school and look at where I am at in life now I am so thankful for all the hard times that built me.&lt;br /&gt;13. Dr. Pepper-  I love this stuff, I am so thankful for it and the boost it gives me when I need it.&lt;br /&gt;14. Education-  I am thankful for my education and all that I have learned, not just in text books but the underlying knowledge from doing my homework and attending classes.  I am thankful to know how to do many things and be able to problem solve, to think clearly and to understand what I read.  I am thankful that I was able to attend college and push to get my degree.&lt;br /&gt;15. Facebook- I know this seems kind of odd, but I love facebook not because I can stalk people I went to high school with or see what so and so is up to now. But I am thankful with all my friends throughout the world that even though we don’t talk because of costs, time zones and busy lifes that I am still able to know what is happening  in so many of my friends lives, even if it’s just a snapshot.&lt;br /&gt;16. Lotion- I have such dry skin especially this time of year that I am so thankful that there is something out there to soothe my dry itchy skin.&lt;br /&gt;17. My Job- My job is just like any other jobs, I have good days and bad days, but in the end I am so thankful for what I do and knowing that I am here to help the employees with their questions.&lt;br /&gt;18. Insurance-  Yes I hate paying it, but I am thankful for it when I see doctors bills or claims.  I am glad that I can make someone else pay for the majority of my medical bills or car accidents.&lt;br /&gt;19. Music- Sometimes there is nothing better than cranking up some music and just jamming out.  It can help with so many emotions and to clear my mind.&lt;br /&gt;20. Family Vacations- I am so thankful for the many great times that I have been able to spend with my family, not having to deal with the hassles of everyday life and being able to see and do new things together. To learn the best type of history lessons and to test our nerves on new and thrilling rides. I have so many great memories of vacationing with my family.  I hope that I am able to give my future children some of these great memories as well.&lt;br /&gt;21. Online Banking- I am so thankful that I don’t have to go to the bank anytime I want to know something or pay a bill.  I am glad I can manage my life with just the click of a mouse and know where I am at, at all times financially.&lt;br /&gt;22. My Sense-  You know Sight, Hearing, Touch, Smell, Taste…  I am so glad that I am able to do them all, that I can take in all that is around me and the beauty that comes from that.&lt;br /&gt;23. My Health – I am overall in good health, yes I could lose some weight and would be better, but I am thankful for where I am today.  I have no major medical issue and I am able to live a normal day to day life.&lt;br /&gt;24. Heat- I am so thankful that on cold days I can be warm.&lt;br /&gt;25. Electricity- I use so much of it every day and it would be so easy to take it for granted, but from the time I wake up in the morning until I go to sleep at night, and even while I sleep it’s there making my life run smoother.&lt;br /&gt;26. Sleep- I am thankful that I am able to re-energize my body to keep it going, as well as the many fun and interesting dreams that happen while sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;27. Those that serve our Country/ My Freedom- I am so very grateful for those that serve and protect us, for the sacrifices they, the family and loved ones make for our freedom.  I have many great friends who are in the military and I appreciate them so much.  I am so thankful that I can go &lt;br /&gt;to sleep at night and not worry if my home will be under attack in the night.&lt;br /&gt;28Sunsets- I love them, they are BEAUTIFUL .&lt;br /&gt;29. Water- I am thankful for something so pure and natural that we all need on a daily basis, I am thankful to be able to drink it, play it in, and clean with it.&lt;br /&gt;30. Life- I am so thankful for this journey, though its truly just beginning I am thankful that I am here and that I am able to enjoy every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-4938706136487493110?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/4938706136487493110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/4938706136487493110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/4938706136487493110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-8976106656874049827</id><published>2011-11-18T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T12:48:53.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I tell you once you get your hearts set on a house you fight to get it…&lt;br /&gt;This time fighting paid off. We got our House but it has not been without many hoops and obstacles to overcome.  I have 2 other posts on here describing some of them but let me tell you the rest of the story of us getting our home.&lt;br /&gt;After the house went to foreclosure Bank of America bought back the house then gave it to Fannie Mae,  I started to think that this might be nice because the majority of fannie mae homes we looked at were newly painted (one less thing I would have to do J ) and in some cases they replaced the carpets, the carpets in the house are not bad, they need a good deep cleaning though.  So I thought, maybe that’s why we are going to have to wait even longer to get our home, because that’s they way life works right???  Not so much…&lt;br /&gt;Our Agent had set up a search that tracked any changes on the address of the house we love, every hour of everyday so that when it did come back on the market we could know ASAP.  Well it came up one Monday night while Seth and I were relaxing at home, I didn’t have my phone on me for a few hours and as soon as I looked it I saw the email “ Something has changed with 2288” I quickly clicked on it to see if it was true. It was, the price was still in our price range and we were super happy.  We logged onto the computer and read the description and looked at the new photos to see if they had done anything else to the house, all they frantically calling and texting our agent. We didn’t want to risk not getting our offer in as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;In reading the new listing we didn’t notice anything that said they were accepting offers for x amount of time, so we assumed it was the first good offer would be accepted…&lt;br /&gt;While talking to our agent he said that we could get our offer in that night, but that he didn’t think anyone would jump as quickly and we would probably be okay sending over all the documents in the morning. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep so I instead that it get done that night.  While our agent drew up the documents Seth and I ran to my parents house to use their printer / fax machine.&lt;br /&gt;We got the documents and printed, signed and tried to fax them back, my parents fax machine was not working and kept faxing blank pages (yes I had the pages the correct way.)  So we ran to Office Max and faxed them there.. I still can’t believe it cost $18.00 to fax 12 pages.  Whew it was in and we should hear back in the next day or so on whether it was ours.&lt;br /&gt;The next we found out that the listing agent had decided to accept all offers on the house until Friday at noon and then they would choose the Highest and Best offer, rather than doing what 99% of agents do and just accept the 1st acceptable offer.  So again we got the lame agent who wants to complicate everything, I was so bummed!  We had done everything right and yet still more hurdles to jump over.&lt;br /&gt;We talked to our agent and he told us about what’s called an escalation clause, basically we say our offer it $1000 over the highest offer received.  With that in place we felt good but scared that the price would go over what we really wanted to pay for the house.  &lt;br /&gt;On Thursday the listing agent came back and asked for Highest and Best offers from everyone, he asked us to resubmit our offer with our escalation clause with and up to amount, something like we will pay $1000 over highest offer up to XXX dollars.  This became more scary in the fact that we has to name an up to amount, we didn’t want to go too high for fear it would drive up our price, yet not low either cause we wanted the house to be ours.  We submitted our offer and was told that on Friday at noon the listing agent would choose the offer he would submit to the bank.&lt;br /&gt;Mid morning Friday I got an email from our agent telling me that all offers are being submitted to the bank and they will choose what offer they are going to accept, so we weren’t looking to get an answer back until Monday or Tuesday the following week at the earliest.&lt;br /&gt;Around 4pm, I was with Seth at a Chocolate Festival that ColdStone was participating in at South Towne Mall, it was noisy and I didn’t hear my phone.  Something told me to look at it and I have a missed call, voice mail and a text from our agent saying CALL ME!&lt;br /&gt;I quickly called our agent to see what was going on.  WE GOT IT! Well that’s if we wanted to pay the higher price on the home… it was something that we weren’t sure we wanted to do and it was very stressful/ heartbreaking to deal with.  On one hand we GOT IT! It was ours if we choose to accept the offer from the bank, no one else could get in the way and we should have a REAL approval letter early next week if we accepted.  On the other hand, the price came back higher than we had thought we wanted to go, not much but a little, we worried if we could afford it (then again I worry about money crap all the time).  We talked to our mortgage loan officer and asked a lot of questions and realized that it wasn’t that much different than when we thought we had it a few months ago.  We knew this was the house we wanted, great location, and great house!  &lt;br /&gt;We called out agent and told him that we were pretty sure we wanted it but would let him know 100% Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;On Halloween we officially signed and accepted the banks offer.  We are set to close on December 1st and move December 3rd.. We thought! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-8976106656874049827?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/8976106656874049827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/11/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/8976106656874049827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/8976106656874049827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-539986300740506190</id><published>2011-10-13T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T19:34:19.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 wheeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Summer Lovin... Summer 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Summer... In Pictures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rd_tmN6znhs/Tpec1vY6TvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/k1JqO81EkU0/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rd_tmN6znhs/Tpec1vY6TvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/k1JqO81EkU0/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waitng for Andrew and Jen outside the temple.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sTFRQWOv_3M/Tpec81bKqxI/AAAAAAAAAcY/IKjAPmeIzO0/s1600/IMG_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sTFRQWOv_3M/Tpec81bKqxI/AAAAAAAAAcY/IKjAPmeIzO0/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our New Tent..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B8m7h4ca4BA/Tpec_kFbNQI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Lj1HyPuhOHA/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B8m7h4ca4BA/Tpec_kFbNQI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Lj1HyPuhOHA/s320/a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Planking at the Lake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Phwu8yql444/TpedED1n0lI/AAAAAAAAAcw/RiYUFlq0kp4/s1600/g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Phwu8yql444/TpedED1n0lI/AAAAAAAAAcw/RiYUFlq0kp4/s320/g.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; 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font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXdCYlDJsE0/TpedWngEwnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/XsjTIoG6Djc/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;BFF Kyle and Presten &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rRnwFVXnY2k/TpediK5zM9I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0xLJT6hsTvc/s1600/IMG_0107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rRnwFVXnY2k/TpediK5zM9I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0xLJT6hsTvc/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Summer 2011'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rd_tmN6znhs/Tpec1vY6TvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/k1JqO81EkU0/s72-c/IMG_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-3634814206172936609</id><published>2011-10-13T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T20:38:44.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Hunting'/><title type='text'>... And My Heart is 1/2 Broken</title><content type='html'>So I promised that I would let people know what happened with the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure the story is completely over but here is where things stand right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the end of August I got a call from our Agent telling me that he had just got off the phone with the agent and that the deal had been approved! I was super SUPER excited about it, I called Seth immediately and told him. We thought about not telling anyone until we had the official approval letter (Probably should done that in hind sight) but we were too excited so we told some close friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an email we were told the file just had to do one last check through QC and that we should have our approval letter within 72 hours... &lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the end of September now, NO approval letter, we keep asking where it is at, getting no answers. Our agent starts to do some digging around only to find out that a week prior the bank had ordered a BPO (Brokers Price Opinion, basically a cheap appraisal done by a real estate agent to let the bank know where the house should sell at.) They DO NOT order BPO's to be done on a home that is already approved so why was it ordered? Come to find out we never had approval, The BPO came back at a higher amount than our offer which meant the bank would not approve the sale. Meanwhile the house was set to go into foreclosure in a week from that day. &lt;br /&gt;We talked to our Real Estate Agent and decided we would try to get a postponement on the home from going to foreclosure... We had tried to cut the emotional ties we had to that home, but it was hard. While looking at some other no so great homes our agent got and email from the listing agent asking us to provide proof that we were 100% serious about the home and showing we had "our ducks in a row"... That secretly gave me more hope that it would pull through... 2 days before the foreclosure date we were told that the bank would not approve the postponement nor the sale of the home at our offer. We decided to submit and offer at what the listing agent said where the BPO came back at... This was higher than what we really wanted to go but our thoughts were, we would submit the offer, get it approved and keep the home from going to foreclosure, then tell the bank our appraisal came back less than the offer therefore needing to come down on the price of the home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump back a little, with all the craziness going on with the home my mom called the listing agent (since we were never getting a great idea of what was really happening with the home from him) and pretended to be interested in the home. He had told her that there was an offer in on the home but that it was going to foreclosure next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got a follow up call the day the home went to foreclosure... WHY? Because the listing agent got sidetracked and forgot to submit our offer into the bank to keep it from going to foreclosure. Talk about being pissed! Had the agent done his job I probably could be one step closer to having my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the house was sold at auction we will still have a chance to pick it up when it comes back on the market as a bank owned home, We don't know when it will come back on the market it could be anywhere from 30 days to 3 months. We are still looking into homes as they come up on the market but it’s so hard to see the good in the other homes when my heart is still tied to this house...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-3634814206172936609?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/3634814206172936609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-my-heart-is-12-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/3634814206172936609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/3634814206172936609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-my-heart-is-12-broken.html' title='... And My Heart is 1/2 Broken'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-846690270856498336</id><published>2011-10-13T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T18:34:43.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Huk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Making the Cut...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qt5x2BpIqB8/TpeQ3blPHWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5lYbI_sPGXE/s1600/IMG_0083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qt5x2BpIqB8/TpeQ3blPHWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5lYbI_sPGXE/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my cute baby boy Huk last time he came home from the groomer.... so cute and fluffy!!!!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qX2ROqCuFPI/TpeQ9CAjrWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/DoIyktOUbc0/s1600/IMG_0190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qX2ROqCuFPI/TpeQ9CAjrWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/DoIyktOUbc0/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how he now looks, :( its kinda sad, but I am getting use to him and the time it will take to keep him combed is not worth the fluffyness he was before. He also goes in to be nuetered tomorrow so he needed to be cut shorter for surgery.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love our Huk no matter how fluffy he is or isn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-846690270856498336?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/846690270856498336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/10/making-cut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/846690270856498336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/846690270856498336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/10/making-cut.html' title='Making the Cut...'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qt5x2BpIqB8/TpeQ3blPHWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5lYbI_sPGXE/s72-c/IMG_0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-436121450350354896</id><published>2011-09-02T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T15:03:40.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Buying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Hunting'/><title type='text'>Home is Where the Heart Is</title><content type='html'>In June we decided it was time to start looking for a place to call home. This was something we had been talking about how we want to do since before the wedding. Our initial plan was to stay put and pay down our debts so that next year we would be in a better spot and then start looking, but the more and more we talked about it we thought it was the right time to being life’s next little adventure and start the home buying process. We thought a yard would be nice for the dogs; living in an apartment with 2 (even though small) dogs is crazy. Also the market seems to be a good time to buy right now. Seth had a friend who knew a good agent (or so we were told.) He came over one afternoon and we login onto the MLS with the agent’s login, and began looking at homes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first thought was let’s not go too crazy and let’s look at smaller less expensive home and townhomes. We found a few really cute townhomes but none seem to fit just right, my parents told us don’t buy a townhouse you will hate it, and although I still like the idea of a townhouse it just doesn’t meet our needs. (We need a yard for the dogs.) The first night we went out looking at houses we were a little disappointed in what we saw. It was tough we really want to just find a place that we like. We realized that some of the homes are going to need work and that was our mindset. We had been pulling the lists ourselves and going based only on what we saw in pictures on the MLS listings. We went out again and found a home we thought would work well for us, it was at the time priced where we felt good and although it needed work we felt comfortable with the price and the money it would take to fix up the home. We put our offer in… a few days later the bank came back wanting 15k more, I wasn’t sure what to do, I asked my parents to come with us to look at the house because I was not sure. I think it was then that we realized this was not the home for us especially when the bank now wants more money on a home that really needed some TLC. One thing that my parents really pointed out to us was that our Realtor was not really helping us make the right choices; he was almost pushing us into buying this home, even when we brought up our concerns with the home, and he basically just played them down like it wasn’t a big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we changed agents, and looked at a few more homes with a lovely agent, she was nice and was pulling homes for us to see which was a lot more than what the previous agent had done for us. Then my mom was looking on KSL and called on a home she saw that she thought we would like. The agent called my mom back and talked to her for some time and my mom told me to look at the house on KSL. When I pulled up the ad, it was a home that I had seen on the MLS several times and kept asking to go see. I talked to the agent and he set us up with a time to see the home he was selling the next day. The following day I had several email exchanges from this agent asking me so many questions about the home I really want not just what I think I can afford at this point in my life. I listed the basic’s 3 bed, 2 bath, yard for my dogs to play in, good neighborhood, told him the area’s we like. He came up with a list of about 10 homes that he thought matched what I was looking for and sent them to me and told me to tell him all the things I liked vs. hated in the homes. From that list we saw about 6 homes that night. We saw 4 homes we just loved and knew matched what we wanted. 3 of the homes were short sales, 2 of the homes were really nice and we didn’t think we could ever really get them, but we decided to make offers and see what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The non- short sale home, came back quick and the agent wanted a lot more than we were willing to pay for a home we had an offer in on an identical home 2 doors down. So we walked away. A few weeks last we learned that on our Favorite home we were in first position and that the bank will be countering but we heard the counter, however before they officially counter offer us they needed to run the offer by the investor of the home, we were told that in 2-3 weeks we should hear back from the investor and could very well be on our way to owning this home. We got super excited… That was July 18th, it’s now Aug 26th and almost 6 weeks later we are still waiting to hear on the home. We are still very hopeful that this home will be ours, and have fallen more in love with the home during this waiting phase. WE HOPE THIS IS HOME! However if it’s not we still have offers in on the other 2 homes, and we continue to look at what’s on the market. So far nothing compares to this home… Stay tuned for news of when we get an answer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-436121450350354896?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/436121450350354896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/09/home-is-where-heart-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/436121450350354896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/436121450350354896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/09/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home is Where the Heart Is'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-171917863607177800</id><published>2011-09-02T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T15:02:53.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Huk'/><title type='text'>Huk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7F2kwK5T2iU/TmFR3R9-ZKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/DuoM9wKqKaw/s1600/huk+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7F2kwK5T2iU/TmFR3R9-ZKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/DuoM9wKqKaw/s320/huk+1.jpg" width="239" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HzoozgzfIuU/TmFR5QgDEKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/huaTpPKXfbk/s1600/huk+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HzoozgzfIuU/TmFR5QgDEKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/huaTpPKXfbk/s320/huk+2.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks after we came home from our lovely honeymoon in the Caribbean, my parents set off on Vacation to Europe. One day while they were gone I got bored and for some strange reason I looked on KSL at dogs, I don’t normally do this but I was bored and I looked. I was looking mainly at Shihtzu puppies as I knew that when we added another dog it would be another Shihtzu to our family. I found this cute little black/brown shihtzu with the cutest white front paws and send a picture to Seth saying… “Can I have him?...” from there we talked about it… I called the guy to see if he still had the cute puppy with the white paws, he did. We said we were going to go look at him that night but decided we should wait because we knew once we went and looked he would be coming home with us. The next say Seth called and said he wanted the puppy so we called again; yup he still had our cute little boy with the white paws. I drove to meet them in Provo and came home with our new puppy that day. He was so good on the ride home just slept in my lap. When I took him to ColdStone to meet dad, since Seth was still at work for the day he woke up and ran around a little stumbling all around. It was adorable and he melted both our hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the deal with Seth that this would be his dog and he could name him, since I have my Zoie. Seth decided to name him Huk; I thought ok that’s not bad right? Well a few days later I find out the reason behind the name… It’s one of Seth’s favorite Pro- Star craft players… (I know… Really they have pro players who would have though?) So now I told him fine... you named a dog after a video game player, you can’t be trusted and I will be naming the kids. (I already have names picked out) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first brought Huk home, Zoie was pissed; she wanted nothing to do with him. We knew she would be this way going into it, it was hard but now they are best friends and play all day and sometimes all night. I really hope that Huk will help to break Zoie of her Jealousness before we have kids and she acts up because of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-171917863607177800?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/171917863607177800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/09/huk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/171917863607177800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/171917863607177800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/09/huk.html' title='Huk'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7F2kwK5T2iU/TmFR3R9-ZKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/DuoM9wKqKaw/s72-c/huk+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-5357163482024115311</id><published>2011-05-31T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T10:00:30.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paxman's Est. 4-7-11</title><content type='html'>I am not a good blogger! I realize that Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking I needed to write about the wedding pretty much since it was over but for some reason or another I just haven't, you know something is always happening. &lt;br /&gt;My Special Day was just that super special and FUN. I didn't want to have the typical Utah wedding where I spend the majority of the night standing in a line. It’s my party, I want to Party! Here is a Run Down of how I recall Our Wedding Day. &lt;br /&gt;The night before we had our rehearsal and rehearsal dinner at Thiaphoon, one of my favorite restaurants and it happens to the place Seth and I went on our "First Date". We had hung out before but this was our actual real first date. The food was delicious and the company was awesome we were surrounded by our best friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner I was told I was sleeping at my mom’s house as to not allow Seth and I to see each other the day of the wedding. So in keeping with tradition I slept at my mom’s house, in Presten's room because I wasn't going to sleep on the concrete guest bed they have the night before I get married... I need my Beauty rest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning I got up, Showered and it was off to the Salon to get our hair done. At the Salon we had my mom who also had her hair done, Maddy Kasey's girlfriend to document all the action she is a great photographer! My Flower girl Katelyn and her mom Heather (some great family friends). In the end we all had our hair done and it was off to Heritage Gardens to complete the Bridal look. &lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at Heritage Gardens, Cindy the Cake lady was just assembling my beautiful cake. When I saw it I got teary eyed it turned out better than I imagined and it was BEAUTIFUL. My mom did well in showing me the cake she found on Amazing Wedding Cakes, and Cindy matched it exactly how it was minus the few changes we had made. I loved my wedding cake it was one cake the was stunning to look at and incredibly delicious to eat, not to mention I got to choose 6 flavors (Key Lime, White Chocolate Raspberry, Chocolate Raspberry, English Toffee, Strawberry, &amp;amp; Orange Cream with Choc Chips). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we saw the cake we snuck to the basement to see what Lori the Florist had created based on our short meeting with her. She had finished the bouquets and was working on our centerpieces, they were beautiful as well. I loved all the bright colors coming all together and just looking so perfect! &lt;br /&gt;After looking at the flowers we headed to the Bridal Suites to finish getting ready. I sat around while my mom did her makeup then it was my turn. My mom did such a wonderful job making me look the like princess on my wedding day. She is much more talented than I am when it comes to applying makeup plus it was super nice being pampered on my wedding and not really having to do any part of the get ready lol. While I was finishing getting ready my bridesmaids started to show up at Heritage Gardens and it was so nice to see all of them in the dresses and how everything just seemed to come together so well. It’s hard when you are out shopping for your wedding and you have this idea in your head how you want things to look but never really know how everything will turn out until you’re in the moment. I was finally ready to take my walk down the aisle. I had my something new (a new wedding dress :), remember I have been engaged twice before, but I also had new shoes. Something old (my veil) something Borrowed (diamond earrings from my maid of honor Ali) Something Blue-(My Garter) and a six pence on my show (Thanks you Daddy for finding me one it&amp;nbsp;was very special!).&lt;br /&gt;The processional music started to play and the wedding party walked down the aisle as I peaked from the bride’s room as to how things were going... Seth walked in with the stake president who married us (Curtis Dahl.) Then his parents followed, then my parents with my dad turning around to wait for me. Followed by my brothers. I was told that Jesten even did some kind of jig down the aisle but I haven't seen it. After the family was all in the chapel, the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked in first Kaleigh and Brian, Andrew and Jen followed then Ali and Gary. Time for the flower girl, Katelyn walked Zoie down the aisle. I was told that people were a little thrown off with my dog being in the wedding but she is special to me :). Then it was my turn to walk in. I walked down the aisle to The Butterfly Waltz. I didn't want to walk to the Wedding March it’s never been one of my favorite songs so I looked and found an alternative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ceremony went great, I don't remember all that was said but what I do remember was the Stake President was trying to give us some advice and was stating statistics of married people who divorce and I remember thinking this was a little odd to tell me how many people don't make it on my wedding day right? Then it was time to "Kiss the Bride" Aww a kiss yeah! Then we exchanged rings, and were pronounced Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. &lt;strike&gt;Sex&lt;/strike&gt; Seth Paxman" Yea the president actually called my husband Sex lol. It was hard to not laugh, I am pretty sure he was embarrassed as he didn't stay for the dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned to walk out and I totally forgot to grab my bouquet back from Ali until I was half way down the isle lol. We walked out into the hall and everyone came to greet us. Lots of Hugs and Tears, Seth cried he was happy, as was I but I wasn't crying lol. We started to take some pictures with family as everyone was sitting down for dinner. Then we were asked to sit down so they could begin serving dinner. We had Homemade Rolls, Salad with Ranch, Chicken Cordon Blue, Roasted Potatoes, and Asparagus with wedding cake and ColdStone for Desert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were finished with dinner, we started the toasts all our parents, bridesmaids and groomsmen all gave a toast and it was very sweet. Seth and I finished the toasts with thanking everyone for coming and announcing that we had ColdStone and a Photo booth that we had rented for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth and I ran to take a few photos in the Photo booth and then started mingling with our guest. We went outside to take a few photos with my Grandpa Gordon's Old Caddy that my uncle Denny now owns. It was something special, I had always told my Grandpa Gordon that he was going to be at my wedding sitting on the front row, When I visited him in the hospital I told him this many times. Unfortunately he wasn't there in person but I know he was there in spirit and I kept my promise to him that he would be Front row. In the Ceremony I placed a picture of my Grandparents from the Gordon side, along with a Bird of Paradise flower for my grandma and an A&amp;amp;W bottle of Root beer for my grandpa. It was sentimental to me; I also requested a bird of paradise in my bouquet to honor my grandma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures with the bridal party, and then it was time to cut our cake so our guest could eat some of the cake. Before this point Seth didn't know what flavors the cake were, When I met Cindy and tasted her Key Lime Cake I knew Seth would love it! He LOVES Key lime, but I had never heard of it in cake form. So I kept a secret from him the whole time about the main cake flavor. When we cut into it I told him what it was. He was surprised. He fed me cake first and was kind... Then I had my turn and he got the cake on his face! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cake was cut, we had our first dance to "Marry Me" by Train, followed with the Daddy Daughter dance to "My Little Girl" by Tim McGraw. Following that was supposed to be the Mother Son dance to "Perfect Fan" by Backstreet Boys, but someone changed the music to something more party like so my brothers and Seth could get their freak on lol. It was only after we got home that night that I realized that Seth never got to Dance with his mom. :( I felt bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on the night was full of dancing and partying. Maddy Kasey's girlfriend got out the Sharpe and started giving everyone mustaches and we had a mustache party at the wedding. (The mustaches were drawn on people’s pointer fingers and you hold them up to your face to have a mustache.) Almost everyone had them by the nights end even our videographer and photographer. It was a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the clock struck 10 and we got ready to leave. We walked out to our car covered in Peeps, Easter basket confetti stuff, Oreos, whipped cream, condoms and SNOW! Yes it snowed on my wedding day. The one thing I really wanted to avoid, but it snowed. It was pretty and really created a mood though so I was happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove off into the night and lived happily ever after... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures to show you a glimpse of the wedding. To see all my photos please see &lt;a href="http://thepaxmanssethlacey.shutterfly.com/"&gt;http://thepaxmanssethlacey.shutterfly.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COWBEPK99EY/TeVF6no8HJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rs-HCeXWnyM/s1600/DSC_4835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COWBEPK99EY/TeVF6no8HJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rs-HCeXWnyM/s320/DSC_4835.JPG" t8="true" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAxlr3HVk5M/TeVGDo9LDnI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/WnGaz_C-b9A/s1600/DSC_4842+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAxlr3HVk5M/TeVGDo9LDnI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/WnGaz_C-b9A/s320/DSC_4842+-+Copy.JPG" t8="true" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tc3aTTDS2NI/TeVGEjuNJNI/AAAAAAAAAWU/tnvdQ5q3Jjw/s1600/DSC_4881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tc3aTTDS2NI/TeVGEjuNJNI/AAAAAAAAAWU/tnvdQ5q3Jjw/s320/DSC_4881.JPG" t8="true" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qp4E_xQzAlc/TeVGHPg8OSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/XSBvm5Li_Bc/s1600/edit_130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qp4E_xQzAlc/TeVGHPg8OSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/XSBvm5Li_Bc/s320/edit_130.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XZ63p2U3R_w/TeVGJOI3XKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/f9skeBuPUMU/s1600/edit_221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XZ63p2U3R_w/TeVGJOI3XKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/f9skeBuPUMU/s320/edit_221.jpg" t8="true" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-5357163482024115311?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/5357163482024115311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/05/paxmans-est-4-7-11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/5357163482024115311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/5357163482024115311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/05/paxmans-est-4-7-11.html' title='The Paxman&apos;s Est. 4-7-11'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COWBEPK99EY/TeVF6no8HJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rs-HCeXWnyM/s72-c/DSC_4835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-5836137970162200803</id><published>2011-02-08T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:03:25.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>So as some of you are already aware, I am not longer working for DMC! This has been something that I have been looking forward too for at the very least a year. I have been sending out my resume and not really getting many responses. I am going to blame that on the bad economy (its blamed for everything else I figured I would just add one thing.) Well shortly after Christmas I was looking at jobs online and sent out my resume to a handful of companies… a few weeks later I seriously got 3 interviews in a week.. I was so happy and just knew something would work out for me… I had 2 phone interviews.. Which I really like you can be so much more relaxed… Then I was asked to come in for a face to face interview on Jan 20th… I took the day off to do some wedding planning.. Which I will get to in a new post… I went to my interview, I was nervous and felt like I stumbled over my words with my super dry cotton mouth, but still felt hopeful. I went into work the next day and I sit down, I get a phone call from one of my friends telling me my references that I had given the day before were being checked. I heard from all 3 within 30 minutes… Does this mean I got the job?.. I was super hopeful but didn’t hear anything all weekend.. Come Monday morning I was nervous and anxious to get the call. It came in around 9 am! I got the JOB! I was super excited! I was so ready for a new adventure. I held off until after Lunch to give my 2 weeks’ notice, something I wasn’t sure I wanted to do but something I knew I needed to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down with my then boss and told her I was giving my 2 weeks’ notice, I didn’t feel too bad, I mean this was the company that totally forgot my birthday last year until I was sent flowers from Seth. If that doesn’t make you feel unimportant I don’t know what does. Anyways as soon as I told my boss I was leaving her immediately gave me a huge list of things I needed to write down on to do so that my replacement could walk into the job and know how to do everything.. I thought shouldn’t my boss know how to do what I do?? She is my superior right?? Oh NO she doesn’t have a clue how I did the most basic of my job duties. I thought about just putting off doing the manual but I was really trying to be nice, so I typed up something basic to use as a basic guideline leaving off my special techniques. Well the end of my first of 2 weeks comes to an end, we bring in lunch for my “going away” party? I felt somewhat special. They did interviews for my replacement on Friday, and come Monday they hire a lady who is old enough to be my mother, has no HR experience, and according to her resume has extensive administrative experience, but when I ask her if she knows how to do the things I got questioned on the most, she had no clue. On Wed. I was teaching her how to enter a new employee into the HR system, she was the only new employee so we were going to enter her into our system, and she completed the new hire packet. I glance down and notice that they have hired my replacement the one with NO HR experience making more money than I was, this to me felt like a huge slap in the face! I had talked to my boss several times about me not getting paid what I should and how I felt that I was being somewhat discriminated against because I refused to go drinking after work with the girls, because I was the only LDS girl who worked there, and because I didn’t dress slutty in the office like the other administrative assistant who made $3.50 an hour more than I was, yet had less education and job responsibilities. So needless to say I was hurt. I didn’t feel like I wanted to stay and help them anymore. I was already close to the end of the day anyways. So I asked to speak to my boss told her how I felt and walked out. .. I spent the next few days trying to get ready for my new job, wedding planning, and cleaning up my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I flew to Seattle to start training for me new job. I was met at the Airport by the girl who interviewed me, she showed me around the town a little and we went to the office and I met my new boss, we went to lunch, and I can already tell I am going to really enjoy this new adventure! After work I decided I would try to go to the mall and walk around since, well my hotel is not exciting at all… I knew how to get to the mall.. I didn’t realize that the road was not the same coming home… I totally got lost and it was dark and not fun, but eventually I found my way back to the hotel. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go out and explore again, but I decided I would Google maps and print them so I could find my way without having to play with the Google maps on my phone.. This works A LOT better! Tonight I drove into Seattle ( I am staying about a half hour out of the city.) I wanted to go to Pike Market Place since I have always heard so much about it! Sadly when I got there it was pretty much all closed up , so I went on another adventure.. I went to dinner at a real restaurant all by myself, I never thought I could be the girl to eat out like that but it wasn’t too bad, but I don’ think I will make a habit of it! Anyways I am sure I will experience more and more while I am here. I am just super excited! And it’s always nice to come to work and find out that you were specifically chosen out of 300 resumes, and 10 face to face candidates! Way to go me! Here are a few pictures from my journey today. ENJOY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TVIdpcjMPZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/WvuM1AQrXYc/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TVIdpcjMPZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/WvuM1AQrXYc/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TVIdc7qRhHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/DxUMRnpgH4U/s1600/IMG_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TVIdc7qRhHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/DxUMRnpgH4U/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TVId7kGfQMI/AAAAAAAAAWE/eKHHJ_WzMlk/s1600/IMG_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TVId7kGfQMI/AAAAAAAAAWE/eKHHJ_WzMlk/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TVIdyFsj-sI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VL5Ku3Tdl3w/s1600/IMG_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TVIdyFsj-sI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VL5Ku3Tdl3w/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TVIfGhqsk5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/OFZb8nriWCg/s1600/IMG_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TVIfGhqsk5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/OFZb8nriWCg/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-5836137970162200803?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/5836137970162200803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-job.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/5836137970162200803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/5836137970162200803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TVIdpcjMPZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/WvuM1AQrXYc/s72-c/IMG_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-3132261077733652154</id><published>2011-01-12T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T09:23:27.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last few months..</title><content type='html'>I know I am a slacker when it comes to blogging… I need to get better, I need to get better with taking pictures as well so I have something fun to share on my blog. A lot has happened since I last blogged so here is a rundown of the last few months…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Early November you remember I had my engagement pictures taken, following that I went it for a “Nose Job” I had surgery the day before Thanksgiving up at the University Hospital. I can’t say it was a great experience but certainly not like my last! My surgery was scheduled for 1 pm and I was told to arrive at 11:30 to get paperwork and all the jazz done beforehand. I arrived a little before 11:30 took care of the paperwork and went to sit in the waiting area. Soon I was taken back into my room and give a lovely nightgown to wear around. Around 3pm I was told that surgery is pushed back and I should be taken in sometime before 5pm… Remind you that I haven’t had anything to eat/drink since midnight… I am a little dehydrated by this time, so I remind them of that and tell them they probably should put my IV in. It was a little tricky being my veins had went into hiding from not being nourished properly. About 4:30 I was wheeled back to have my deviated septum fixed. I was out of surgery in about 45 mins and I remember waking up and still feeling the breathing tube down my throat. I really don’t like that feeling. I pretty much went right home, ate some soup and went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Thanksgiving day we spent the majority of time over at the Thompson house, we made a pit stop by the Paxman family dinner as well. I felt pretty good considering my nose has just been broken and fixed the day before. 2 weeks later my brother Kasey went in to have his tonsils removed. He really didn’t like the experience at all, Thank goodness we know someone in the ice cream business and he was able to have some soft cold foods to get some kind of food into him. About 2 weeks following Kasey having surgery my Dad went in for a Knee Replacement; this is something he has wanted to get done for at few years now but Doctors just kept pushing it back because of his age. They thought went they went in that he would need to have a FULL knee replacement, however once they got in and truly assessed the knee the decided to only do a partial knee replacement. My dad spent basically 2 days in the hospital, and came home early on Christmas Eve, what a great present to have my dad home for Christmas and not having to spend Christmas day at the hospital. I am happy to say my dad is home, walking around and even begun driving again this past week.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Christmas we great! Seth and I were both very spoiled. Seth has bought us a couch on black Friday, so that we can entertain more people at our place and have somewhere to relax and snuggle together. We love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TS3hreZA3II/AAAAAAAAAUs/Pzbxf2AQYOA/s1600/1000000198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TS3hreZA3II/AAAAAAAAAUs/Pzbxf2AQYOA/s320/1000000198.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TS3isITSBZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/fZFf3dB2cTk/s1600/1000000221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TS3isITSBZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/fZFf3dB2cTk/s320/1000000221.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TS3iqAR-ihI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VTO6u3aEVEg/s1600/1000000207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TS3iqAR-ihI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VTO6u3aEVEg/s320/1000000207.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TS3imY4Q4mI/AAAAAAAAAU8/xlxNs_1AYDU/s1600/1000000205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TS3imY4Q4mI/AAAAAAAAAU8/xlxNs_1AYDU/s320/1000000205.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TS3hxwCApYI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EW4V1INIENM/s1600/1000000176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TS3hxwCApYI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EW4V1INIENM/s320/1000000176.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Our First Christmas Tree :) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So that was obviously out big Christmas present. I had been a snoop and figured out that Seth was going to sign us up for Netflix, which we were going to have to stream through our Wii and only be able to stream in SD, so I bought Seth a Blu-Ray player with Netflix capabilities, funny thing is Seth was going for the same thing a bought a Blu-Ray player for us as well.. So I made him take the one he got for me back before Christmas and figure something else out, cause I know I am a lot easier to shop for than he is. But hey at least we both know the other was thinking about it right? My parent gave me a new pots and pans so I don’t have to use the misfit pots and pans anymore , they also gave me a blender so I can make smoothies, or as Jesten would like to call it a Margarita Making Machine. I love having new kitchen gadgets, they are so much fun and I love thinking of new things to make in/with them. We also receive a few(4 blankets), but I love my blankets and they are so so so snuggly! Zoie got a big bone and a pink hoodie plus lots of treats throughout the holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For New Years we didn’t have really any plans and ended up at my parents playing games and watching a movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Right after the Holidays comes Seth’s Birthday… It was actually on Monday! For his birthday I surprised him by only working a ½ day at work then sneaking home to surprise him. We went to lunch at the Cheesecake Factory, Did a little shopping at the mall, where Seth got a remote control helicopter, he is such a kid at heart! After hanging out all day we went over to my mom’s for Cake, she has decided after watching many cake shows she wants to decorate cakes.. so this is the cake they made for Seth. This is the first time she has ever made a 3 tier cake, let alone used fondant to cover the cake. I think it turned out pretty good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TS3iL3YNZTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/FSqetOHhf3o/s1600/1000000233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TS3iL3YNZTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/FSqetOHhf3o/s320/1000000233.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TS3iOeAKRgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/b2CKhjJ9hMY/s1600/1000000231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TS3iOeAKRgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/b2CKhjJ9hMY/s320/1000000231.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now it’s on to planning the Wedding! As of right now we have chosen to go with April 8th , the only thing that might make that change is if the venue we select doesn’t have that date, then we may change slightly. We will see… The wedding is going to be in Salt Lake rather than Mexico like I was previously planning, because I am super scared of not knowing my vendors and everything not working out like I had planned. Plus it will allow more of our friend to make it to the reception and wedding. So… If you would like and invite you best be emailing me your address either through my blog, facebook, or my email. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;That’s pretty much the news from my end. I am going to try and do better about keeping up with things, and posting more about the wedding as it gets planned, but you know life gets so busy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-3132261077733652154?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/3132261077733652154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-few-months.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/3132261077733652154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/3132261077733652154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-few-months.html' title='The last few months..'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TS3hreZA3II/AAAAAAAAAUs/Pzbxf2AQYOA/s72-c/1000000198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-8153130986834972934</id><published>2010-11-08T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T07:59:07.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect!</title><content type='html'>So I know I kinda suck at updating the ol' blog... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time I have some exciting stuff for you to see! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend Seth and I had our Engagement pictures taken.&amp;nbsp; I think they turned out pretty cute, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgakp4DJpI/AAAAAAAAATs/TQWK8pfnokc/s1600/editengagements+040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgakp4DJpI/AAAAAAAAATs/TQWK8pfnokc/s320/editengagements+040.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgaCXFkLGI/AAAAAAAAATg/4xFX248RjDA/s1600/editengagements+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgaCXFkLGI/AAAAAAAAATg/4xFX248RjDA/s320/editengagements+016.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgaXAdF1kI/AAAAAAAAATk/zWILgG0AKX0/s1600/editengagements+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgaXAdF1kI/AAAAAAAAATk/zWILgG0AKX0/s320/editengagements+020.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgag0SuAXI/AAAAAAAAATo/af8L9OSJC1k/s1600/editengagements+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgag0SuAXI/AAAAAAAAATo/af8L9OSJC1k/s320/editengagements+021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgapJeO69I/AAAAAAAAATw/mX_-MS6y2ng/s1600/editengagements+143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgapJeO69I/AAAAAAAAATw/mX_-MS6y2ng/s320/editengagements+143.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgatjm6L0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/mMZr7DcAT9M/s1600/editengagements+182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgatjm6L0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/mMZr7DcAT9M/s320/editengagements+182.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgaw1atZYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/I7agGKSwX_k/s1600/editengagements+204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgaw1atZYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/I7agGKSwX_k/s320/editengagements+204.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNga8_gCywI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9fpDbITKH-U/s1600/editengagements+262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNga8_gCywI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9fpDbITKH-U/s320/editengagements+262.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgbL-zIDeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/nuy1jLIUcCs/s1600/engagements+214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgbL-zIDeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/nuy1jLIUcCs/s320/engagements+214.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgZ8t02JZI/AAAAAAAAATc/m56NJnZu1f8/s1600/editengagements+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgZ8t02JZI/AAAAAAAAATc/m56NJnZu1f8/s320/editengagements+010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our Photographer was my little brothers girlfriend, she is just starting out in the photography world but I am pretty happy with what she did... you can check out more of her photography at &lt;a href="http://madisonimaging.webs.com/"&gt;http://madisonimaging.webs.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today is a pretty special day for Seth and I... Today we have been dating for a year! It has been a great year and I love Seth so much, he is such a great example to me and is always there willing to jump in and help me and my family out when needed. He does so much for me at times I feel like I don't do enough for him.&amp;nbsp; I have so much fun with him and we laugh all the time. I couldn't ask for a better fiance. I love you babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-8153130986834972934?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/8153130986834972934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/11/picture-perfect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/8153130986834972934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/8153130986834972934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/11/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TNgakp4DJpI/AAAAAAAAATs/TQWK8pfnokc/s72-c/editengagements+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-6010705635329691376</id><published>2010-10-21T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T15:00:21.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Fiance Ever!</title><content type='html'>Seth is the BESTEST Fiance Ever! He left this morning to go to Geek Fest 2010 with His friends.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I got this afternoon from my love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TMC2uXSjxvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/PgBNJHBR6As/s1600/IMG_4233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TMC2uXSjxvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/PgBNJHBR6As/s320/IMG_4233.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Seth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TMC2v2qLJzI/AAAAAAAAATU/iPNDlTDZfLE/s1600/IMG_6150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TMC2v2qLJzI/AAAAAAAAATU/iPNDlTDZfLE/s320/IMG_6150.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seth and I on his Boat for the first time Ever... it was a very long long process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TMC2xdWkdbI/AAAAAAAAATY/d_mMxvko_dY/s1600/IMG_6812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TMC2xdWkdbI/AAAAAAAAATY/d_mMxvko_dY/s320/IMG_6812.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A preview of this weekend... I will be going to Witches Night Out! Be on the Look-Out for some Great pictures as well as some funny crazy Thompson' Shenanigans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-6010705635329691376?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/6010705635329691376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-fiance-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/6010705635329691376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/6010705635329691376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-fiance-ever.html' title='Best Fiance Ever!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TMC2uXSjxvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/PgBNJHBR6As/s72-c/IMG_4233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-2454899326134622063</id><published>2010-07-29T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:46:38.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Engaged*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TFGh2BGdVCI/AAAAAAAAASk/aA3d6n9P_xA/s1600/photo1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TFGh2BGdVCI/AAAAAAAAASk/aA3d6n9P_xA/s200/photo1.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TFGhuDWrmEI/AAAAAAAAASc/2IKQN1WzulU/s1600/photo2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TFGhuDWrmEI/AAAAAAAAASc/2IKQN1WzulU/s200/photo2.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's Right! I am Engaged to my Boyfriend of the last almost 9 months Seth! I am so excited. I have known that it was going to be happening sometime soon just really didn't know when or how. I had my suspicions of when and where but.. I was totally wrong! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth and I had been talking about the possibility of getting married since I would say the middle of April if not sooner.&amp;nbsp; Seth had done a lot of ring shopping without me as I really didn't want to be placed in the awkward seat of the Jewelers putting my emotions towards a ring in Seth's lap. Yes I have been engaged twice before Seth, yes I have been in that awkward seat before and it just wasn't my idea of fun this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth would send me pictures of rings here and there and I never really found one I fell in love with.&amp;nbsp; So he asked if I would go shopping with him and he promised he would not get into the whole financial aspect of buying a ring with me there, so I agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday July 5th, "We went to Jared"... yes we went to Jared, i know a little cheesy but its just how it happened.&amp;nbsp; I has been looking online and had an idea of a look I wanted. My taste in rings have change with each engagement. I want something that I feel like is going to be unique yes timeless and classy. Not to huge but not to small. I feel like my ring is just that.&amp;nbsp; We found it at Jared, after looking many places online and in a few stores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gotten a phone call while we were at Jared which gave me a good escape to let Seth talk about his end of the whole deal, which I was thankful for.&amp;nbsp; There were a few complications with getting the ring into his hands ready for a proposal, first they sold the original diamond we had picked out, then he chose another one and had them put it in the setting, took the ring and realized they didn't size it correctly, took it back in and they sized it too big (before it was too small), so he had to take it back in and have it sized correctly for the final time.&amp;nbsp; I knew he officially had the ring on July 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend of July 23-25 my family, some friends and Seth all went up to Bear lake for the weekend, camping and riding our waverunners... This is my favorite lake and camping/waverunning is one of my favorite things to do, so I thought knowing he had the ring that he would propose, he always promised me that once he had the ring he wouldn't hold onto it for very long. Needless to say the camping trip had came and gone and we were back in Riverton unpacking everything... and I still had no ring.. I was a little bummed, I could of sworn he was going to propose up at the lake... After everything had been cleaned up and put away Seth decided he was going to go home, shower, and take a nap. At least that is what he told me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left, I showered, gave Zoie and Bath and was sitting around the house in my pajamas as I was tired from the long, hot weekend. My family was getting ready to have dinner (some leftover chicken salad sandwiches from camping.)&amp;nbsp; I was being lazy, I asked my little brother Presten to go get me a drink out of the fridge in the garage ( for those of you who haven't been to my parents house we have a fridge in the garage that is basically a drink fridge.)&amp;nbsp; Presten was awesome and went to get me a drink.&amp;nbsp; I was cutting the corn off the cob and my mom told me she would finish cutting it off if I would go get her a bottle of water from the garage, Presten said he would and went to get my mom a bottle of water.&amp;nbsp; He came back in and my dad asked me to go get him a drink... and said it was my turn not Presten's so i got up and went to get him a diet coke from the fridge out in the garage. I open the garage door and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Seth with a dozen red roses, down on one knee, in his suit with my ring in one hand. I was shocked I wasn't expecting to see him in the garage,&amp;nbsp;I thought he was at home sleeping... I was in pretty good shock that I don't remember exactly what he said but I know he asked me to marry him, and of course I said Yes!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then ate dinner with my family, then decided we wanted to go to Village Inn for pie, as that was the place that we officially met each other.&amp;nbsp; We sat in the same both, and it was just fun to look back at our dating and some of the fun yet crazy times have shared in the last 9 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no official wedding date planned right now, however we are thinking sometime in March 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TFGh6zzY02I/AAAAAAAAASs/ar5NKn9sm4k/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TFGh6zzY02I/AAAAAAAAASs/ar5NKn9sm4k/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-2454899326134622063?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/2454899326134622063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/07/engaged.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/2454899326134622063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/2454899326134622063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/07/engaged.html' title='~*Engaged*~'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TFGh2BGdVCI/AAAAAAAAASk/aA3d6n9P_xA/s72-c/photo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-2488990994455883323</id><published>2010-07-20T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:22:51.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Well I guess summer is Officially here! We just completed one four camping/ lake trips this summer!&amp;nbsp; It was our only camping trip up to Jordanelle,&amp;nbsp; we like this lake for its closeness to home, and its fun coves to play in.&amp;nbsp; I didn't get any good pics of the lake or camping but I got an awesome "Chubby Bunny" picture of Seth.&amp;nbsp; We were playing Chubby bunny with the extra large campfire marshmallows.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't get even one in my mouth completely without gagging. Seth he got a whopping &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; in his mouth!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TEXW1CMVFVI/AAAAAAAAARk/kG6F7SpzOqM/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TEXW1CMVFVI/AAAAAAAAARk/kG6F7SpzOqM/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The following weekend we had our "Thompson Family Reunion" in Goshen, Utah.. yeah I know most of you have no idea where that is, but its a small small town near Santaquin, Utah which is where my dad grew up. My grandma was in charge of the big party this year... I don't remember going to these much in years past but I know they have them every year.&amp;nbsp; My grandma sorta had the whole Hawaiian theme going on these are a few photos of the "Great" Decorations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TEXW9fOM8wI/AAAAAAAAAR8/1gsvpc4bOZU/s1600/photo4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TEXW9fOM8wI/AAAAAAAAAR8/1gsvpc4bOZU/s320/photo4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TEXXATeAjCI/AAAAAAAAASE/pxx2z_s0zVY/s1600/photo6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TEXXATeAjCI/AAAAAAAAASE/pxx2z_s0zVY/s320/photo6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I want you to notice that in the close up of the lighted palm tree there is a bird, and a plastic doll hanging in there... I was trying to be sneaky in taking the pictures so they aren't the greatest!&amp;nbsp; I also loved the gay rainbow flag we had going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On a few other Random notes I cut my hair... it was a mistake and I am not very fond of it... This is the new do... what do you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TEXW3Nrpq5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/AUQ3EqNqWDk/s1600/photo2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TEXW3Nrpq5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/AUQ3EqNqWDk/s320/photo2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since Seth gave me and Iphone I just love playing on it and downloaded a photo editing app, yes there is an app for that! lol.. I was playing around and came up with this version of the photo.. I really liked it, my mom said it looked like I was trying to get some clients... if you know what I mean... Do you think I am selling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TEXW15uqpcI/AAAAAAAAARs/-vZGw1ArZ2s/s1600/photo1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TEXW15uqpcI/AAAAAAAAARs/-vZGw1ArZ2s/s320/photo1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every Tuesday we watch Guns, he is basically my adopted nephew! He is seriously&amp;nbsp; one of the happiest babies I have ever met!&amp;nbsp; I was making dinner for Seth, my dad and I, so Seth had to hold Baby guns and he fell asleep in his arms...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TEXXF4O33ZI/AAAAAAAAASM/Mtv9dMmBqmY/s1600/photo7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TEXXF4O33ZI/AAAAAAAAASM/Mtv9dMmBqmY/s320/photo7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Precious Huh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is also Guns and his FAVORITE papa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TEXXKQuiukI/AAAAAAAAASU/OoaQlxGtGow/s1600/photo8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TEXXKQuiukI/AAAAAAAAASU/OoaQlxGtGow/s320/photo8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's all for now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stay tuned for some exciting news Maybe Next week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-2488990994455883323?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/2488990994455883323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/2488990994455883323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/2488990994455883323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-2010.html' title='Summer 2010'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TEXW1CMVFVI/AAAAAAAAARk/kG6F7SpzOqM/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-8800688289753376962</id><published>2010-07-08T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:09:35.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know I know...</title><content type='html'>Its been forever since I have updated the bloggity blog... I guess I just feel like since I don't have pictures to show of things I shouldn't write a post.&amp;nbsp; So here is what has been going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In early May I turned 27! yeah its stung a little but I am moving on from it. Shortly after my birthday my family, myself, and Seth went on a vacation down to Orlando.&amp;nbsp; We went to a lot of amusement parks, It was time for a thrill seeking vacation rather than a rich in history vacation. &lt;br /&gt;We started the trip by going to Tampa and visiting Bush Gardens- I am going to give this park a C, They had 2 fairly thrilling rides, but I was expecting more. We spent maybe 2.5 hours in the park then decided to leave after Kasey had gotten motion sickness and well Seth, he ripped his shorts with a huge hole in them, this was not his vacation for clothes lol.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;On Saturday the next day we went to Aquatica, which was a pretty fun water park owned by Sea world. They have a slide they advertise as being pretty cool, you go through clear slides that push you through a pool of black &amp;amp; white dolphins the problem was that it was like 3 seconds in the slide.&amp;nbsp; They has many other fun slides and the whole family has a blast at the water park. &lt;br /&gt;On Mother's Day we went to the place the my mom, and most of my family love best! Sea World!&amp;nbsp; it was a lot of fun to see the dolphin show, ride the manta, and see all the seal life. The Believe show just isn't the same as it was when I was a child, i think mostly because the trainers are not allowed in the water with the whales anymore and its just not as cool without them doing what they love to do.&amp;nbsp; I understand that, that lady was killed, but it was not the whales fault he thought he was just playing with his friend.&amp;nbsp; They need to put the trainers back in the water. &lt;br /&gt;The next day we were off to Universal Studios, I like this park, there is pretty much something for everyone, great shows, and some great rides. Presten lost his cell phone on the rockin rollar coaster. We all got pictures with "The Simpson's" and learned a little about moving making.&amp;nbsp; Presten, Kasey and my mom all got to be part of short demonstration on movie making as well. &lt;br /&gt;The following day we all headed down to Clearwater beach to hang out and soak up some sun.&amp;nbsp; Kasey and Presten went Para sailing for the first time.&amp;nbsp; Everyone has previously done it so it wasn't as big of a deal for anyone else to go but it was fun to get to see them enjoy the ride. &lt;br /&gt;Next came Universal Studios Islands of Adventure, This park was fun and has some pretty fun rides.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed going on the Hulk, spiderman, and the dueling dragons (which I think they turned into a new harry potter ride now.)&amp;nbsp; The boys all went on a water ride and got soaked, so then me and my mom bought ponchos for the river raft ride... Yeah lets just say didn't really do the best of jobs our bottoms still got soaked but it was pretty hot and we managed to dry off fairly quickly. &lt;br /&gt;Disneyworld/ Epcot was the next day, we were planning on 2 days for the Disney parks however we found out while down in Florida that they were having the last&amp;nbsp; Atlantis launch on the Friday, So we spent 1 day between the 2 parks,&amp;nbsp; A lot of the rides and Disneyworld were down which was a little saddening but I have been to Disneyland bunches so I know the rides. Seth however has never been to really any amusement park other than Lagoon. I wish he was able to experience Space Mountain but I guess there is always California right? &lt;br /&gt;On our last day in Orlando we drove down to the coast which was suppose to be a 2 hour drive ended up being about 5 hours.&amp;nbsp; We saw the space shuttle launch then hurried back to the car to try to beat the traffic jam that was inevitable to get back to Orlando.&amp;nbsp;A guy that I work with has a son that works for NASA&amp;nbsp; and I have a few of the pictures he took that day, his our much better than the ones we have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TDYfKFJ2qSI/AAAAAAAAARE/WtTtnOBtVYM/s1600/Atlantis_132_Launch_Ostoski.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TDYfKFJ2qSI/AAAAAAAAARE/WtTtnOBtVYM/s320/Atlantis_132_Launch_Ostoski.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TDYfP9I9s0I/AAAAAAAAARM/FUBZf8EZuVo/s1600/P1070511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TDYfP9I9s0I/AAAAAAAAARM/FUBZf8EZuVo/s320/P1070511.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TDYfTeag0SI/AAAAAAAAARU/qGL0YEmOW4c/s1600/P1070532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TDYfTeag0SI/AAAAAAAAARU/qGL0YEmOW4c/s320/P1070532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TDYfXEXGJdI/AAAAAAAAARc/FXpPundmPSc/s1600/P1070537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TDYfXEXGJdI/AAAAAAAAARc/FXpPundmPSc/s320/P1070537.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TDYfHvXu1NI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/epy-IpCUrYA/s1600/Atlantis_132_Launch2_Ostoski.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TDYfHvXu1NI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/epy-IpCUrYA/s320/Atlantis_132_Launch2_Ostoski.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The rest of May not much happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June work was super busy with Open Enrollment stuff and planning for all of the stuff that goes along with that.&amp;nbsp; I was lucky to get to travel with my boss this year for one open enrollment meeting out in Winnemucca. I know its not a dream vacation but it was nice to get away from my office work and see what we really do. While I was out in Winnemucca, I was given the special privilege to go 1700 feet below the surface of the earth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What a crazy experience, to think your that far underground and to see the work the our employees do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was underground for about 23 hours and got to see our underground shop, yes a whole mechanic's shop is built in underground! its amazing down there and the way everything is connected.&amp;nbsp; Its very loud with all the heavy equipment working to drill, mine and prepare for a blast!.&amp;nbsp; Luckily the safety guy who gave me the grand tour was awesome enough to remember his camera so here are a few pictures from me underground. I know they aren't attractive or even the best quality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TDYex0rfOvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7Z7yS6p09Ns/s1600/DSCN3241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TDYex0rfOvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7Z7yS6p09Ns/s320/DSCN3241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Me and one of our employees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TDYetz8c9cI/AAAAAAAAAQk/0bkZRwmnoHI/s1600/DSCN3243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TDYetz8c9cI/AAAAAAAAAQk/0bkZRwmnoHI/s320/DSCN3243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is where they are getting ready for a blast, they are drilling holes to put dynamite in behind me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TDYepm_4ZlI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZSUNRutIxBs/s1600/DSCN3244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TDYepm_4ZlI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZSUNRutIxBs/s320/DSCN3244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the cage that lowers you into the mine, this is at 1700 feet below the surface. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from Winnemucca, Seth met me and we went downtown to get the new iphone 4,&amp;nbsp; Seth loves me and bought me a iphone and put me on his coldstone/family plan :) so I got a great deal.&amp;nbsp; I love my new phone and I am amazed at how many crazy/fun/interesting things i find I can do with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That weekend I spent much of my time down at the Utah Arts Festival keeping my dad company since he had to be there from open to close for the whole festival.&amp;nbsp; It was fun a lot of friends and family all came to support my dad and we sat by the truck and talked and had a good time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the beginning of July.. its been a crazy one.&amp;nbsp; On the 3rd we had a bbq with some friends and went to see the fireworks down in Riverton, for being a fairly small area they put on a great show.&amp;nbsp; On the 4th Seth and I went to a family bbq for his side of the family.&amp;nbsp; It was interesting to see where his Cousins live, as it was just around the corner from our old house in SoJo... Come to find out my little brother Presten use to play with Seth's cousin... Crazy how you find those random connections.&amp;nbsp; On the 5th... Seth got off a little early to go with me... but I will tell you what we were doing in another post... so stay tuned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-8800688289753376962?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/8800688289753376962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-know-i-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/8800688289753376962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/8800688289753376962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-know-i-know.html' title='I Know I know...'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/TDYfKFJ2qSI/AAAAAAAAARE/WtTtnOBtVYM/s72-c/Atlantis_132_Launch_Ostoski.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-4097143453822315510</id><published>2010-04-14T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:45:56.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Car</title><content type='html'>So a little over a month ago my parents and Jesten both bought new cars, which in return gave me the I want a new car itch slightly. I began looking on KSL for something I really wanted either an Acura TL or Lexus ISF however I know I cannot afford the ISF at least the one I would want. So I searched for Acura's. I found a few that I like online but they were all down in utah county and I never foud myself that way to be able to look at it in person.&amp;nbsp; Then last Thursday I was looking online and found one down at Ken Garff Honda, it was pretty and had all the fun stuff I really wanted right.. So I went and looked it was pretty and I like it, My mom suggested that I go look at the dealership that my parents bought their truck from a little over a year ago and Jesten had just bought him BMW from, I went and looked... then fell in love.. put my Mazda up for sell on Friday and within hours I was getting a lot of hits on my Mazda add. Friday night I took my parents, and seth with me back to the dealership, siad I want that car, but I know its been sitting there for a month so I knew they would wan to wheel and deal on it to move it! Well it worked in myfavor and I now own a 2007 Acura TL Type S. I love my little Mitzie (named after my grandpa gordon's dog, because he once had a white acura as well) Isn't she pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/S8Xh_jHR_DI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gv-FhsRUlyA/s1600/Acura.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/S8Xh_jHR_DI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gv-FhsRUlyA/s320/Acura.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-4097143453822315510?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/4097143453822315510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-car.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/4097143453822315510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/4097143453822315510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-car.html' title='New Car'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/S8Xh_jHR_DI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gv-FhsRUlyA/s72-c/Acura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-6870645629529316034</id><published>2010-04-07T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:09:34.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On....</title><content type='html'>So I thought that being I haven't posted about what has been happening lately I should do that.&amp;nbsp; About 2 weeks ago I moved back to my parents house.&amp;nbsp; This was kind of a forced/ but good change I think. Although I really loved my roommate Jessie, the situation at the house got a little crazy for me. She decided to have her boyfriend who I don't really trust for a few reason's move in, he is also the kind of guy who you feel like is always looking down and judging you.&amp;nbsp; I constantly felt like he was watching my every move, and when I mentioned something about it, it changed to him hiding out upstairs all the time and that just got more annoying. This guy wasn't a very nice guy. I don't think he treated my roommate well but thats for her to figure out and me to move on with.&amp;nbsp; So I am back home. Don't worry I don't have plans to stay long just long enough for Seth to get out of his place probably around June/July and then we will either buy/or find something to rent out in the Riverton/Herriman area for him to be close to work and me close to my family and better allowing me to allow Zoie her social time and time to run around in my parents backyard with her family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also begun looking for a new job. I feel slightly trapped in my job right now. I don't feel like I can move up or into anything else, with a company this small right now there isn't room for moving.&amp;nbsp; I have also felt like I am not getting treated fairly... Here is the story as I told to a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where I work there are 3 administrative assistants. I am the HR Assistant, and we have 2 Office/Operations Assistants. So for the last two years the pay has been like this me making $5.50 per hour, Admin A making 5.75 per hour and Admin B making 8.50 per hour. Me and Admin B both started around the exact same time into similar roles, she started 1 week prior to me. Through the last few years we both kinda fell in opposite but still similar positions her focusing more on operations and me focusing on HR. We have both been with the company for about 3 1/2 years. I came in with some college background but no degree; she came in with a background in real estate and a real estate license. Since then I have completed my Associates degree :), and Admin B has started going to a career college to earn a degree. (Just in the last 6 months). Now here is what I think... Being a Mormon in mining is kinda rare in the mining industry.(out of the 3 assistants I am the only lds girl, and my hr manager is also not LDS nor is my General Manager) I work with a ton of drinkers who are always getting together to have Margarita’s and beers. I decline to go to the bar with them after work because really I have no place there. However I feel like it’s putting me in a lower position because I am LDS and I choose not to drink that I am getting over looked when it comes to pay. We just recently got raises. I did the market research on these for my boss who then took them to the General Manager. When looking at them I realized even more how I should be making much more with going on 3 years experience, many learning courses through the employers council, and finishing my associates where I primarily took business management courses, that I should get a fairly good raise and that it should close the huge gap between me and admin B. I talked briefly with my boss about that gap and she agreed that it should start getting closed, as our job titles are the same and our job duties are very comparable. With that being said raises came out on Monday, I will now be making 7 per hour, Admin A will make the same as me, and Admin B will be making 10.50 per hour. Making the gap even wider. I am beginning to feel like because I choose not to go out and party with my co-workers that I am not getting the money I should be making. Yes I am super happy that I got a raise especially with how the times are going, and I am super happy about that, but at the same time I feel like I am not getting the fairness and consideration because I don't drink with them, and I don't get the face time outside of work that they do... (I have changed the actually wages, due to me not wanting to broadcast what I really make) but the differences are there.&amp;nbsp;So what are your thoughts?&amp;nbsp; What would you do if you were in my shoes?&amp;nbsp; Do I sound like I am just complaining? Do you think my feelings are justifyable? Please let me know all 1 reader of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other side notes here are captions of what else has happened to me in the last bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Presten took 3rd in state in his Culinary Compitition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May Day Vacation in Florida I can't wait.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mom Had Lasik- and can see better than ever. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Dad has neck surgery and is doing well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrea has no idea what is really happening in Jesten's life but I am so glad for little dexter man and the funny thing he did to completely make her wonder... :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kasey has found a good job and seems to be liking it which is nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zoie is cute as ever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Cold Stones new Oreo Cream Ice Cream--- Almost better than Cake Batter. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am Happy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-6870645629529316034?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/6870645629529316034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/04/moving-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/6870645629529316034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/6870645629529316034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/04/moving-on.html' title='Moving On....'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-4485356486010946012</id><published>2010-03-16T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:19:02.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sympathy Anyone?</title><content type='html'>So I am a little ticked off at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See today My dad is having a fairly major surgery. He has a buldging disc in his neck that has been causing him Intense pain for the past 2-3 weeks, his entire arm and hand is asleep at the moment making it hard to drive, write or do anything with that hand, However he has has extreme shoulder pain.&amp;nbsp; Therefore he is undergoing surgery today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided rather than take the day off to sit with my mom in the waiting area I would work most of they day and go to the hospital later as I know my dad will already be spending the night. So my work day is from 8am until 5 pm. I was planning on working through lunch and leaving at 4 pm. Which means I will still work an 8 hour shift today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my boss about my plans to leave at 4 pm today, her attiditude towards me just irritated me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the convo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So I am going to leave around 4 today to go to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Oh what time is your dad's surgery at?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; He should be going in about now I think&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Oh well its a pretty long surgery when (her hubby) had it it was long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling I got was that she was saying I don't have a reason to be at the hospital sooner rather than later. Um Hello they are doing neck surgery on my dad!&amp;nbsp; I feel like its a fairly big deal, but maybe it isn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-4485356486010946012?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/4485356486010946012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/03/sympathy-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/4485356486010946012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/4485356486010946012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/03/sympathy-anyone.html' title='Sympathy Anyone?'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-5750906889600250028</id><published>2010-03-05T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:33:47.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yester Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/S5FOP5jlnBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BacN1DUm0Ts/s1600-h/Jack.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/S5FOP5jlnBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BacN1DUm0Ts/s320/Jack.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/S5FOWhY6NbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Eh0k1txnrz8/s1600-h/Daddy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/S5FOWhY6NbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Eh0k1txnrz8/s320/Daddy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/S5FOVGqAbiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ck4t7yl8Gvw/s1600-h/Truck.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/S5FOVGqAbiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ck4t7yl8Gvw/s320/Truck.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your viewing Pleasure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-5750906889600250028?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/5750906889600250028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/03/yester-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/5750906889600250028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/5750906889600250028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/03/yester-years.html' title='Yester Years'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/S5FOP5jlnBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BacN1DUm0Ts/s72-c/Jack.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-2484490742359374815</id><published>2010-02-26T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T08:45:30.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Manic Friday!</title><content type='html'>OMG... I mean really its friday and its 9:15 am here is Salt Lake,&amp;nbsp; let me tell you about my FABULOUS morning thus far.&amp;nbsp; I am suprised I am in one piece still, with no damage to Zoie, Me or my Car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been battleing some cough/cold/sinus crap for what seems like the better half of 2010 so far.&amp;nbsp; I have tried everything and have just come to realize that I need to let the bug pass and then I will feel better, so with that being said I haven't any drugs this week trying to rid myself of whatever it is that I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I wake up and coughed up the lovely phlem that I have from sleeping, Let me tell you that is so much fun! NOT!&amp;nbsp; I get ready for work, well I half ass get ready for work no make up really, just mascara and I make my hair presentable but not amazing.&amp;nbsp; I get dressed and grab Zoie to go let her outside before I take off for work. Now Zoie is a pretty good dog most of the time, I have always just let her out without a leash as she wont run from me when its just her, she listens well most of the time and I am not too scared about cars on my street.&amp;nbsp; Well Zoie travels across the street to the little ally way to the park in my neighborhood, Just as she was getting ready to come back to get her treat a HUGE truck comes hauling down the road, not super fast but not slow either. So I SCREAM at Zoie making the man in the truck slightly freak out, but then assure him that he is fine and he drives ff and Zoie crosses the street again to come home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoie comes inside and I give her, her treat. Then I go to check her water bowl to give her fresh new water before I leave for the day, as I sit the bowl back down it spills everywhere, so I go to clean it up. When that is all cleaned up I go to get a bag of Office Groceries (stuff for the office) that were in the fridge, apparently the shelves on the door in our fridge are VERY easy to knock off and and thus when the back hit it coming out of the fridge it took off the top shelf, this shelf just happened to have a large jar of&amp;nbsp; Marachino Cherries&amp;nbsp; on it that of course fell, and broke open everywhere.&amp;nbsp; Thus meaning I had to clean up glass, juice and cherries everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my office groceries and purse out to my car to get ready to go to work, realize i wna tto take a vitamin I had just bought, so I toss my stuff into my car, run back into the house, grab the vitamin, go back out to the car to find that I have dumped my purse all over my passanger seat! LOVELY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suprised that after that kind of morning I didn't get in a car accident or something on the way to work.&amp;nbsp; All is well now though, I made it to work, the kitchen floor is clean, and Zoie is at home safe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the weekend goes a lot better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-2484490742359374815?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/2484490742359374815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-another-manic-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/2484490742359374815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/2484490742359374815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-another-manic-friday.html' title='Just Another Manic Friday!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-4718577329180495317</id><published>2010-02-20T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:28:14.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life... Or something like it.</title><content type='html'>So I have been a HUGE slacker lately and I haven't really posted anything anywhere. &amp;nbsp;I guess I have just been busy with life. &amp;nbsp;Since moving work has been crazy with planning and attending my work Christmas party which is always a fun interesting task. I mean come on I work in the Mining field. &amp;nbsp;It went off great and everyone was pleased with the choices that were made. &lt;br /&gt;Then came all the Christmas Cheer... My family christmas party, Seth's family Christmas party, Christmas day trying to make sure we see everyone who needs to be seen yet trying to keep a low key day. &amp;nbsp;For Christmas Seth got me an awesome Cusinart electric frying pan that I LOVE! I can cook so many wonderful things in it and its so easy to clean. He also bought me some new clothes that I picked out and a cord that connects my ipod into any tv. ( He has since kept my ipod loaded with new shows to watch Glee, How I met your mother, Greek, 30 rock, the office) &amp;nbsp;I got him some clothes that i picked out again, a massage, and an iphone cover. &amp;nbsp;Overall Christmas was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated new years at my new place, My roommate Jessie and I decided to throw a new years eve party and it was a great success. We had many of both of our friends over and lots of good food, played rockband and hung out chatting all night long.&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of January we took a trip down to Las Vegas to see Beatles Love at the Mirage. It was alot of fun my entire family went along with Seth... He is so good to always come with me and my family everywhere and never complains about it one bit! &amp;nbsp;While we were down in vegas so close to my mom's birthday, we decided to enroll her in the Mirages Trainer for a day with their Dolphins. It wasn't the greatest as she never really got to swim with them, but she did get to know alot about how they train and teach the dolphins. &amp;nbsp;She even got to interact with the baby dolphin that was super super cute!&lt;br /&gt;Now it is February and Valentines day has come and gone so this post wouldn't be complete without letting you &amp;nbsp;all know how awesome of a Valentines day I had. &amp;nbsp;Seth came over with a pie from Village Inn ( where we first met) Gave me a card to go along with the pie, Then after I finished getting ready he gave me another card, a sock monkey and we went to lunch at Thiaphoon ( where we went on our first "real" date as Seth would call it. &amp;nbsp;I also love Thiaphoon and I would recommend it to anyone. The sock monkey is from the first show Seth wanted to get me into watching How I meet your mother. ) &amp;nbsp;After lunch we went and saw the movie Valentines day, it was so so in my opinion. Following the movie we came home to play the new Mario for the Nintendo Wii which Seth gave me for Valentines day. Yes the Will and the game...&lt;br /&gt;Now Seth just came over tonight after working and he has brought me MarioKart to play on my new wii so I better stop typing and go play some Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-4718577329180495317?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/4718577329180495317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-or-something-like-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/4718577329180495317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/4718577329180495317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-or-something-like-it.html' title='Life... Or something like it.'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-6804645079303456530</id><published>2009-11-04T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:26:08.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a Decorating Idea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SvG5Dj01a5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/_njwg1_noVQ/s1600-h/Bone+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400300899001527186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SvG5Dj01a5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/_njwg1_noVQ/s400/Bone+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you looking for something new to add to your home to Show off your MAD decorating Skills? Have you ever thought about just doing something so out there that people would drop thier jaws in the site of your room(s)... I guess you could follow that Theme of the Cimitero Dei Cappuccini in Rome Italy... Also know as the Church of Immaculate Conception! They have taken the Bodies of thousands of Monks and ripped them apart to decorate this section of the Church... This was one of the most interesteing things we saw while in Rome this time. If you ever go you should totally Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are not allowed but I have scanned in post cards to show everyone what this would look like if you were to find a lot of bones used to decorate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SvG4aAL12WI/AAAAAAAAAPg/x2q6p8O7tXE/s1600-h/Bone+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400300185059711330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SvG4aAL12WI/AAAAAAAAAPg/x2q6p8O7tXE/s400/Bone+8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SvG4ZjGby9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/CgtiRhIJYqQ/s1600-h/Bone+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400300177252404178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SvG4ZjGby9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/CgtiRhIJYqQ/s400/Bone+7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SvG4ZSMzEcI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/XHOUaFe3smo/s1600-h/Bone+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400300172715692482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SvG4ZSMzEcI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/XHOUaFe3smo/s400/Bone+6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SvG4MTYbZwI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rKg78CNarNo/s1600-h/Bone+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400299949694609154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SvG4MTYbZwI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rKg78CNarNo/s400/Bone+5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400299941717782898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SvG4L1qmsXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rfp-d185UAE/s400/Bone+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SvG4Ls_-mgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fIDfb1r3qdA/s1600-h/Bone+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400299939391511042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SvG4Ls_-mgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fIDfb1r3qdA/s400/Bone+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SvG4LK0rNQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/c5xKDvMoEuU/s1600-h/Bone+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400299930217297154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SvG4LK0rNQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/c5xKDvMoEuU/s400/Bone+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1186379309009114146-6804645079303456530?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/6804645079303456530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/11/looking-for-decorating-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/6804645079303456530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/6804645079303456530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/11/looking-for-decorating-idea.html' title='Looking for a Decorating Idea?'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SvG5Dj01a5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/_njwg1_noVQ/s72-c/Bone+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-1757220408778925048</id><published>2009-10-28T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:44:46.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy part 1</title><content type='html'>Okay Vacation Picture time! I know I know you are all very exciting to hear my stories so here are some pictures with the stories to go with them kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukXCS_3uGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/i-tinqp0_qM/s1600-h/forum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397870956607158370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukXCS_3uGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/i-tinqp0_qM/s320/forum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Roman Forum! This was a really cool place to see as when you are down on the ground you can look back from where this picture was taken and see 3 levels of Ruins so cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukXCG-N30I/AAAAAAAAAOY/RGQBgwmRAQI/s1600-h/Kasey+Ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397870953378996034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukXCG-N30I/AAAAAAAAAOY/RGQBgwmRAQI/s320/Kasey+Ball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kasey at the Vatican Muesum, This is the most recent addition to the muesem and its the most modern artwork there. Kasey was special enough to be able to jump the wires and give this HUGE ball a spin, YES it spins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukXB1qt9jI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5pKMOkYdln4/s1600-h/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397870948733810226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukXB1qt9jI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5pKMOkYdln4/s320/man.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SO while walking around Italy you randomly come upon what you think could be a statue but this is really a Human and they do this as an art, kind of like a violin player sitting on the corner trying to get some money but so cool and they hold very still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukXB_Acn3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/rnsjLSdPnCc/s1600-h/me+forum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397870951240867698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukXB_Acn3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/rnsjLSdPnCc/s320/me+forum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me in the Roman Forum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukXBqeCkiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dCHEQDIh_98/s1600-h/me+trevi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397870945727844898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukXBqeCkiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dCHEQDIh_98/s320/me+trevi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me Tossing my coin into the Fountain De Trevi, By doing this it is said that you will return to this spot sometime in the future.... Hey I did it last time and it worked right? Maybe another time then we will know it FOR SURE works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWhGkEwiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qZz-W0FC0B4/s1600-h/pantheon+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397870386333663778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWhGkEwiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qZz-W0FC0B4/s320/pantheon+night.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I was downloading pictures from everyone's Camera's it appears that Jesten and Andrea went out one night and got some AMAZING pictures of the Roman Sites, This is the Pantheon What a cool building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWghrIWJI/AAAAAAAAANw/KXBODJzZrEg/s1600-h/pit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397870376431147154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWghrIWJI/AAAAAAAAANw/KXBODJzZrEg/s320/pit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First night in Rome we took our Vatican Tour Guides suggestion and went to this Restuarant, The glass piece you see below Jesten's is where they have dug into the ground so you can see some of Anciet Rome, There was no way I would have been able to sit on this seat! Freaked me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWgSQ5zzI/AAAAAAAAANo/dVpSm1dDlmQ/s1600-h/Roman+Forum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397870372294610738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWgSQ5zzI/AAAAAAAAANo/dVpSm1dDlmQ/s320/Roman+Forum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Roman Forum Agian, I just loved this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWgD0lkiI/AAAAAAAAANg/k6JH4Mntibk/s1600-h/trevi+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397870368417747490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWgD0lkiI/AAAAAAAAANg/k6JH4Mntibk/s320/trevi+night.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fountain De Trevi at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWfz8rbqI/AAAAAAAAANY/YZk5WC15JP0/s1600-h/unkown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397870364156718754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWfz8rbqI/AAAAAAAAANY/YZk5WC15JP0/s320/unkown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier at Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWKS7B1iI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QJVvN07pw40/s1600-h/statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869994514175522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWKS7B1iI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QJVvN07pw40/s320/statue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my Statue Pose (Yes I am a Poser) This is inside the Colosseum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWKLoPOyI/AAAAAAAAANI/lBS7BjxgkaU/s1600-h/mom+statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869992556313378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWKLoPOyI/AAAAAAAAANI/lBS7BjxgkaU/s320/mom+statue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mom's Statue Pose or as I would like to say My Mom as a Pretty Pretty Ballerina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWJ4IuanI/AAAAAAAAANA/tM1E1ie0gn0/s1600-h/mom+me+collosseum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869987323865714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWJ4IuanI/AAAAAAAAANA/tM1E1ie0gn0/s320/mom+me+collosseum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mom Listening to our very LAME guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWJm4hOzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/AU-a8Q16wPE/s1600-h/Me+Presten+Nerds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869982692490034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWJm4hOzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/AU-a8Q16wPE/s320/Me+Presten+Nerds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Presten and I, Being complete nerds with the Camera while sitting in the Colosseum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWJfZt9mI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2PH3w-vzE14/s1600-h/me+gladiator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869980684252770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukWJfZt9mI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2PH3w-vzE14/s320/me+gladiator.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was getting REVENGE! If you don't know what I am talking about ask me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVv-NpYvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tgXtmuCqUyA/s1600-h/Grandma+Statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869542278521586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVv-NpYvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tgXtmuCqUyA/s320/Grandma+Statue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was probably one of the Only pictures Grandma came up with herself and was happy about doing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVvu28_8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/ly8gj6e6uXA/s1600-h/gladiators+grands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869538156806082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVvu28_8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/ly8gj6e6uXA/s320/gladiators+grands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture makes me laugh so hard I mean just look at Grandma and thats all you need :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVvNjiH8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/LWYWGG7GmTI/s1600-h/fam+collosseum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869529216982978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVvNjiH8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/LWYWGG7GmTI/s320/fam+collosseum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my mom, Kasey and Presten inside the Colosseum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVuy8LAkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/rcj8K96XKXM/s1600-h/duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869522072568386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVuy8LAkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/rcj8K96XKXM/s320/duck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FAMOUS Pringles Duck Face outside the Colosseum, I know I am a total Nerd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVut0ZwUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TgIYIfTcbqs/s1600-h/collosseum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869520697803074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVut0ZwUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TgIYIfTcbqs/s320/collosseum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Colosseu&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869060629379138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVT77iuEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7PNlT0oyDIc/s320/Colloseum+night.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVTqjDCcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/prto2r7atak/s1600-h/colloseum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869055963236802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVTqjDCcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/prto2r7atak/s320/colloseum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVTa2zDbI/AAAAAAAAALw/rlaI08JxBb8/s1600-h/Sorrento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869051751108018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVTa2zDbI/AAAAAAAAALw/rlaI08JxBb8/s320/Sorrento.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If My memory is right I believe this is a little walk way somewhere along the Almalfi Coast Line &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVTDyj-LI/AAAAAAAAALo/7FQOwh6N2xs/s1600-h/Nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869045559326898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVTDyj-LI/AAAAAAAAALo/7FQOwh6N2xs/s320/Nativity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Along the Almafi coast they have these scenes that they use as Nativity Scenes during the Holidays this is what they look like when the put the people in them, But they are all along the coast very interesting and what a fun idea I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVSz3IVtI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLfieoIRDrQ/s1600-h/me+almalfi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869041283520210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukVSz3IVtI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLfieoIRDrQ/s320/me+almalfi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the Almafi Coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukTT6lwmRI/AAAAAAAAALY/QCMdD8fJ0yk/s1600-h/family+almafi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397866861246322962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukTT6lwmRI/AAAAAAAAALY/QCMdD8fJ0yk/s320/family+almafi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukTTgO1b3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/hd0uq9fapgk/s1600-h/Coast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397866854170849138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukTTgO1b3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/hd0uq9fapgk/s320/Coast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Day in Almafi was not the clearest of days but still look how Beautiful this was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukTTdxoApI/AAAAAAAAALI/WrHF30CX76k/s1600-h/Almafi+Coast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397866853511463570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukTTdxoApI/AAAAAAAAALI/WrHF30CX76k/s320/Almafi+Coast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukTTC4QlSI/AAAAAAAAALA/6vu4TrNI3qA/s1600-h/ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397866846291531042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukTTC4QlSI/AAAAAAAAALA/6vu4TrNI3qA/s320/ab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we were told to look at this little rock in the water cause it looks kinda like Abraham Lincoln. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukTSwS3rFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/itE3QHOkzPo/s1600-h/almafi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397866841302871122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukTSwS3rFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/itE3QHOkzPo/s320/almafi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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;p&gt;And more of the Coast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If You want to see more of the pictures as we only took a FEW thousand you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.thompsontrips.shutterfly.com/"&gt;www.thompsontrips.shutterfly.com&lt;/a&gt; and view all of the pictures taken by me and my family. Also Presten and I make a few blog post on our Family Vacation Website as well. Enjoy and I can't wait to share more of my Adventures with all of you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-1757220408778925048?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/1757220408778925048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/10/italy-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/1757220408778925048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/1757220408778925048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/10/italy-part-1.html' title='Italy part 1'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SukXCS_3uGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/i-tinqp0_qM/s72-c/forum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-7567352796849969335</id><published>2009-10-26T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T07:44:58.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Movin Out!</title><content type='html'>So Yesterday I moved out! Oh what a day that was let me tell you! I wasn't really able to sleep in in the morning so I got up and started to get things ready to move, then I had to wake up Kasey so I had the help to get things moved, Then I went to ask my mom if I could use Bessie(her Truck) and she said that Bessie was not a hauling truck she was just a look at truck but I did talk her into letting me take my mattress in the truck. So Kasey emptied out the bed of his Blue beater and  I went to pull out Bessie and park her by the front of the house to make things a lot easier to load right? Well on the driveway already was my car, the blue beater and Kasey's Altima... So I was backing up bessie and **SMACK** she back right into Kasey's altima, yes I know it sounds like I am blaming this on Bessie and I think I will stick with that even though I know it was really my fault! So now I feel completely bad that I just hit Kasey's car and I am frazzled and I just don't know what I want to do... I feel bad cause I was no so smart, and I feel bad for Kasey cause he was trying to help me and I just hit his car. So I do the only logical girl thing and start crying and apologizing like crazy. Then I had to fess up to Mom that bessie had been involved in an accident :(. Mom freaked out like we all knew she would although there is BARELY a scratch and its not really noticable on Bessie, on the other hand Kasey's car is going to need a new light, bumper and probably side panel :(.  So as you can all imagine I got Shit for the rest of the day because of this. :(.  To make the day even slightly worse I was helping get my mattress out of the house and as I was walking down the front steps I fell and got a nice Raspberry on my knee, oh what fun that was :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note. I did get some great help from my Brother and Seth which I was very thankful for and I was able to spend sometime with Seth. After getting all moved in and making a quick trip to the store to get some things I needed we realized that we still have a few hours before we had to be to my parents house for dinner, so we went and saw Zombieland, this was actually a pretty funny show and it was fun.  Seth is a really nice guy and he treats me really well so I am happy spending time with him :). After the movie it was back to my parents house for dinner which was super delicious, mom had made a jack daniels type sauce with Blackberry Wine instead of Jack Daniels and it was oh so good on the steak we ate.  After dinner we watched Dexter with my parents then I went home to get a few things more situated and then off to bed I went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-7567352796849969335?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/7567352796849969335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/10/movin-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/7567352796849969335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/7567352796849969335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/10/movin-out.html' title='Movin Out!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-8072042717174181286</id><published>2009-08-30T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:36:41.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Lake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SpsnKvlxrII/AAAAAAAAAKw/px1RBIVU1-s/s1600-h/Random+207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375933645723905154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SpsnKvlxrII/AAAAAAAAAKw/px1RBIVU1-s/s320/Random+207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SpsnJVxzFmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Xp7tZxfpg-E/s1600-h/Random+206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375933621615138402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SpsnJVxzFmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Xp7tZxfpg-E/s320/Random+206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SpsnI7HeREI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rN_9eE1e3ZE/s1600-h/Random+202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375933614458291266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SpsnI7HeREI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rN_9eE1e3ZE/s320/Random+202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SpsjlmYezhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/35bkcr_VG8k/s1600-h/0731092021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375929709062180370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SpsjlmYezhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/35bkcr_VG8k/s320/0731092021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SpsjlIpf0bI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CLjoS3-FPEg/s1600-h/0801091050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375929701080486322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SpsjlIpf0bI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CLjoS3-FPEg/s320/0801091050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SpsjkmRVxJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HZ9XoloeOb4/s1600-h/0731092009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375929691852358802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SpsjkmRVxJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HZ9XoloeOb4/s320/0731092009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SpsjkJztxtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9QCTuLLYnzo/s1600-h/0731092010a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375929684211910354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SpsjkJztxtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9QCTuLLYnzo/s320/0731092010a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Spsjj_ihnlI/AAAAAAAAAJA/V8xgPnmOdeI/s1600-h/0731092010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375929681455455826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Spsjj_ihnlI/AAAAAAAAAJA/V8xgPnmOdeI/s320/0731092010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have been spending pretty much every other weekend camping up at Bear Lake! I love bear lake as its such a pretty lake and the water is absolutely beautiful so enjoy these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also Enzo loves to play in the sand and water and always gets dirt so enjoy the cute little E! &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/1186379309009114146-8072042717174181286?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/8072042717174181286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/08/bear-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/8072042717174181286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/8072042717174181286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/08/bear-lake.html' title='Bear Lake!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/SpsnKvlxrII/AAAAAAAAAKw/px1RBIVU1-s/s72-c/Random+207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-5495659393189489307</id><published>2009-08-27T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:44:19.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghetto Valley Hospital!- TRUE STORY</title><content type='html'>So I had to go into surgery today to have a cyst removed from my armpit. I know I know weird but it was pretty painful, so I did it... So I arrive today at the Ghetto (Pioneer Valley Hospital) with my mother... walk in and sign in, get my pretty hospital bracelet and was told to go to the information desk and they will escort me to the Outpatient &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Surgery&lt;/span&gt; y waiting area. So my mother and I walk to information to be met by about 4 elderly ladies would had to be at least 70. They were volunteers which I guess is nice... One walks us back about 50 feet to the room where I will need to wait to go into surgery.  While sitting at the nurse's desk and another elderly volunteer lady trying to locate my nurse one of the nurse's ask my name and then said nope your not mine unless you want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;colonoscopy&lt;/span&gt;.  I passed! Waited about 5 minutes for one of the nurses to come in and tell me which section of the  wall with a curtain would be mine... it was right in front of the nurses station.  So I go in and change, I asked if I could leave my bottoms on as they are operating on my arm pit why would it matter if my pants are left on plus I didn't want to come away will a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;testie&lt;/span&gt; ( see I was talking to a friend of mine the other day about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PVH&lt;/span&gt;, and he told me that he knew of a guy who went into surgery there for a hernia and came away with one less ball, so i know they have an extra ball laying around there somewhere right?) So I change and I was going to put on my cute little footie socks they give you but when I opened them they seemed to have some funky stain on them so I passed and let my feet go bare.  Then my true nurse came in and started to prep me for surgery, she was a nicer older but still younger than the senior citizen's club who was ALL volunteering that day. She starts to tie off my arm to get the IV in and then realizes she better check my lab work from the day before (see post below). so she unties the elastic around my arm and walks away.  Comes back and lets me know that I am NOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; Thank goodness now if they could have just believed me yesterday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  I get the IV put into my arm and since nurse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nancy&lt;/span&gt; has her hands full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to hold tubes and what not she needs to use her mouth to unscrew the lid on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;syringe&lt;/span&gt; with saline to push though my iv. Um I am pretty sure that should be against OSHA rules... so she walks away and we joke about it then she some back and needs to hook up the drip bag and does the same thing so not once but twice did I see her use her mouth to unscrew lids to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;syringes&lt;/span&gt;...  After the nurse left and I was sitting there with my mom and dad... some guy comes walking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; and I kid you not I hear... "I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;security&lt;/span&gt; and they are looking to see if they have a slim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;jim&lt;/span&gt;."  My dad got this one pretty good with the jokes I wish I could remember them but anyone who knows my dad can only imagine... then while I was waiting to be taken back and the nurse announced that I wasn't pregnant again my dad said "shake the tube and see what it says this time" so we started making jokes about the magic eight balls you used to see... well I am not joking about 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; later I hear "has anyone seen the eight ball?" Wow I am glad we use such high tech things to make our choices on what to do during surgery these days... So on the way to wheeling me into the surgical room I made jokes about please don't consult a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;quiji&lt;/span&gt; board if there are any complications.  Other than the crazy antics of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;PVH&lt;/span&gt; the surgery went very well. Thanks to all those who send cards and flowers (pretty much my mom and dad). I am doing well and i am not in much pain so that is really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-5495659393189489307?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/5495659393189489307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/08/ghetto-valley-hospital-true-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/5495659393189489307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/5495659393189489307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/08/ghetto-valley-hospital-true-story.html' title='Ghetto Valley Hospital!- TRUE STORY'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-2225372957594866401</id><published>2009-08-26T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:41:42.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery!</title><content type='html'>So I am going under the Knife tomorrow, I have a really annoying cyst that needs to come out!  So tomorrow is the day. Can I just mention how SLOW Pioneer Valley Hospital is??? I know not my first choice in hospitals but its where I get to go cause thats where my dr. does her surgery!  So they called me today first thing and told me I needed to go in and get my blood work done before surgery tomorrow and to get in and do it today. So I decide I will take lunch and go hurry and get my blood drawn right? Should be pretty quick being that Pioneer Valley is just around the corner from my work and all... SHEESHHH! I go there, they dont' have the paperwork saying I need blood work so they have to call and get that... then the lady inputting my information doens't know what she is doing I think she verified my DOB about 5 times.  Then I go to the lab and I have to ring thier doorbell about a dozen times to get someone to come and get me in to draw the blood.  I love how they are checking to see if I am pregnant in my blood, don't you think most people should know if there is even a chance of being pregnant?  I promise I am not nor is there a chance I am.  Anyways an hour and a half later I am back at work Yippy! Tomorrow my little friend will be gone, so tonight we party it up old skool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-2225372957594866401?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/2225372957594866401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/08/surgery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/2225372957594866401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/2225372957594866401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/08/surgery.html' title='Surgery!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-3846977150187287659</id><published>2009-08-07T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:36:42.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Graduate!</title><content type='html'>I am so FREAKING happy today for a few reasons but let just say that I have my FINAL Final tonight right after work! I know a final on a friday UGH! but at least HOPEFULLY by 7pm tonight I can call myself a College Graduate! (just need to apply for graduation lol)  Wish me LUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-3846977150187287659?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/3846977150187287659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/08/college-graduate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/3846977150187287659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/3846977150187287659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/08/college-graduate.html' title='College Graduate!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-3390200843465139033</id><published>2009-08-07T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:34:10.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama for Yo Mamma</title><content type='html'>So As you can see below my silent treatment post musta erked someone! I think i know who!  but to let you all have the FULL picture I am posting my response to Sam Thompson as well and the response I got from "Sam" Gotta love me some DRAMA, but I guess thats cause I am a drama queen right Sam?  Have at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=736272743"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MY MESSAGE TO SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=736272743"&gt;Lacey Thompson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 6 at 6:39pm&lt;br /&gt;Wow as if this message wasn't funny in itself! Yes I do think Jason is action like a 5 year old. Not only does he have things of mine but I have things of his that he wont let me return. EVERY breakup you do through that motion. And about being classy??? I am sure if you knew the thoughts that went into the gifts and everything else that was to take place maybe you would understand but you don't know that now do you and trust me Jason and I talked about things. I haven't bashed on him... I have never once mentioned anything of the sort about Jason on Facebook, I have seen alot of true colors come from alot of people in the ordeal in my life. Not just Jason's and I know I am better off without him at this point. As far as calling me a child at least I am grown up enough to use my Real name and not hide behind some random name! I am pretty sure I can pick out which friend/famil memeber of Jason's this could be. For you to say anything about Jason wanting a temple marriage and myself not wanting one is completely crazy. Your right I wasn't sure what I wanted and still in some ways I don't... But at the same time I never said No i wouldn't never said No i would do a temple marriage the first time around or not. I also was praying and doing what I could to figure out whats best FOR ME! None of this has to do with making my family happy with me. Trust me there has been many many issues there and its something I am dealing with and still taking the same exact actions I was when i was with Jason to rid myself of some of those things. But then again No one would see that from the Udy side of things! I am so glad that I seem to have the crappy attitude as well... because really I don't Your RIght I am pissed about the Silent Treatment and think its VERY childish! But other than that I am moving myself right along and living the life I need to be for ME! I love how I am being told by you that I am trying to bring him down? WTF? I ALWAYS supported him and encouraged him to do what he wanted and needed to do. I was always there to support him in getting articles written for his classes and to help read his stories, to support and love him. I wanted and still want nothing but the best for him! As far as this supposed threat? Its not a threat but I will not stand for the silent treatment and I don't deserve it. I will not harm Jason nor anyone else in his life. I am not that stupid, nor would I do that to anyone. Drama Queen? Oh right I guess thats me??? I am glad we are causing even more drama by even sending this email and tryng to stand up for Jason. I guess you love some DRAMA too! So you can take a good look in the mirror as well. I don't want Jason back at all. I have moved on in my life and have been out with a few guys since we have broken up. It all actuality I am suprised that I was able to move on as quick as I did without feeling the sadness I did with previous relationships. I guess it truely shows me that Jason and I weren't ment to be. Oh but wait I am the crying bitching ex girlfriend right? Thing again honey! But I am glad you felt the need to express some of the silence I have been getting put things into a little clearer picture for me! ThanksLACEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RESPONSE!&lt;br /&gt;Sam Thompson&lt;br /&gt;August 6 at 7:31pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="action" onclick="'return" type="9&amp;amp;cid=" rid="100000130997567&amp;amp;cid2=" cid3="1&amp;amp;h=" href="https://www.facebook.com/inbox/readmessage.php?t=1192801133804&amp;amp;mbox_pos=0#"&gt;Report Message&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever think that maybe just maybe he can't believe your true colors that he doesn't want a thing at all to do with you anymore? Especially after the way you treated him the last time you talked to him. I wouldn't want to talk to you ever again not to mention do the whole exchange of items. Oh so you didn't bash on him huh? Should I say liar. I think you need to go back through your facebook page. There is no need for you to know my real name. Besides I wouldn't waste typing it to someone who would treat another so poorly as you treated him that last night. And you have no freaken clue who I am, I'd laugh at any guess you would dish out either because you don't have any idea. Your right how silly of me you never did say no to Jason for a temple marriage, I think your over bearing parents did that for you. Oh shucks did I say that out loud. Too bad its true. Isn't it just so nice that your just like your mother. And you say you have moved on and your happy your not with him anymore? But still the harassing of him continues. Not to mention the statement that you will get back to him for the silent treatment. Sounds to me like you haven't gotten over him at all. So you will stand up for him for when it comes to his school but what about when your family disses on him? Humm I think you just sat back and let them do it. Umm yeah you were just the best girlfriend weren't you? NOT!! Oh and you wanted the best for him now that is the funny part. Because it sounds to be like the best for him is to be drama free and away from people such as yourself. Oh wait that just contradicts its self doesn't it oops, my bad I guess that your statement is wrong!All I have heard about you is drama this drama that. My god seriously leave the man alone there is no way in hell he is ever going to have a thing to do with you again. So why don't you just go on your merry way and irritate the hell out of another man. I am sure that would be the high light of his life. Sorry I would take a look in the mirror but sadly you already broke it when you looked at it because of all the lies that come out of your mouth. Oh you say you have moved on and dated other guys. Too bad your still contacting him when you say your through with him. Because I know for a fact he was through with you the night you last saw him. Funny that you pretend to go to church and you want all that comes with it but in the end. All you have done is lie to yourself and the big guy upstairs every time you walk into that church. Oh yea sure anytime you need a reality check of just how annoying you are to someone else please just send me an email I will be happy to clear the air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-3390200843465139033?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/3390200843465139033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/08/drama-for-yo-mamma.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/3390200843465139033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/3390200843465139033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/08/drama-for-yo-mamma.html' title='Drama for Yo Mamma'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-2307035284384671286</id><published>2009-08-06T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:58:42.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam Thompson</title><content type='html'>I would LOVE TO share with you the message I got on my facebook regarding this message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entitled Baby?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think your ex acts like a 5 year old huh? Well look at you? Whine whine bitch bitch. Balling I want my USED wii back that you bought him. OMG seriously. Used? Oh yeah that is really classy. First off you don't buy them a used anything for a birthday present second off, you don't give something then want it back. What the hell are you an Indian giver? I wouldn't want to be with you either! Second off you insist on bashing him on facebook? What are you two years old now? Who does that you said he need to grow balls look at you. Who does that? I will tell you who does that a freaken child, that's who. It sounds to me like your the one that is acting like the child here. I would give you the silent treatment also. Also if he wants to get married in the temple and you don't then move on. OMG seriously then go your own ways. You say your fine in the end with the break up because true colors are shinning through. Sounds like your the loser that insists that's its more important to make your family happy when you get married then the one you would be married to for all eternity. Did you ever get the freaken clue that a marriage is about those two people and not everyone else? If anything your family should be supportive that you have someone that wants to be with you until the end of time. Sounds to me like your the one who is going to end up alone in the end. You have a crappy attitude. He is trying to better himself and your trying to bring him down. Sounds to me like he should have kicked you to the curb a long time ago. So I would suggest you freaken grown up act your own age and move on. Have you ever heard what goes around come around? You bite someone in the ass it will surely come back around to get you in the end. So this threat that you will get him back seriously that is a child's game. Ever heard of girls that are drama freaks go look into the mirror!! Besides that fact that if you do something to him you'll be the one going to jail not him. So I hope you like wearing black and white strips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Sam Thompson (aka Jason's Cousin!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-2307035284384671286?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/2307035284384671286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/08/sam-thompson.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/2307035284384671286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/2307035284384671286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/08/sam-thompson.html' title='Sam Thompson'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-7372510512065829857</id><published>2009-08-06T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:53:39.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>So I have to vent agian this morning! So I am going on Vacation from the 24th of September until the 14th of October... Yes its a long time 13 days off work. Which is EXACTLY what I have off of work.... This has been planned for nearly a year right!  Someone at my work keeps wanting to throw out huge digs that this is such an inconvience and that I really should try to leave later or come back earlier! WTF?  I have 13 paid vaction days, I haven't complained when you took your time off work to do anything. Sure mine is all together and it will make you have to work some more but Maybe if I am such a Valuable Employee I shouldn't be the least paid out of all 155 employees right&gt; GRRR this just pisses me off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-7372510512065829857?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/7372510512065829857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/7372510512065829857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/7372510512065829857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-2333692919473429620</id><published>2009-08-06T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:20:25.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Treatment!</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love when Life gives your speed bumps? Your life is going along all too well and you think that your life can't get any better than where it was at? Then you Crash into a foam brick wall (you don't know its foam you think its real bricks). Well thats kinda where I have been.  As I am sure most people have figured out by now Jason and I are no longer together which in the end is just fine with me. But I am going to take the next few minutes to vent about this break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Here is the Run down... So Jason and I had been talking about maybe the possibility of getting married right... It was a tough talk as he truely wanted a temple marriage and myself well I was not so sure, I mean my family would not be able to see the one and only daughter get married.  But we both started praying to figure out what was right for us. A week later Jason come up to go to church with me like always, He is fasting this sunday which is something I have NEVER seen him do in all the 8 months we were together right? So I know he is taking this serious and thats good! Well after church he ends his fast and we hang out.  We snuggle on the couch and he is kissing me... Then the family all comes home/over and we have a family bbq he hangs out with the family and meets Dexter (my brother and andrea's new Boston Terrier SO CUTE!) then when we get done eating the yummy steak my dad made he says lets go for a drive... So we do we drive 1/2 a mile down the road to a coffee shop parking lot and he parks and jumps right into I have been praying and this isn't right and I think its best we go our own ways Yeah I was a little stunned and then I was pissed because his actions leading up to this "drive" were anything other than "we are going to break up tonight" so I didn't argue how can you argue about god giving someone an answer???  SO I go home do the girl think and sob, get mad, and realize he has his birthday present that I was giving him for his birthday that was in about a week from that day.  So I text him and say I want the Wii back as we broke up before your birthday and I think its fair... Since this point I have gotten the Silent treatment like no other! I am Pissed by this point almost 3 weeks right!  So I have a plan but wont mention it now as I know some Udy family members know of this blog!  But really I feel like I just got out of a Elementary relationshop the way things are ending. I am happy that I see some true colors and I know there is so much better out there in the end for me.  I wish Jason wasn't acting 5 years old and would just grow a pair and talk but I will have my day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time I have just been having a blast going to the lake and getting some good sun! I hope I get a great tan before vacation but we will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-2333692919473429620?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/2333692919473429620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/08/silent-treatment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/2333692919473429620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/2333692919473429620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/08/silent-treatment.html' title='Silent Treatment!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-5487714419267579402</id><published>2009-06-08T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:01:50.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night at the Races</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Si3dEmH4o6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/iW6XbCZRmMg/s1600-h/Random+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345171403781481378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Si3dEmH4o6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/iW6XbCZRmMg/s320/Random+033.JPG" 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href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/5487714419267579402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-at-races.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/5487714419267579402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/5487714419267579402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-at-races.html' title='Night at the Races'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Si3dEmH4o6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/iW6XbCZRmMg/s72-c/Random+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-7224979424763647887</id><published>2009-06-05T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:37:17.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman's Worth</title><content type='html'>Women have strengths that amaze men.&lt;br /&gt;They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.&lt;br /&gt;They smile when they want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;They sing when they want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;They cry when they are happy&lt;br /&gt;and laugh when they are nervous.&lt;br /&gt;They fight for what they believe in.&lt;br /&gt;They stand up to injustice.&lt;br /&gt;They don't take "no" for an answer&lt;br /&gt;when they believe there is a better solution.&lt;br /&gt;They go without so their family can have.&lt;br /&gt;They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.&lt;br /&gt;They love unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;They cry when their children excel&lt;br /&gt;and cheer when their friends get awards.&lt;br /&gt;They are happy when they hear about&lt;br /&gt;a birth or a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts break when a friend dies.&lt;br /&gt;They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.&lt;br /&gt;They know that a hug and a kiss&lt;br /&gt;can heal a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.&lt;br /&gt;They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.&lt;br /&gt;The heart of a woman is what&lt;br /&gt;makes the world keep turning.&lt;br /&gt;They bring joy, hope and love.&lt;br /&gt;They have compassion and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;They give moral support to their&lt;br /&gt;family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Women have vital things to say&lt;br /&gt;and everything to give.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,&lt;br /&gt;IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-7224979424763647887?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/7224979424763647887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/06/womans-worth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/7224979424763647887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/7224979424763647887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/06/womans-worth.html' title='A Woman&apos;s Worth'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-2429891920534722738</id><published>2009-06-05T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:38:41.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we have been up to that last few weeks</title><content type='html'>So we have been on busy couple the last few weeks and I don't think times will slow down anytime soon. The summer festivities began back on May 15th, when the whole Thompson Clan and Udy and Bills went to RMR for the Midnight Drags to cheer on Jesten and his civic. Jesten was able to get 2 good runs in before blowing the car and calling it a night. I will have to post pics and video of this later. The following day we got up and went garage saleing. This has become a saturday tradition lately. So far Jason and I have bought a couch($20.00, a kitchen table ($5.00) and a Entertainment Center (a little more but still well worth what we paid for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Following weekend was my dad or as I like to call him Daddy's Mckowski's birthday the big 46 lol, The whole family went to boondocks to ride go-karts and play mini golf. I don't think my family can actually play mini gold the correct way but it was alot of fun. Everyone came and I totally kicked Jason's butt on the slick track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend my mom, dad, Kasey, Presten, and Kyle ventured down to Richfield to ride 4-wheelers. My dad has a friend who owns a place to rent them down by Marysvile and Presten has a condo in richfield as that is where he goes to school so we stayed there rode for 9 hours on saturday and came home on sunday. It was alot of fun we all really liked Speeding through the rivers and causing big splashes. It was also fun to see all the beautiful scenere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik_JGKg0wI/AAAAAAAAAHI/i-LG-TgL2Gc/s1600-h/Stuff+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343871858357883650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik_JGKg0wI/AAAAAAAAAHI/i-LG-TgL2Gc/s320/Stuff+066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the mountains in Richfield&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik_I2D3oaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KbDvwPZAbqs/s1600-h/Stuff+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343871854035050914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik_I2D3oaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KbDvwPZAbqs/s320/Stuff+070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad making a splash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik_Ip6bZ7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/-1sUM8VqtCU/s1600-h/Stuff+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343871850774226866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik_Ip6bZ7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/-1sUM8VqtCU/s320/Stuff+061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lacey Making a Splash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik_IQVJw3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/TSMjNckd5ao/s1600-h/Stuff+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343871843906995058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik_IQVJw3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/TSMjNckd5ao/s320/Stuff+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presten &amp;amp; Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik_ID3O7mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KJynFcGovlo/s1600-h/Stuff+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343871840560279138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik_ID3O7mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KJynFcGovlo/s320/Stuff+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kasey Ready to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik9oO_bcCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/oF8-fqLW6Kg/s1600-h/Stuff+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343870194280001570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik9oO_bcCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/oF8-fqLW6Kg/s320/Stuff+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyle thinking he is cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik9n0829tI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ertsFf-RXDE/s1600-h/Stuff+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343870187289900754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik9n0829tI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ertsFf-RXDE/s320/Stuff+053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik9nhLsD2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eIOXm2K3ucA/s1600-h/Stuff+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343870181983391586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik9nhLsD2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eIOXm2K3ucA/s320/Stuff+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone Just waiting &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik9nQjoCqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HBTo1ct4esk/s1600-h/Stuff+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343870177520388770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik9nQjoCqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HBTo1ct4esk/s320/Stuff+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out looking for a good deal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik9nK5_pUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RLsBXJhE7n0/s1600-h/Stuff+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343870176003597634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik9nK5_pUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RLsBXJhE7n0/s320/Stuff+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jason and His New Glasses &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik8hWkYy7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/3Gstq0NRqrM/s1600-h/Stuff+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343868976543353778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik8hWkYy7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/3Gstq0NRqrM/s320/Stuff+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kasey And Katie Mini'n It Up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik8hNuUhQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uZdjOKXA13Y/s1600-h/Stuff+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343868974169097474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik8hNuUhQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uZdjOKXA13Y/s320/Stuff+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No Explanation Needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik8g9IN2OI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WNYcaJ7regM/s1600-h/Stuff+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343868969714309346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik8g9IN2OI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WNYcaJ7regM/s320/Stuff+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik8gcb8KLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DZLr8rQTd0U/s1600-h/Stuff+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343868960938666162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik8gcb8KLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DZLr8rQTd0U/s320/Stuff+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Picture makes me laugh lol I love Andrea in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik8gNxEERI/AAAAAAAAAFY/g4zy2e3pSv0/s1600-h/Stuff+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343868957000732946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik8gNxEERI/AAAAAAAAAFY/g4zy2e3pSv0/s320/Stuff+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik7plhp4fI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ydOYGKgL5vg/s1600-h/Stuff+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343868018485748210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik7plhp4fI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ydOYGKgL5vg/s320/Stuff+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speed Racer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik7pTIcZSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/F9ofNqkITe0/s1600-h/Stuff+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343868013548168482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik7pTIcZSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/F9ofNqkITe0/s320/Stuff+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad is scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik6PxSue-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/ayng879Zvjo/s1600-h/Stuff+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343866475456134114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik6PxSue-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/ayng879Zvjo/s320/Stuff+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can we go Yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik6DmnfThI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vP8BFU9jqrs/s1600-h/Stuff+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343866266431999506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik6DmnfThI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vP8BFU9jqrs/s320/Stuff+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343865955339027154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik5xftJQtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CccWpk92RP8/s320/Stuff+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting in lines &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik5dY3oXFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TfoBQA4r3HE/s1600-h/Stuff+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343865609906576466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik5dY3oXFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TfoBQA4r3HE/s320/Stuff+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343865168829992658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik5DtuxztI/AAAAAAAAAEA/22z20bkHfWo/s320/Stuff+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik4XCsRFUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mKAdYPz6gpg/s1600-h/Stuff+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343864401362490690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik4XCsRFUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mKAdYPz6gpg/s320/Stuff+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik4NVhrMGI/AAAAAAAAADw/NIGasPQXYRY/s1600-h/Stuff+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343864234619646050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik4NVhrMGI/AAAAAAAAADw/NIGasPQXYRY/s320/Stuff+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik3-swzvcI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZxV0FPFQIZ8/s1600-h/Stuff+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343863983159098818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik3-swzvcI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZxV0FPFQIZ8/s320/Stuff+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik3rnC_h0I/AAAAAAAAADg/9pSBj8V8ATk/s1600-h/Stuff+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343863655207241538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik3rnC_h0I/AAAAAAAAADg/9pSBj8V8ATk/s320/Stuff+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday Dad!&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik3cG5b7AI/AAAAAAAAADY/_KZvQVWSSp4/s1600-h/Stuff+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343863388879186946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik3cG5b7AI/AAAAAAAAADY/_KZvQVWSSp4/s320/Stuff+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wrist Band Time&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;/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/1186379309009114146-2429891920534722738?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/2429891920534722738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-we-have-been-up-to-that-last-few.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/2429891920534722738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/2429891920534722738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-we-have-been-up-to-that-last-few.html' title='What we have been up to that last few weeks'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sik_JGKg0wI/AAAAAAAAAHI/i-LG-TgL2Gc/s72-c/Stuff+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-8450289839776339204</id><published>2009-05-14T13:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:32:50.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Girl Zoie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sgx_zkIXv9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/i8TaDTiPPn0/s1600-h/ZOIE2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335780182376038354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sgx_zkIXv9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/i8TaDTiPPn0/s320/ZOIE2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For all those who don't know who Zoie is this is my baby Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sgx_zRc5d-I/AAAAAAAAACI/l7PZb1QrCjk/s1600-h/2007_0331ZoieGateway0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335780177361860578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sgx_zRc5d-I/AAAAAAAAACI/l7PZb1QrCjk/s320/2007_0331ZoieGateway0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sgx_zRepKRI/AAAAAAAAACA/Iy-KU6A91s8/s1600-h/ZOIE1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335780177369180434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sgx_zRepKRI/AAAAAAAAACA/Iy-KU6A91s8/s320/ZOIE1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sgx_zPZutzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MCVGMHvD70U/s1600-h/2007_0331ZoieGateway0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335780176811702066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sgx_zPZutzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MCVGMHvD70U/s320/2007_0331ZoieGateway0028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-8450289839776339204?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/8450289839776339204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-baby-girl-zoie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/8450289839776339204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/8450289839776339204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-baby-girl-zoie.html' title='My Baby Girl Zoie'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Sgx_zkIXv9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/i8TaDTiPPn0/s72-c/ZOIE2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-3061964209169497003</id><published>2009-05-12T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T07:46:23.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Adventures!</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend, Jason and I meet in Orem for some delicious breakfast at Mimi's Cafe (they have good breakfast). While eating breakfast I noticed a shoe store across the street so I made Jason go with me. Funny thing is Jason was a bit more picky about shoes than me. Jason ended up getting a pair of flip flops (bad choice) and I got some fun new sandals and black heels. After the adventure at the shoe store we both wanted to go and re-look at a townhouse that we both really like and would be within our budget the only down side is that its in American Fork. Not sure with me working in West Valley City if that would be best or not.  I guess its a good thing that right now we aren't ready to buy just yet I am pretty sure there is another step that needs to be taken first.. we are just waiting to see when that might possibly happen! &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we went to my grandma's house in Goshen, What a fun (NOT) place that is and saw the whole Thompson Clan.. They are some interesting people but lets not go there.  Then we went to dinner with My mom.. then off to the Udy house we went to see Jason's mom who was not home so we got to spend some good time with his dad. Jason really looks up to his dad and really enjoys being able to get some one on one time with him. Then we went over to Jason's grandparent house where his mom, brothers, sister in law, nieces, nephew and cousin were all hanging out. All in all it was  a good mothers day we got to both see out grandparents and our mom's.&lt;br /&gt;So back to Jason's flip flops apparently if you have a larger space inbetween your big town and the next toe its pretty hard to walk in flip flop. But what a site it was to  see Jason' trying to walk around. I guess he will just stick to his Chuck's for now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-3061964209169497003?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/3061964209169497003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-adventures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/3061964209169497003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/3061964209169497003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-adventures.html' title='Weekend Adventures!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-142515832221575339</id><published>2009-05-03T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:59:54.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacey's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Si3d_3YEobI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pQGGOMbU5DE/s1600-h/Random+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345172422025060786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Si3d_3YEobI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pQGGOMbU5DE/s320/Random+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason and Lacey at The Tuscany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Si3d_tQCdbI/AAAAAAAAAII/08Ztc3rHiK8/s1600-h/Random+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345172419307009458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Si3d_tQCdbI/AAAAAAAAAII/08Ztc3rHiK8/s320/Random+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason signing his life away for a fabulous Birthday dinner for Lacey Love you babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lacey got a big colorful box from Jason. It was mostly air. Underneath the pink tissue paper she found picture frames with pictures of Jason, Lacey and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zoie&lt;/span&gt;. After Lacey had picked up 3 frames she found a 120 gig &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; Classic hiding next to the last 2 frames. In all there were 19 pictures in the 5 frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner Friday night Jason took Lacey to the Tuscany restaurant just off the I-215 exit at 6200 south. It was very good and very filling. While waiting for their reservations they discovered a small grocery store just east of Highland Drive called "The Store." They thought it was an interesting little store: it had very exotic and unique products right next to generic food items like Western Family. It was very eclectic but Jason and Lacey liked "The Store." They even had Schmidt's Bakery pastries inside!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Jason and Lacey went summer clothes shopping but neither found anything good that day. They also wandered inside some model homes in a town home complex but were not impressed with the floor plans. They then went to Best Buy to look at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; accessories and Jason took Lacey over to the car audio department to see if there is a better way to play her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; through her car stereo than the FM modulator which is very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;staticy&lt;/span&gt;. Lacey was excited at the possibility of adding &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bluetooth&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;direct&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; control to her car. She is still contemplating if she wants to spend the $300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They invited people over for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; Saturday night and only Jason's cousins, James and Julie showed up. Good times was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday they just went to church and hung out with Lacey's brother &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Presten&lt;/span&gt; who has returned for the summer after living in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Richfield&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; attending Snow College this past school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacey is not excited to take her Math 1010 final tomorrow on her birthday. She has been studying hard and can't wait until it's over.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-142515832221575339?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/142515832221575339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/05/laceys-birthday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/142515832221575339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/142515832221575339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/05/laceys-birthday.html' title='Lacey&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbHRBOlfVBA/Si3d_3YEobI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pQGGOMbU5DE/s72-c/Random+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-5626751895981337563</id><published>2009-04-14T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:06:26.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Friday Yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I am a slacker! I am really not liking the whole job thing these days. I guess maybe its because I am the outcast at work for not drinking but oh well I will always remember the things that I do right??&lt;br /&gt;Also School sucks and I really want to be done! and whats up with a math final on my birthday? Thats BS and I am pretty sure when I took the same class 3 years ago that I took that final on my birthday as well which I think Math 1010 can just kiss it!&lt;br /&gt;On the Other Hand I have an amazing boyfriend who is so good to me. He buys me all these sweet things, brings me lunch to work and cares so much about me I love Jason. I am pretty sure he is the most loving of all the guys I have dated. I love you babe!&lt;br /&gt;Ok Now i guess I must get back to work&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-5626751895981337563?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/5626751895981337563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-friday-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/5626751895981337563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/5626751895981337563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-friday-yet.html' title='Is it Friday Yet?'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-5460328513030651690</id><published>2009-03-12T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:04:14.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>FYI- I hate being sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again who does? I just can't seem to get better these last few weeks and I am sure it has everything to do with Stress from work, school, and family stuff. I just wanted to vent since I am sitting at work feeling like crap and would much rather go home and snuggle in my bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-5460328513030651690?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/5460328513030651690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/5460328513030651690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/5460328513030651690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186379309009114146.post-3178717832947154145</id><published>2009-02-26T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:54:31.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>So I thought I would try this but I am not really sure  how well it will go. I decided since alot of my friends have jumped on the blogging ban wagon maybe I should too. So I will try to keep this up to date but we can only see what will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1186379309009114146-3178717832947154145?l=laceyandzoie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/feeds/3178717832947154145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/02/beginning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/3178717832947154145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186379309009114146/posts/default/3178717832947154145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyandzoie.blogspot.com/2009/02/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523728437887412667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdeWMwBzcPQ/TfYLCOuKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tp62mt4iTA8/s220/Back%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
