<?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-14931043</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:49:51.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Colee!</title><subtitle type='html'>Colee's Ramblings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>539</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-1004519035037942911</id><published>2011-04-12T13:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T13:47:58.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>India - Part 5</title><content type='html'>They said it would take about 40 minutes to get to the tour pick up spot, so to have the driver come an hour early. It only took 30. If there is anything I am good at, it’s being early – even in a foreign country. My hotel really is lovely, however, the hotel where I waited for the tour bus was POSH. Fountains, lobby with a ginormous mural on the ceiling, security guards that look like soldiers, reminds me of my Manila hotel, posh. It seemed to bode well for the rest of the day. Neeraj and his wife, Geetika , met me just before 6:30. We met the tour bus and the 15 folks in our group and we were off (30 minutes late). By the time we got our breakfast stop, we were an hour behind – but it was an hour of interesting things. I saw wild monkeys and elephants on the way. We even saw a snake charmer and monkeys who climbed on sticks and did tricks for the tourists whose busses had to stop and pay the tolls. I also really enjoyed the drive once we got out of the city and into the farm lands. It was interesting to see the women and children in the fields harvesting the wheat crop. It is crazy to me that this is still something that is done by hand. There were little tractors all over and later we even saw some combines, but most of the farming is still done very much by hand.  I think the part that was most amazing was how uniform the cut wheat was and the bundles. I’ve never seen a machine cut or bail with such precision.&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was at Akbar’s tomb. The guide described him as a man who lived simply and thought highly. I believe he was the 3rd Mughal emperor, and one of only 2 kings to be known as “The Great.” During his reign he founded a new religion which was based on all of the major world religions of the time. He wanted a place where he could get all of the positive learnings from each, instead of limiting himself to one. If the rest of his life was consistent with this approach, I can totally understand why he earned the title.&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was the Agra fort. The fort has been used by each governing or invading force since its creation and only 30% is open to tourist today because the other 70% is still an active military base. Also inside the fort are (were) the living quarters for the royal family. I thought it was interesting that there were actually 2 palaces, one for the summer and one for the winter. The summer palace had windows and ventilation and the winter palace did not. Also, because the women had to live behind a veil, all of the rooms and terraces and courtyards were especially spacious, so even behind a veil, they did not have to feel like they were living in a cell. The King also had the queen’s palaces designed in the architecture  of her homeland so that she would be more comfortable in her new home. Things I had never really thought about before but made a lot of sense…&lt;br /&gt;Our final monument stop was worth the wait. Mark Twain once said, “There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who have seen the Taj Mahal, and those who have not.” I have always wanted to, but never really dreamed I would. The experience was nothing I could have prepared for.  I was giddy as we went in, but even from the gate, my first glance left me speechless and awestruck. Even now as I type this 3 days later, my throat is tight as I think about it. The spirit of this place, is overwhelming. I don’t know anything about architecture, or buildings or marble inlay – but I don’t really think that is what makes this such an awe inspiring place, even though I am told those are all some pretty impressive things.  The building took 22 years to build and 20,000 pairs of hands worked on it every day.  It was built by Emperor Shah Jahan in memory of his wife Mumtaz Mahal who died after giving birth to their 14th child. I found this quote from Shah Jahan that I think gives us some insight into just how he felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should guilty seek asylum here,&lt;br /&gt;Like one pardoned, he becomes free from sin.&lt;br /&gt;Should a sinner make his way to this mansion,&lt;br /&gt;All his past sins are to be washed away.&lt;br /&gt;The sight of this mansion creates sorrowing sighs;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun and the moon shed tears from their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;In this world this edifice has been made;&lt;br /&gt;To display thereby the Creator's glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can’t explain it, so I am going to stop trying. &lt;br /&gt;On the ride home I became convinced that time stands still when you are travelling by bus in India. You keep driving, passing things, looking like you’re getting somewhere, but it is all a mirage. The trip between Delhi and Agra is like… 230 km, so 140 miles and took over 6 hours to get home.  India is not nearly as interesting in the dark ;) It was worth every minute of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-1004519035037942911?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/1004519035037942911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=1004519035037942911&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1004519035037942911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1004519035037942911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2011/04/india-part-5.html' title='India - Part 5'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6228119613253153690</id><published>2011-04-08T12:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T12:20:07.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>India - Part 4</title><content type='html'>I found out this afternoon that because of a lack of communication, last night my driver reported to the office at 11p and waited until 7a for me. I had actually left at 9 for the previously mentioned dinner.  I REALLY must tip him well at the end of this. I’m being told it’s not a big deal, but if I was left waiting for someone for 8 hours, I’d be livid.  Of course, I probably also would have called one of the 3 numbers he had to clarify, but still, livid. He will probably be less than pleased that he is picking me up at the office at 11 tonight and will be reporting back to my hotel at 530 in the morning.  Maybe they get used to stuff like that? I am spoiled by my very normal office hours. If my daily cab fare is about $6, what do you suppose the right amount of – I am so sorry – tip would be?&lt;br /&gt;Ekta is the amazing admin who is helping me set up my “tourist” activities. She has arranged my trip to The Taj tomorrow and my shopping activities this weekend.  The place I will be shopping is used to having foreigners, so I will not need a friend assigned and they will take my American plastic money. WOOT :) &lt;br /&gt;I love the way everyone is watching out for me here. I am so excited about this trip tomorrow, but concerned about missing my cab or being late for the tour bus. I’m a worrier. I was just chatting with Neeraj (my assigned friend for the trip to Agra) and I didn’t even mention these concerns, but he asked if I had a local number so he can call and make sure that my cab picks me up on time.  Since I don’t have a local number, he’s going to get my driver’s number so he can call him. He and his wife will be meeting me at the tour start in Delhi. I told him how much I appreciated him giving up his day off and he was so gracious about it – especially since they told him he could bring his wife he said it only mattered that they could spend their days off together (yes, they are newlyweds, I think half the people I’ve met are newlyweds) and that it is such a great sight to see, and he didn’t mind at all. Anyway, I just really appreciate all the interest and concern I have been given. I like to think I am an ok traveler, but when most of the people outside of work and the hotel don’t speak functional English, it kind of puts me at a loss. &lt;br /&gt;Follow up – the driver picked me up 35 minutes late tonight.  Of course it was the one night I didn’t have his number with me.  Thanks again to the many kind souls playing phone tag so we could find him. His card will be in my wallet from now on, without fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6228119613253153690?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6228119613253153690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6228119613253153690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6228119613253153690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6228119613253153690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2011/04/india-part-4.html' title='India - Part 4'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-5101512092204333547</id><published>2011-04-07T13:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T13:55:43.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>India - Part 3</title><content type='html'>The difference between office cleaning crews – in my home office I can leave just about anything, food, money, etc, on my desk and fully expect it to still be there when I come the next day.  Last night, I left a bag of mini candy bars that I brought to share with the teams here. When I got here today, 3/4 of the full bag I left had been consumed. Lol, it’s not a big deal at all, and I am completely amused by it.&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;~ I am in an office on floor 5 (or, the 6th story for anyone who lives in a country where there isn’t a floor 0) and there is a very large rodent trap in the corner. I guess they do live on every floor, but it just seems like they shouldn’t be an issue this high up.&lt;br /&gt;~Last night, my car to work smelled like grandma style rose scented lotion&lt;br /&gt;~I got really funny looks from the wait staff this morning when I was dipping my toast into my hot chocolate. Also, the hot chocolate was really tasty, a little sweeter than at home.&lt;br /&gt;~I’ve been in the country for 4 days and I still have no local currency and have taken only 4 pictures.&lt;br /&gt;~I tried out the hotel bakery this morning. I will not need to visit there again. While the sweet was great, there is nothing that tastes good enough to ruin the hard work I’ve put into to trying to change.&lt;br /&gt;~The nokia ring tone is annoying in any country, but I find it amusing that here it is played on a different “instrument” here.&lt;br /&gt;I went to dinner with the WFM managers tonight. They are hilarious. It reminds me of a time when my team and I were actually in the same place, and makes me a bit envious. Dinner was great. We went to a place called Barbeque Nation. It’s the Indian version of Rodizio Grill– EXCEPT – the endless supply of grilled chicken, fish, lamb, shrimp, and cheese and potatoes and mushrooms and corn and and and is JUST THE APPETIZER. I had a bit of the main course buffet just to say I did… about a fork full of everything… in the name of exploration. I did however pass completely on the dessert buffet.  The team did encourage me to try the sweet that was brought to the table. In English it’s called “round, round, round, stop” It’s basically a very thin batter, that is drizzled into hot oil in the pattern of round, round, round, stop – then while it’s hot, dropped into a sugar syrup. So basically it turns into a bite of pure sugar. One was amazing, but 2 probably would have put me into diabetic shock, and I am not even a diabetic. It’s a week of fasting here, which means many people have given up meat and alcohol for a week. It is kind of nice not to be the only one not drinking :) at least for this weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-5101512092204333547?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/5101512092204333547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=5101512092204333547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5101512092204333547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5101512092204333547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2011/04/india-part-3.html' title='India - Part 3'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6940342959218318081</id><published>2011-04-06T13:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:02:31.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>India - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Today I actually kind of feel like I am really here. I can actually get around the building with out getting lost (now if we can just get my access card working), I’ve gotten the hang of the hotel, and I kind of even have the driver figured out so that Shobhit won’t have to give me a ride home tonight. I love that these guys work most of their day before my other responsibilities are starting to wake up. It has given me a chance to really give most of my time to being here and understanding what it is I am here to try and help with.  I spent most of the “morning” (1pm -5pm) out on the floor with the real time team. Some things are the same, no matter what – I think floor management is one of them. I am excited because I think there are a few things I think we can knock out for them pretty quick. I am gaining a lot of education from the WFM managers. I think I will hang out with the team tomorrow and see what we can see and I am way looking forward to tomorrow night – they are taking me out :) I think you can learn more about a person in one evening  outside of work than months in the office.  &lt;br /&gt;Today I also got my first actual Indian food… I love Indian food, and Indian food IN India- well, it really is that much better.  It’s like the difference between a Big Mac in England vs a Big Mac in the US… The poor UK burger doesn’t have a chance. Amit assigned Shobhit to make sure I get fed while I am here. Shobhit then assigned me to one of the TAs. For breakfast I had a Masala Dosa and lunch was Butter Chicken. Do NOT let the name fool you, it was not a piece of chicken with butter – more along the lines of a chicken curry or tiki masala. I have also been assigned a friend for my weekend trip to Agra. I was willing to do it alone, but I am actually very pleased that I won’t have to.  My luck, I would totally get separated from the tour group and miss my bus back. I have most of the call center figured out – not most of the country ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6940342959218318081?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6940342959218318081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6940342959218318081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6940342959218318081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6940342959218318081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2011/04/india-part-2.html' title='India - Part 2'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-5846396571157120894</id><published>2011-04-05T13:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T13:09:46.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>India Part 1</title><content type='html'>It’s kind of strange the things you notice. For instance, I noticed that the water bottles at the hotel come with caps that cannot be made to look unopened once they are twisted (which I appreciated as water bottles were on the list of things to be aware of). I noticed only 3 cows on the drive from the airport to the hotel. Seeing cows on the road is a pretty normal thing for me, but it is less normal when they are on the freeway. Plus, these were classic Indian looking cows, which I think is cool. I thought it was interesting that the hotel arranged an “in room” check in for me. I am pretty sure they think it’s a luxury, but I would much rather just give them my information at the front desk. That being said, the hotel is lovely, and I think tomorrow I will check out the bakery. :)&lt;br /&gt;I’m still trying to figure out my driver. Yesterday he came to pick me up before anyone actually called him, or at least before anyone confirmed the time. Today we confirmed a time, but he was there 45 minutes late. I do enjoy the ride to work. There are just SO many people to watch, and today as we came in there were many school children on the roads – yes, on – so that was fun to watch as well. I did have to laugh a little. There was a boy, probably 8 or 9, who was walking with a bright pink Hello Kitty backpack. It looked new, so I don’t think it was a hand me down, and you could tell by the look on his face that he hated that thing, and would trade it for a black or blue or green backpack in a heartbeat. I would have traded him but all I had was a purple laptop bag. I’m pretty sure that would not be seen as an improvement.&lt;br /&gt;The people I have met are really great.  I will probably tell you more about them… but for now, it is bed time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-5846396571157120894?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/5846396571157120894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=5846396571157120894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5846396571157120894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5846396571157120894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2011/04/india-part-1.html' title='India Part 1'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-4930275518693574899</id><published>2011-02-13T19:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:54:36.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have NOTHING important to say today, but for the record, I am ready for Spring. I know the weather we are getting this week is a tease, but I am going to enjoy every minute of the teasing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-4930275518693574899?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/4930275518693574899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=4930275518693574899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4930275518693574899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4930275518693574899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-nothing-important-to-say-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-9135681316841632805</id><published>2011-01-09T21:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:46:17.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Claire</title><content type='html'>Today's post is even more self- serving than most. I have been trying to put some thoughts together for my Grandma's tribute so I figure here is a good place to put them. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To all of you who have left kind words, offered prayers in our behalf, or are sending loving thoughts to the universe in our direction, thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Claire had a profound love of people. She had a way of learning only the good things about people. Looking back, she may have known the less than good things but she never told anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma loved nature. She spent as much time outside as possible. She enjoyed her garden and the things she could grow and share with others. Grandpa told me that when he took Claire fishing with him, he didn't need a fish finder. She just had the gift. I know she missed it because in the past few years she was frequently craving fish. I'm not sure the halibut and fries from the Purple Turtle was really what she was looking for, but she seemed to appreciate the effort.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma was a beautiful artist. Many of her family have had the opportunity to beautify their homes with her oil paintings. Our beds are covered with her afghans and doilies. She was also an artist with words.  She didn't make up stories, she didn't need to. Her life was full of enough material to fill a library. She loved to tell stories of her travels, of her family, of her youth.&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite were her stories about the things she did growing up. Growing up in Georgetown, playing down by the river, climbing to the top of the high school, the people she "ran around with." These stories allowed me to see her as a girl much like myself and remembering the time I have spent with her gives me hope that I might turn out alright after all.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma loved to travel. Honestly, I think she enjoyed meeting new people as much or more than the new experiences she would have and sites she would see. We loved it when she traveled as well. She brought home pictures and stories and of course, presents. As I have had the opportunity to start traveling a little, Grandma would always ask me where I had been, what did I learn and see, and where was I going next.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma was always learning. She loved to tell us about how she was skipped ahead in school and how they would have kept moving her, but mama and papa wouldn't let her get ahead of her sister. School was just part of the learning experience. She read everything. Her back room is full of the books she hadn't given to someone else to read after she finished. She enjoyed watching documentaries. But of course her favorite way to learn was living. She questioned everything.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma had a great sense of humor. In Pleasant Grove there is a hill much like our M hill. Theirs has a G on it. When I asked why, she told me it was just called Grove, until she moved there.&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, Grandma loved her family. In her eyes, we could do no wrong. We are all perfect students, perfect children, amazing people, and all the joy one life could hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-9135681316841632805?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/9135681316841632805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=9135681316841632805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/9135681316841632805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/9135681316841632805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2011/01/grandma-claire.html' title='Grandma Claire'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-1826154924627783277</id><published>2010-11-15T21:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:03:00.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Bess</title><content type='html'>Today I had the opportunity to attend the funeral for a truly beautiful woman. I have not known her for a long time, relatively speaking (only about 10 years), but she was the kind of person you love the minute you meet her and love her more every time you see her. From the remarks at the funeral, I think I am not the only person who felt that way. Everyone of her grandchildren is sure they are her favorite. I may not have been her favorite, but she definitely was mine. I will miss her hugs and her ever present smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again Grandma Bess, until we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-1826154924627783277?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/1826154924627783277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=1826154924627783277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1826154924627783277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1826154924627783277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/11/grandma-bess.html' title='Grandma Bess'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-4826471764546478089</id><published>2010-10-07T20:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:14:19.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/TK5-Oe86NrI/AAAAAAAAA50/76qwGfj_p7U/s1600/IMG_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525492580121982642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/TK5-Oe86NrI/AAAAAAAAA50/76qwGfj_p7U/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I know I haven't actually finished the vacation log, but I have a really short attention span these days. I have every intention of telling you about my ZORB and Mammoth Cave experience, however right now I want to show you my pretty new door! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially don't need anything, so for my birthday (and Christmas because I have really expensive taste) my mommy bought me a new front door. It's so much nicer than the old door AND I can't see the light or feel the wind coming in around the edges. I LOVE IT! Thanks Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-4826471764546478089?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/4826471764546478089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=4826471764546478089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4826471764546478089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4826471764546478089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-door.html' title='New Door'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/TK5-Oe86NrI/AAAAAAAAA50/76qwGfj_p7U/s72-c/IMG_0518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-260392486667871226</id><published>2010-09-21T21:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:42:16.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dav and Dollywood: part 3</title><content type='html'>Dav is posting our trip in video form on youtube. Part 1 is up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t.co/lDj2HWX"&gt;http://t.co/lDj2HWX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday! DOLLYWOOD DAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with great anticipation and excitement. I was not disappointed. We had a 2 hour drive to the park, so we started with the breakfast Jonathon said we had to try. Straight from the gas station, the deli inside was called “Big As Biscuits.” And, they were… really big ;)  We pulled into Pigeon Forge and we were bombarded on every side with “As seen on TV” stores and go cart tracks. It’s like Vegas gone family, but really that’s not what today was to be about. We got to the park shortly after it opened, parked, rode the tram and … HOORAY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dollywood was everything it promised to be. All kinds of backwoods fun ;) I really liked the village with all of the craftsmen. It was fun to watch the glass blowers for a little bit, the wood and leather workers, and THEN we found the rides. I like roller coasters – but I hate the Ups. Dav made fun of me. I won’t open my eyes until the coaster starts its downward fall. However I LOVE the fall. The Mystery Mine coaster was NOT my favorite. I was on the outside of the car and the angle made the turns feel really funky. PLUS there are extra Ups. Straight Ups. The only thing that makes them worth it, is the straight downs that follow ;)  Another awesome thing about the day is that the lines were nonexistent. I am pretty sure it was senior citizen day at the park. There was not a Jazzy to be found at the rental spot. Jazzy riders don’t ride roller coasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were making our second loop around the rides, Dav gave in and decided he was indeed going to ride the zip line. As much as I love roller coasters, they do not always love me. Plus, let us remember I am afraid of heights. I was more than content to hang out in the shopping emporium and do a little people watching in the front square while he went on this part of the adventure. I am told that I missed out and now Dav wants to go to Hawaii where a similar system of zip lines is set up but instead of an hour and a half, it’s a 6 hour tour. Enjoy the zip line I say – I will go snorkeling ;)&lt;br /&gt;After our fabulous day of Dollywood our adventure was not complete. Our next stop was the Dixie Land Stampede! The set up is like Medieval Times, if you’re familiar with that. We, of course, chose to cheer for the South. The show was way fun! Cannon would have been in heaven. The horses, wagons, trick riders were so fun to watch. Dinner could have been terrible and I would still be raving, but it wasn’t. Dinner was tasty! And what dinner isn’t better when you get to eat it all with your hands?? The South was ahead all night, until the last competition. Be not afraid. The South WILL rise again ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went across the street, checked into the hotel, left our stuff in our rooms and of course – went to Wal-Mart. As an FYI, Google maps does NOT know how to get to the Pigeon Forge Wal-Mart – even if it says it does.. Finding the store was far more fun than wandering around. We gave up and decided to drive to Gatlinburg, just to see what was there. We almost gave up before we got to the part of town we were looking for, fortunately we kept exploring. Really the town is just a bit more tourist trap, but a little less “fun park” and a little more “Park City” esque. I would really like to make the trip in the day time at some point. The canyon seemed like it should be beautiful, except it was the middle of the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-260392486667871226?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/260392486667871226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=260392486667871226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/260392486667871226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/260392486667871226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/09/dav-and-dollywood-part-3.html' title='Dav and Dollywood: part 3'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-5937233531899187527</id><published>2010-09-21T19:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T19:07:57.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We interrupt this vacation for a shameless plug</title><content type='html'>My friend Jim's wife has a super cool food blog and she's doing a give away. It's a fun read and if you're looking for recipes (which I usually am) it's super useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://kjrskitchen.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-give-away.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-5937233531899187527?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://kjrskitchen.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-give-away.html' title='We interrupt this vacation for a shameless plug'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/5937233531899187527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=5937233531899187527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5937233531899187527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5937233531899187527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-interrupt-this-vacation-for.html' title='We interrupt this vacation for a shameless plug'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-7995824558810899083</id><published>2010-09-19T17:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:24:11.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dav and Dollywood: part 2</title><content type='html'>Tuesday morning… well, hmmm… I had one call I had to be on for work. The rest of the morning was Enterprise drama. Dav had reserved our rental car a few days before. When he called to see if they would come pick us up, they said they would need to be a little later because she was busy. Well, the new time came and passed and when Dav called them back, she said that they had had to get our car from another location and they had left a few minutes ago. Next update, it turns out the car had left about 15 minutes AFTER she originally said they had. We continue to wait. A bit later I notice a car driving around looking lost. Dav went out to the road to see, and guide him to the apartment. We then have to go into the office and go through the actual paperwork. Needless to say, we are now running about 3 hours late. As we pull out of the lot, we notice the car ALSO has an empty gas tank! It was a great start to the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to drive down to Pigeon Forge, go Zorbing, drive back to Kingsport to stay with Heather. Well, the 3 hour delay with a 5 hour drive and Zorb closing at 5… the math was pretty simple. We weren’t going to make it. The good news is, plans can change.  We decided to move Zorbing to Thursday, which meant today all we had to do was get to Heather’s. Slight change in the driving directions, expressing gratitude for google maps for iPhone, and we were good as gold. We stopped in Shelbyville for lunch, and then we were off.  It was a gorgeous day for driving. Driving, perhaps, a little faster than the signs said we should be. In Pineville, we found out just how much faster ;) The best part was that the AWESOME rental car (did I mention that it was 2 classes smaller than the one that was reserved) had an expired insurance card! Yeah, it was pretty neat. The rest of the trip was done much closer to the posted speed limits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Kingsport and went to Heather and Jonathon’s apartment(s). They live next door to each other, so really it’s one place with 2 doors. After getting shown around and settling in a little, we went on a trek to Wal-Mart for pillows, and you know, stuff you pick up at Wal-Mart. After which we were on to what we were promised was “The Best Cheese Burger, Ever!” The location for this burger is a hole in the wall bar called, The Finish Line. It did NOT disappoint. I am still not sure how I ate the entire thing, but it was so good, I could not bear to leave it. We spent the rest of the evening hanging out with Heather and Jonathon. They are a great amount of fun. There was much music, stories, and laughing. And to end the evening, I got to sleep in the most ginormous chair!! It was like the one I had considered replacing my loveseat with… it’s making me rethink my decision not to buy it. It was really most awesome and I slept like a log. (I know you were wondering :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-7995824558810899083?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/7995824558810899083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=7995824558810899083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7995824558810899083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7995824558810899083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/09/dav-and-dollywood-part-2.html' title='Dav and Dollywood: part 2'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-4523273110659155771</id><published>2010-09-18T21:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T21:55:34.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dav and Dollywood: part 1</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer - I don't actually take photos. There are many that exist, but they will come at a date that is still tbd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday started very early. My FABULOUS airport shuttle (aka, Liz) picked me up at 5. She even showed up with breakfast, which I had totally spaced. The beauty of flying standby is that the earlier you check in, the higher you are on the list. So once I checked in I went to my gate to await my fate. The part I missed is that I needed to wait by the service desk. As they started boarding the flight I went to see what was going on. Yeah, I had totally missed them calling me up so they had taken me OFF the list. I was, however very fortunate and there were 2 seats left. So, I was on my way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flights were quiet, which is exactly how we like flights. I had forgotten how easy it is to make connections when you stay on one airline the entire time. No extra security passes, no running from concourse to concourse. It was a good day of travel. I landed in Louisville on time and as expected and HOORAY! Dav!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive to Dav’s house was so pretty. Utah has all kinds of beautiful, but not this kind. So many trees, so much green. Once we got out of the city, the countryside is dotted with the classic image of horse farms and small towns. I can absolutely understand why he is so drawn to this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped off my stuff; I got a tour of the town (which took about as long as a tour of Dingle); and we were off to dinner. Dinner was at the Richins’ home. This family is amazing. It makes my heart happy to know they have “adopted” Dav. Their little girls are beautiful and Rhonda and Ryan are awesome. Dinner was aMaZiNg and dessert is still lingering on my mind. I NEED the recipe. We had fun with the girls and their new playground until it was time to leave. On the way home we drove past the temple and I got to see more of the area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-4523273110659155771?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/4523273110659155771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=4523273110659155771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4523273110659155771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4523273110659155771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/09/dav-and-dollywood-part-1.html' title='Dav and Dollywood: part 1'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-941898330004339129</id><published>2010-08-29T18:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T19:11:00.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review</title><content type='html'>Have you ever forgotten to write in your journal for so long that you can't even bother to try and catch up? That is what this entry kind of feels like. August went by in a blur and there were so many fabulous things that happened it would take too long to catch up, so instead today - you are getting a book review. Actually 3 book reviews, since I read 3 books this week. Don't be impressed, they weren't very long ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order of completion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(August Book club) The Great and Terrible. The Brothers by Chris Stewart.. Is the first in a series of 6. The book is set in the preexistence. Talk about going to the beginning of a story to do character development ;) I am pretty sure that's as far back as you can go. The book was actually very thought provoking. I've never really spent much time thinking about what life was like before earth, the council in heaven, how we learned, the choices we made there. For that aspect, I really enjoyed it. I'm not going to say it is 100% true or anything, but it did give me a new perspective and some things to ponder. I have yet to decide if I will read the other 5. They have been highly recommended, but I am not breaking down doors to get a hold of them right now. The rest of them are set in modern day the war in the middle east and America's fall from grace... and well, I get enough modern day as it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What you're reading, work email) Find Your Strongest Life. What the Happiest and Most Successful Women Do Differently by Marcus Buckingham... was actually much better than I thought it would be. I mean, I obviously got it for a reason, but most self help books are just a little crazy. This one also made me think. He redefines strengths as things that make you feel strong - not just things you do well. Our strengths are different than our performance. Others can judge how well you do something, but only you can know how what you are doing makes you feel strong, or happy. Weaknesses, are then the things that make us feel weak, unhappy, or bored to tears. &lt;br /&gt;His suggestion is that we should base our choices around the things that make us stronger, happier, more fulfilled - and by doing so we then can also help the people around us and those who depend on us. The concept I most appreciated was his approach to balance. AVOID IT. Balance by definition is stagnant. If you move, balance is lost. We must strive for imbalance, tipping towards the things that will help us grow and be happy.  The book also comes with an online strong life test. Again, most personality tests I think are bogus- or at the very least, unhelpful. I really liked this one. You can find it for yourself at stronglifetest.com. It's only 23 questions, takes all of about 5 minutes. In case you are wondering my lead role is Equalizer and my supporting role is Advisor. They were both much more accurate than I am used to admitting, but I'm owning it. I like rules, and I like telling people what to do ;)&lt;br /&gt;I know you are laughing, because if you know me at all, you know both of those things are (for better or worse) 100% true.&lt;br /&gt;As I have been considering making a lot of changes in my life, this book has been helpful, mostly in affirming I am on the right track - which might be why I liked it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(September Book Club) The Remarkable Soul of a Woman by Dieter F. Uchtdorf is a lovely little reminder of the talk he gave at Women's Conference a few years ago. I loved it then, and I love it now. Buy the book, read it online, print it out and paste it on the walls... but read it often, and never forget how much your Heavenly Father loves you. You are His child and He wants you to be happy. Joy can be found in doing the things He asks, love Him and love others. I think my favorite line of the talk is when he is talking about the power of creation or creativity. After listing many ways to share in this attribute of Godliness (for those of us who are pretty sure there is not a creative bone in our body), he says, "If you still feel incapable of creating, start small. Try to see how many smiles you can create..." Making someone smile - helps us to be more like our Heavenly Father. It's just... true. So simple, yet it speaks to my heart. Not all of our gifts can be displayed on a stage, or a canvass, or a table, or a book. But it doesn't make them any less amazing or awe inspiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, the book I am reading now is Defined By Christ by Toni Sorenson. If this reading kick lasts a little longer, I have stack of fantasy books on my nightstand AND my end table to get through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-941898330004339129?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/941898330004339129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=941898330004339129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/941898330004339129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/941898330004339129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/08/book-review.html' title='Book Review'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-3535367055285430382</id><published>2010-07-31T17:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T18:03:13.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>Let me start off with a disclaimer. I know there are people who have had a worse day than me, but this is my blog, so I get to whine for just a couple of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning intent on having a pretty good day. I had a list of things I wanted to accomplish and no reason why they couldn't be done. Item 1- Start Laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into my laundry room and found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/TFS5VkGmrlI/AAAAAAAAA5M/GIa_FBKSNyM/s1600/IMG_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/TFS5VkGmrlI/AAAAAAAAA5M/GIa_FBKSNyM/s320/IMG_0394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500224825045986898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right. My ceiling had gotten wet and collapsed. The good news is, it seems to be very local, and at the time other than a bit of water on the floor, there was no new water coming in. Called Mom, called the HOA president, started my wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeannie (HOA pres) came over to take a look. It doesn't appear any of the pipes are leaking so we decide it might be upstair's (Jill) washer. Jill's not home. We leave a message. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going about my day... all of the things on my list are done - FYI... I pretty much rock. Ran a few errands, got all my August birthday's bought... came home to hear dripping water. Yeah... that's right. Water is now dripping from my collapsed ceiling. I don't hear the washer upstairs, so there goes that theory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went upstairs, Jill is now home. Knocked on the door, told her about my predicament and ask to take a look in her washroom.  The floor above where mine is leaking is wet. It appears that the drain pipe for her A/C unit had gotten bumped out of it's proper location and has been dripping on the floor.  This is the same A/C unit that some of you remember was the cause of another flood in my house. The original flood came from the drain upstairs not tying into the drain down stairs, which then flooded my washroom, hallway, bathroom.  UGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill came down to see the damage and immediately shut off her A/C. Fortunately it's cooling off by now. The water has stopped again. Now the fun begins... finding someone to stop it for real, fix the ceiling and take care of the mold that is of course growing from where the water was. The good news is - she's the one that caused the damage, so she'll be the one paying for the repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I know there are many worse days out there than mine... but there you have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - June Marie and Lisa - you both win the worse days than mine award. June, I hope they catch the thieves. I am pretty sure we can find ways to make them pay back time if not money. Lisa, my prayers are still with you and your doctors. May they find out what is wrong and be able to bring you back to full health speedily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-3535367055285430382?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/3535367055285430382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=3535367055285430382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3535367055285430382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3535367055285430382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/07/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/TFS5VkGmrlI/AAAAAAAAA5M/GIa_FBKSNyM/s72-c/IMG_0394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6563642751018579885</id><published>2010-07-29T20:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:24:14.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Percy Jackson and The Olympians</title><content type='html'>Just in case you were wondering - the book and the movie are barely even related, let alone telling the same story. SOOO glad I read the book first. I do enjoy Grover's character quite a bit in the movie, but the plot line, extra characters, and just about everything else - definitely better in the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's public service announcement brought to you by - READING! Read to your child (or yourself) at least 20 minutes a day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6563642751018579885?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6563642751018579885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6563642751018579885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6563642751018579885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6563642751018579885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/07/percy-jackson-and-olympians.html' title='Percy Jackson and The Olympians'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-5653605649845218190</id><published>2010-07-21T20:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:35:21.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/TEesttTnbII/AAAAAAAAA5A/2FqcpUTRupc/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/TEesttTnbII/AAAAAAAAA5A/2FqcpUTRupc/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496551771484941442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never actually remember to take pictures at reunions, even though I made my mom turn around and go back for my camera. So, thanks Laura for forwarding this one over. The kids really are the best part of any reunion. I mean, I love you all ;) but your kids are cuter than you are. Don't you just want to kiss those dirty little faces?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-5653605649845218190?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/5653605649845218190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=5653605649845218190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5653605649845218190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5653605649845218190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-never-actually-remember-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/TEesttTnbII/AAAAAAAAA5A/2FqcpUTRupc/s72-c/DSC_0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-4988411012161261268</id><published>2010-06-26T19:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:58:51.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/TCavkfz7WeI/AAAAAAAAA4w/uEPBx2gO8TI/s1600/DSCF1114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/TCavkfz7WeI/AAAAAAAAA4w/uEPBx2gO8TI/s320/DSCF1114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487266237546977762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a happy day. My cousin Tyrel has received his mission call and will be leaving for Honduras August 18. In preparation for that, today was his first temple visit. It was such a good day. The room was full of about 30 of his family members. I can only imagine how proud his parents must be of his decisions. It was nice to see his brothers and sisters step in and act as Kirk and Janet's proxies. On days like today, I think the veil gets to be especially thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Relly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-4988411012161261268?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/4988411012161261268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=4988411012161261268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4988411012161261268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4988411012161261268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/TCavkfz7WeI/AAAAAAAAA4w/uEPBx2gO8TI/s72-c/DSCF1114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-792814556671560859</id><published>2010-06-23T20:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:38:52.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Q&amp;A</title><content type='html'>I was working on an assignment for my mentoring group today, and I think I have figured out my problem. Question #1 - What is most important in my life as a whole? This one is easy.... My family and loved ones. Question #2 - What gives meaning to my life? Questions #3 - What do I want to be/do in my life?....Should it worry me that I have no answers to these question?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-792814556671560859?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/792814556671560859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=792814556671560859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/792814556671560859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/792814556671560859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/06/q.html' title='Q&amp;A'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-3387040665131628641</id><published>2010-06-10T21:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:18:58.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannon</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned that Cannon is one of my very favorite people ever? I no longer have my own bed in my mom's house, so I kick Cannon out of his when I visit. This week, when my mom was changing the sheets on his bed she told him it was so I would have a clean bed to sleep in when I come home. Since then, he hasn't been sleeping in his bed, so that they will stay that way until I get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me laugh. Isn't he thoughtful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-3387040665131628641?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/3387040665131628641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=3387040665131628641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3387040665131628641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3387040665131628641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/06/cannon.html' title='Cannon'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-1286414871000632986</id><published>2010-06-02T17:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:57:17.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude door</title><content type='html'>I really don't have a whole lot to talk about, as is evident from the lack of posts. But I am setting up a new experiment, and it's only fair to warn anyone who might come to visit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to live in an attitude of gratitude always (cliche aside), I have set up a gratitude door. "What is a gratitude door?" you ask. It is a door that before you can walk out of, you write something you are grateful for on it. I have chosen my front door. If you're going to come visit (and I wish you would) be prepared to add to the list before you leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeful it will not only remind me to be grateful more often, but when I am struggling, it will be a visible reminder of all the wonderful ways my life has been blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-1286414871000632986?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/1286414871000632986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=1286414871000632986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1286414871000632986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1286414871000632986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/06/gratitude-door.html' title='Gratitude door'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-4784171452367787245</id><published>2010-05-16T21:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:50:46.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Agency</title><content type='html'>"This is a gospel of agency." This off the cuff remark, which was actually part of a joke has been running through my head for last 24 hours.  I am not sure why it is such an "aha" for me today, but it really is true. Not only do we have our agency, but we allow others there's. “We claim the privilege of worshiping Almighty God according to the dictates of our own conscience, and allow all men the same privilege, let them worship how, where, or what they may.” (Article of Faith 11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes it's easy to forget. We want so much for people to do the things we know will make them happy, or the things we think they should do, or even the things that will make US happy, that we have to let them make their choices and live with their consequences. Of course, we don't have to stand by and let them make ALL the possible mistakes there are. We are given the chance to help them learn, help them see the possibilities, try to help them look forward. But in the end, we each are responsible for our own choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even more, we are all only a little piece of this puzzle. If we can feel so much desire to help the people we love to do what is right, how much more must our Heavenly Father desire for all of His children to make the right choices. And HE actually knows what ALL of those right choices are... our view is so limited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a person who seems bent on being as difficult as possible. She seems especially skilled in finding fault, even where there is none, and pointing it out in a manner to make the "faulted" person feel bad about themselves. Living in a small community means that everyone is aware of what she is doing. The interesting part is that she seems unable to find fault in herself. For the past few months whenever I think about this person, it makes me angry. I dwell on all of the things she should be aware of and how she should have to feel as bad as the other dear sweet people she seems to need to bring down. It's not healthy, and I am not proud of it.  The comment about agency also got me thinking about this woman. She has her agency. I can't take it away from her, no matter how many people she hurts. She still has the choice to use her words to tear people down. I am trying to change the way I think, how am I using my agency? Wanting to make her feel bad, puts me on the same level as her. Two wrongs, still don't make a right. What I can do, is try to make MY choices better. I can try to use my words, my actions, to lift people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... so now I am just rambling a little, and maybe this particular ramble isn't something I should be broadcasting on the world wide web, but I am curious. I know you people are amazing, and so much more advanced than I am - have you ever had a person like this in your life? How did you rise above the situation? What can I do to feel better about her? Feel free to comment, or you know email me :) I really would appreciate any advice you have to offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-4784171452367787245?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/4784171452367787245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=4784171452367787245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4784171452367787245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4784171452367787245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/05/agency.html' title='Agency'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-7373921263943419140</id><published>2010-05-09T21:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:29:18.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the things I like best about being from a small town, is how much things stay the same, or at least they give the illusion of doing so. However, when I got home this past weekend there were actually a couple of changes ;-) First, my mom bought a 4-wheeler. I personally find this completely amusing. She's wanted one for a long time, but I really just never thought she'd do it. Now if she would just go get the thing licensed we might actually be able to ride it. Second, we have a new batch of kittens. Even though I do not personally own them, I do actually like animals. Baby ones are the best. I am a firm believer that animals should live outside, though - which is why I don't own them. I don't have an outside for them to roam around in. &lt;br /&gt;It was also fun to drive to town and see old buildings being torn down and new ones coming up. It gives the perception of change, even though nothing really does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good weekend to be home, quiet and yet productive. Friday, Daniel, Kelly and Justin worked out in mom's yard. They got the war zone (created from digging for the plumbing this winter) leveled out and Daniel even mowed the lawn. It doesn't look like mom's yard yet, but it does look a lot more like it than it has. Saturday was community clean up day. Mom felt guilty about having to leave early for our dinner reservations, so we went and got the girls and cleaned up for a couple of hours before the rest of the folks gathered and joined us. I'm going to hand it to Tylyn and Heather. They were tired, but even so they did their part and the extra part to help out. AND they did it with out being forced to. Thanks girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Mother's Day. I have been blessed with a particularly fabulous mother, if I do say so myself. I hope she knows every day, and not just one day a year how much I love her. I think I might have lived an extra blessed life for all the "like my mothers" I have. Aunts, neighbors, friends' moms, teachers, grandmothers, friends... my life has been full of wonderful women who have taught me what it is to care about people and to love unconditionally. To all of those I also wish a very happy mother's day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-7373921263943419140?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/7373921263943419140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=7373921263943419140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7373921263943419140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7373921263943419140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-of-things-i-like-best-about-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-1147341596961163187</id><published>2010-04-19T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:19:32.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I kind of felt invisible. It wasn’t that anything really went wrong or right. For a Monday things even went relatively smoothly.  It just seemed like the whole day could have happened the same way, even if I hadn’t been a part of it. Looking back, I’ve been having more days like this than usual. I’m not really complaining, just observing. I guess if the Leo in me is craving that spotlight, she had better do something worth noticing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-1147341596961163187?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/1147341596961163187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=1147341596961163187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1147341596961163187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1147341596961163187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-i-kind-of-felt-invisible.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-5573810560387949497</id><published>2010-04-12T17:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:57:40.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>As I walked past my front windows yesterday, I was overwhelmed by the feeling that my Heavenly Father loves me enough to take care of even the little things. With out me thinking about it, He helped me find a place to live where there are beautiful tulips to bloom every spring. Like I said, I know it's a little thing, but tulips are my favorite flower and through no planning of my own - there they are :) To make it even better, because of the way our complex is shaped, they bloom in stages - which means I get to enjoy them even longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tender Mercies :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-5573810560387949497?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/5573810560387949497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=5573810560387949497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5573810560387949497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5573810560387949497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/04/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-2922294103936602404</id><published>2010-04-09T21:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:53:56.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Today I went flip flop shopping. Summer can start anytime it wants. I AM READY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-2922294103936602404?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/2922294103936602404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=2922294103936602404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/2922294103936602404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/2922294103936602404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/04/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-3976514339401794491</id><published>2010-04-03T12:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:31:39.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe it's because I live a very land locked life, but one of my favorite things when I travel to Nova Scotia, is to watch the water. The tides in the bay, the water that seems to disappear from the "rivers" while I am at work, driving along the seaside as I make my way back to the city, I am fascinated so much that I have to be careful not to be distracted while I drive. In Digby,I always request the hotel room that overlooks the bay. I can sit and watch the boats for so long that I forget what time it is. Maybe, I just need to get out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am chillin in Dartmouth. I say chillin, but it's a completely warm and glorious day. This morning was a bit foggy, so I decided to go to a movie. (I saw How to Train Your Dragon - and would encourage your attendance fully.) When I came out of the theatre (I am in Canada - it's "re"),the sun had come out and the fog was gone. It was so nice I couldn't make myself go back to the hotel. The mall in front of the hotel is an outdoor mall, so I spent the next couple of hours just walking from store to store. Everyone seems to be out and about making sure last year's flip flops are still the right size. I managed not to buy new ones, but I sure wish I had packed mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make it back to the hotel, to find that even though I had missed the morning session, it's already available online!! I am going to watch today's sessions back to back and then head out to try one of the many fantastic restaurants for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-3976514339401794491?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/3976514339401794491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=3976514339401794491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3976514339401794491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3976514339401794491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/04/maybe-its-because-i-live-very-land.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-1450633611881790035</id><published>2010-03-23T20:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:30:36.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I've been chastised again for not actually updating this thing, and since I am avoiding moving furniture, I figure now is the time. Life is actually pretty quiet – with days that are super busy.  I spent last week in Dingle which is always a busy time, and of course it was full of fun things. I got to be home for Cannon’s Blue and Gold Banquet, quality scrapbook time with the girls, dinner with my Georgetown family, watch parties, humanitarian aide day, Relief Society dinner, temple day, we learned a new card game – and I am pretty sure I can even remember most of the rules ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I finally picked out bedroom furniture. I’ve been putting it off, but I found a set I love and is on a stellar deal. Grownup furniture will now be in my living room, kitchen AND bedroom. Look at me being an adult. What that means is now I have to rearrange, redistribute and get rid of stuff so it can all fit. The tricky part is doing all of that AND leaving my house liveable for my friends coming for dinner and my family that is coming to stay over spring break. YAY! for them coming to stay. BOO! that I won’t actually be here when they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS – know anyone who wants an elliptical? I’ll take $50 off the asking price if you can get it out of my house before the delivery guys come ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-1450633611881790035?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/1450633611881790035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=1450633611881790035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1450633611881790035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1450633611881790035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-ive-been-chastised-again-for-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-8297029946499174733</id><published>2010-03-08T21:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:58:19.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been kind of a long week... 4 people who I love have lost someone they love. It makes my heart hurt. It also makes me realize how blessed I am to have the gospel in my life. The sweet assurance that we will be able to be with our loved ones again. It allows us to miss having them with us now, but know that the sorrow is only temporary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, now the goal is to make sure we are living a life so that we qualify for that privilege.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-8297029946499174733?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/8297029946499174733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=8297029946499174733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/8297029946499174733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/8297029946499174733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-kind-of-long-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-3137384735131908974</id><published>2010-03-03T20:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:03:05.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all Idol folks</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the first time I have tuned into American Idol - I know, you're shocked and slightly amazed. But here's the thing, Simon is leaving after this year. Let's face it - is there really another reason to watch the show? No really - IS there another reason to watch the show? I guess one could argue that I should watch to fill my "Simon's snide remarks" tank... hmmm... maybe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-3137384735131908974?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/3137384735131908974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=3137384735131908974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3137384735131908974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3137384735131908974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/03/calling-all-idol-folks.html' title='Calling all Idol folks'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-2871369860446559954</id><published>2010-02-28T16:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:06:33.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>catch up</title><content type='html'>It has been a lovely weekend, really, Friday was my grandma's birthday. She turned 88. I vote 88 is an accomplishment all in itself. My mom and Cannon came down and we spent the afternoon with grandma and grandpa. I even got to meet my cousins' spouses and children. And for that matter, see some of the cousins I haven't seen for so long one of them had actually NO clue who we were. The last time I saw him he was probably 4... now he's probably 24. It's a stark contrast to the family relationships on my mom's side of the family - where we get together for everything...weddings, funerals, blessings, birthdays, ummm Tuesday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a super good day. Liz and I went to Logan because we're being supportive. Our friend, Spencer, was released from the stake calling he has held for the past 10 years. As we were walking into the tabernacle, I noticed Spencer was talking to someone who has actually been on my mind a lot lately, for no known reason, Ron Godfrey. Ron was my advisor at USU, and I am pretty sure one of the most influential people in my actually get through my program. I had lost track of him when he left Logan to serve in Kentucky. So, yay :) Coincidentally, Brother Godfrey was sustained as the new Stake President. It was fun just to see him again. After Stake Conference, we went over to Lafe's, where his fabulous roommates fed us dinner. Afternoons like today remind me of how much fun it is to actually have people around. Don't get me wrong, I still love the quiet little life I live, but having people around to just laugh with - not a bad plan either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good way to end a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-2871369860446559954?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/2871369860446559954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=2871369860446559954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/2871369860446559954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/2871369860446559954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/02/catch-up.html' title='catch up'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6398599240613641291</id><published>2010-02-08T21:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:08:42.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Harry</title><content type='html'>I went to the funeral of a man I didn't really know well, today. He came to our family about the same time that I was moving away. 14 years ago, Harry married my Great Aunt Helen Rae. She is one of the sweetest people you will ever meet - and I do suggest you meet her. Listening to his family and friends talk about him today, made me wish I had gotten to know him better. I know that sometimes at funerals you think - wow, did these people really know the same person I did? But today that was not the case. &lt;br /&gt;Today, I think I want to be a little better... so that when you silly bums have to talk at my funeral - you can be as genuine as his family was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6398599240613641291?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6398599240613641291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6398599240613641291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6398599240613641291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6398599240613641291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/02/uncle-harry.html' title='Uncle Harry'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-11425072424571981</id><published>2010-02-04T12:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:36:45.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a small moment of bliss this morning. I got to work, and as I was sitting in the parking lot deciding whether or not to get out of the truck, I looked at the eastern horizon. The faintest shade of pink was beginning to appear over the mountains. That's right my friends - the days are getting longer! A ray of hope in this dreary winter! The groundhog may be predicting 6 more weeks of winter, but he's only accurate 39% of the time... I'm still crossing my fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-11425072424571981?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/11425072424571981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=11425072424571981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/11425072424571981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/11425072424571981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-had-small-moment-of-bliss-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-1949451248834606974</id><published>2010-01-27T19:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:08:48.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road again</title><content type='html'>I used to think my life was actually interesting. And for some reason I needed to advertise that interesting life to the world wide web... I have recently come to the conclusion that this is not necessarily so. However, I do like to hear myself talk - so  here I am again making you listen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super excited this past weekend to get out of town and visit the center in Baton Rouge. Working remotely has some benefits, but I really enjoy being able to get back into where the work is happening and visit with the people I talk to every day. And, I'm not gonna lie, I like getting to see my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travelled to Baton Rouge with the other Utah kids, Leah and Warren. We got to the center late afternoon on Thursday - just in time to check in and say Hi. It was good to meet some of the client visitors who were already there. We stayed a couple of hours before going back to the hotel, and getting out for dinner. I have also decided I like traveling WITH people. Dinner is much more fun with people to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we spent part of the day in the center and then headed back to the hotel to set up the conference room for the meetings that were the actual cause of the trip.  I think the meetings went really well. The energy was positive and I think people walked away with a good understanding of where we are, and where we want to be. And best of all, I think they understand what we need everyone to do to get there.&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, there was a cocktail hour and dinner at a fabulous little steak house called Sullivan's. I especially love seeing people get out of the work frame of mind, let their hair down a little and just have a good time. I definitely learned more about my leadership team than ever would have come up on a conference call. I am  thinking we need to push Steve's wife for some pictures :) If for no other reason than that he dared us to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we woke up and went to lunch (yes, those things happened very close to each other) at a place called George's. I am not sure where Jon found this place, but it was awesome! It was funny to see Leah get all nervous. I'm not sure she was a fan of the idea at eating at a hole in the wall that is literally under the overpass of the freeway in a not so "Chili's" part of town :)If you're ever in Baton Rouge, I highly suggest it. Great food, unique atmosphere, reasonable prices... a winning combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we did it all again! for the team that wasn't there the night before. Saturday night I stuck around for the after party at Ringside. The band was great and again, it was just fun to see people be people instead of be "at work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip back - for our little group - was pretty uneventful. There were a couple of horror stories from some of the other folks who had traveled, but we were not among them. And, fortunately - we got out of town before the game... Maybe that was fortunate.... maybe it would have been fun to see the whole town going crazy for their team :) GOOOO SAINTS :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-1949451248834606974?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/1949451248834606974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=1949451248834606974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1949451248834606974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1949451248834606974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-8642298573419320167</id><published>2010-01-16T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:37:42.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barbed Wire</title><content type='html'>There has been interest expressed in knowing why I have wire in my living room, so I figured I'd better post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/S1HrIyjv69I/AAAAAAAAA4o/ZSvzqJEm36o/s1600-h/22166_248847567185_598227185_3904325_1881430_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/S1HrIyjv69I/AAAAAAAAA4o/ZSvzqJEm36o/s320/22166_248847567185_598227185_3904325_1881430_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427377562201353170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-8642298573419320167?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/8642298573419320167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=8642298573419320167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/8642298573419320167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/8642298573419320167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/01/barbed-wire.html' title='The Barbed Wire'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/S1HrIyjv69I/AAAAAAAAA4o/ZSvzqJEm36o/s72-c/22166_248847567185_598227185_3904325_1881430_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-7481924898828001883</id><published>2010-01-07T21:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:15:51.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I am clutz. I present to you two exhibits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A: I managed to step on a piece of barbed wire which has left a gash in the bottom of my foot. Where is this wire? Sitting near the wall IN MY LIVING ROOM. Who really has barbed wire in their living room? And who walks on it if they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B: I managed to sprain my ankle walking across - The Parking Lot. It's a flat surface. I wasn't anywhere near ice or snow. I wasn't wearing heels. I have been walking for over 30 years.. and yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part - same foot. Happy Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-7481924898828001883?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/7481924898828001883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=7481924898828001883&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7481924898828001883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7481924898828001883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6538525916516632717</id><published>2010-01-05T21:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:13:18.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger</title><content type='html'>I love the smell of fresh ginger. I can remember the first time I ever cooked with fresh ginger, because it wasn't all that long ago. I was taking a cooking class with my friends James and Heather and the instructor, Hiro, was going on about the wonders of this ugly little brown thing. It's good for everything from flavoring food to relieving PMS... just incase you were wondering. I remember when he cut into it and that yummy lemon smell was passed around... yes, I am a geek. Why do yo ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tonight I was making orange ginger chicken and was mincing the ginger and now my house smells the same yummy lemon smell. Oh, and dinner was really tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long my hands will smell like ginger? It's like a pleasant little surprise every time I touch my glasses :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6538525916516632717?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6538525916516632717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6538525916516632717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6538525916516632717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6538525916516632717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2010/01/ginger.html' title='Ginger'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6972152775106321812</id><published>2009-12-27T15:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:56:33.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot about stomachs lately. Not their size, so much as their function. Michaela has been sick, and no one could really figure out why. To be honest, I don't think anyone still knows the original cause, but 3 trips to the ER, 1 CT scan, 1 scope, 3 doctors, 2 prescriptions and 3 diagnosis later, she seems to be feeling much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it really is even more than just stomachs, or even the digestive system in general (which I am still pondering even after surgery 3 months ago) but the entire human body. What an amazing machine we are. All of the pieces fit together in such a specific manner that even the slightest imbalance, bump, bruise, tear, scratch or break can set of a series of events that most of us don't even recognize as related. Thank goodness for doctors who dedicate their lives to learning how to recognize and treat these machines. It is also good that most of the time the initial concern doesn't expand any further than that. But, wow, when it does....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I figured it was time to update the blog and i don't have anything super profound. Now you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6972152775106321812?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6972152775106321812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6972152775106321812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6972152775106321812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6972152775106321812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-thinking-lot-about-stomachs.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-4829767536449183791</id><published>2009-12-05T20:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:40:12.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas, Baby!</title><content type='html'>How can you pass up $25 tickets to Las Vegas? We couldn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday afternoon we arrived in Vegas, took a shuttle to the hotel and checked in. I think the best way to describe The Imperial Palace is to quote the guy from Hard Rock,"Ghetto Chique." We explored the hotel and casino for a bit, and then decided we needed to go to a show that night. We got hooked up at the half price ticket booth with Donny and Marie tickets... Yes, that's right :) We went to see the Osmonds. It was super cheesy - and perfectly fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sxs051XOE9I/AAAAAAAAA4E/EnQpXwNyqmw/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sxs051XOE9I/AAAAAAAAA4E/EnQpXwNyqmw/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411977545397441490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we had a lovely sleep in day :) We went over the Bellagio to pick up our tickets for that evening's show, had a bit of breakfast and then headed up to Circus Circus to spend the afternoon at The Adventure dome. The shows under the big top were fun. The rides... were... intense. They were not the best constructed rides I've ever been on. I didn't really feel unsafe, but there were a few comfort measures most rides have that were lacking. Never the less, we rode them all. The Disk-O was the one that did me in. I haven't been made ill by a ride in a long time, bt after that one, we had to sit for quite some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our Adventure Dome outing, we went back to the hotel and got duded up for "O". Now that, my friends, is a show. There was so much going on that there was no way to catch it all. I would definitely go back again, and probably have a competely different experience. Also, I am not sure how I missed it, but apparently there are multiple Cirque shows. How fun would that be? to trip to Vegas and just go to all the Cirque du Soleil shows? Who's up for it? We also took the opportunity to check out the Bellagio fountains, because, let's face it, they are a LV classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sxs06cjgiBI/AAAAAAAAA4M/3dIuaw1_ju0/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sxs06cjgiBI/AAAAAAAAA4M/3dIuaw1_ju0/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411977555917965330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was our wander around/shopping day. Again, after a fantastic sleep in morning, we made our way down to the Hard Rock Cafe, M&amp;M store, Coke store, you know, the classic tourist locations. After lunch we dropped off the bags and went over to the Forum Shops. We also took a look at the new City Center as we were going back and forth. It's going to be amazing when they get it all finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sxs064dHFyI/AAAAAAAAA4U/acqPGTCyVb8/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sxs064dHFyI/AAAAAAAAA4U/acqPGTCyVb8/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411977563407324962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our final stop for Friday was the Stratosphere. After the rides the day before, there were definitely some second thoughts. We decided to go with only one instead of all 3. The ride is called Insanity. And hanging out over Las Vegas from 900 feet up...yeah... The view was awesome though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sxs07XxYfRI/AAAAAAAAA4c/C8TTWLguC2I/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sxs07XxYfRI/AAAAAAAAA4c/C8TTWLguC2I/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411977571813850386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we decided that we had to eat at at least one buffet. That is also classic Las Vegas, right? Breakfast was lovely. After spending a litte more time at the gift shop, we caught the shuttle back to the airport. Exhaustion set in on the plane ride home. It's a short flight anyway, but with a nap, it's almost like it didn't happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for Vacations where things are noisy and busy, and yay for coming home to a little home where things are quiet and comfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-4829767536449183791?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/4829767536449183791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=4829767536449183791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4829767536449183791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4829767536449183791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/12/las-vegas-baby.html' title='Las Vegas, Baby!'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sxs051XOE9I/AAAAAAAAA4E/EnQpXwNyqmw/s72-c/IMG_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-5122153953025398842</id><published>2009-11-23T21:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:38:40.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiffy Lube</title><content type='html'>Here's a funny story that might be an excuse to update the blog... So I took my truck into Jiffy Lube last week because it was long overdue and I figured it would be a good thing to have done before I the holiday driving season. When I get there, the customer service guy totally hits on me... for some of you reading this, that might be an every day occurrence. For me, not so much. It kind of tripped me out. So much so that I actually gave him my number when he asked for it. The even more strange part of this story is that he actually asked me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was fun. We'll probably go out again. I don't see any real long term potential, but hey, it's nice to get out of the house :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-5122153953025398842?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/5122153953025398842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=5122153953025398842&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5122153953025398842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5122153953025398842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/11/jiffy-lube.html' title='Jiffy Lube'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-7177651853256558349</id><published>2009-11-08T18:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:30:56.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy</title><content type='html'>It's been a pretty good week. I spent it in Dingle, and like always, there was just a lot going on. Monday we took Trayson back to his mom and then my mom and I spent the evening shopping. It's got to be done when ever you get a chance to get out of town :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we went to Tylyn's first basketball game. Soda totally kicked their trash, but apparently when they played Grace later, they did MUCH better. Karlee is a cheer leader this year, so I got to see them both in their debuts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we had a baby shower for Shahna. That is going to be a very well dressed baby. Thanks to everyone who was able to come share some time with us. I'd post pictures, but I got sidetracked, so I don't so much have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the Turkey Shoot and Scrapbook day, and Victoria's baptism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Tanner's farewell talk in church. He says he's only excited, not scared. I still think he's lying a little ;) I know we will all miss him for the next 2 years, but we are very much excited to see who he becomes in the mean while.  We love you Tanner.  Rock Paraguay's world :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-7177651853256558349?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/7177651853256558349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=7177651853256558349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7177651853256558349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7177651853256558349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/11/busy-busy.html' title='busy busy'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-8637622536877512525</id><published>2009-10-28T18:12:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:43:30.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nova Scotia visit</title><content type='html'>There is absolutely no order to these photos... But here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujgcIPCXMI/AAAAAAAAA38/y-odXt4Fvgo/s1600-h/DSCF1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujgcIPCXMI/AAAAAAAAA38/y-odXt4Fvgo/s320/DSCF1050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397810927255051458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in Digby, one must eat the scallops and the lobster, so... I did. The waitress even educated me on how to eat the whole lobster... yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujgbTv_ieI/AAAAAAAAA30/pR7x0R5RZMA/s1600-h/DSCF1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujgbTv_ieI/AAAAAAAAA30/pR7x0R5RZMA/s320/DSCF1058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397810913166199266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low tide. Digby is also famous for the size of its tide. Looking at how high those docks are, you can get a pretty good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sujga7K6j7I/AAAAAAAAA3s/zujCTjvm3j4/s1600-h/DSCF1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sujga7K6j7I/AAAAAAAAA3s/zujCTjvm3j4/s320/DSCF1057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397810906568232882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujganFMBaI/AAAAAAAAA3k/w8WBuFna6x0/s1600-h/DSCF1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujganFMBaI/AAAAAAAAA3k/w8WBuFna6x0/s320/DSCF1056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397810901175502242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally have a weakness for sunsets, however, this trip saw many more sunrises than sunsets (at least from outside of the centers). Both of these are from the hotel in Digby. Sun rise over the Bay of Fundy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sujf9NApZkI/AAAAAAAAA3c/7Vea2UNrFzU/s1600-h/dscf1048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sujf9NApZkI/AAAAAAAAA3c/7Vea2UNrFzU/s320/dscf1048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397810395960927810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do the homework necessary to be able to attend a session, but I HAD to get over at least to see the temple. It is small, and of course, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sujf8oIj1xI/AAAAAAAAA3U/43K_XaLjWuo/s1600-h/DSCF1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sujf8oIj1xI/AAAAAAAAA3U/43K_XaLjWuo/s320/DSCF1046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397810386062006034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are in the ladies' room at Moxie's. Just incase you need to touch up your make up... They remind me of the Beauty School Drop Out scene in "Grease."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sujf8HeKYUI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Po_wBGpUcvg/s1600-h/DSCF1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sujf8HeKYUI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Po_wBGpUcvg/s320/DSCF1047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397810377294242114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly eating breakfast when this sails past the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sujf7kkHZOI/AAAAAAAAA3E/T9C5DziL0sk/s1600-h/DSCF1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sujf7kkHZOI/AAAAAAAAA3E/T9C5DziL0sk/s320/DSCF1041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397810367923971298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theodore the Tugboat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following photos are from the tour we took of Alexander Keith's Brewery. It was super fun, once I got past the cheese level. Apparently Mr Keith is the man who figured out how to make ale that would keep it's flavor even after being shipped to the troops in India. He is most famous for India Pale Ale, but has since branched out (as any man with a head for business would.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujfeAloztI/AAAAAAAAA28/oxM-YxEtpas/s1600-h/DSCF1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujfeAloztI/AAAAAAAAA28/oxM-YxEtpas/s320/DSCF1030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397809860050472658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujfdrbMRCI/AAAAAAAAA20/XOL1bWl7uyk/s1600-h/DSCF1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujfdrbMRCI/AAAAAAAAA20/XOL1bWl7uyk/s320/DSCF1034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397809854369514530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barrel making supplies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujfdDZ0WzI/AAAAAAAAA2s/HeVdFXtx1O0/s1600-h/DSCF1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujfdDZ0WzI/AAAAAAAAA2s/HeVdFXtx1O0/s320/DSCF1035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397809843626335026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malt room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujfcrJBW5I/AAAAAAAAA2k/cmwejEFFbgo/s1600-h/DSCF1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujfcrJBW5I/AAAAAAAAA2k/cmwejEFFbgo/s320/DSCF1038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397809837113432978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pub. The entertainment was fun, and I hear the beer is good, too. "Those who like it, like it a lot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujfcDG5iQI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ZNTJ2CEyzVc/s1600-h/DSCF1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujfcDG5iQI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ZNTJ2CEyzVc/s320/DSCF1039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397809826367113474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited one of the cemetaries where the Titanic victims are buried. It was really powerful. Not easy to convey in pictures, but... here are a few just for kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujeYe2ZtmI/AAAAAAAAA10/JaM9p3zVAws/s1600-h/DSCF1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujeYe2ZtmI/AAAAAAAAA10/JaM9p3zVAws/s320/DSCF1022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397808665583007330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujejLoc3-I/AAAAAAAAA2U/7kTLAcQABNE/s1600-h/DSCF1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujejLoc3-I/AAAAAAAAA2U/7kTLAcQABNE/s320/DSCF1023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397808849402781666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujeZ4K-I3I/AAAAAAAAA2M/jreWztm6Pks/s1600-h/DSCF1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujeZ4K-I3I/AAAAAAAAA2M/jreWztm6Pks/s320/DSCF1026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397808689560036210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujeZM6bbVI/AAAAAAAAA2E/QFsKM1v512Q/s1600-h/DSCF1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujeZM6bbVI/AAAAAAAAA2E/QFsKM1v512Q/s320/DSCF1025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397808677947927890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-8637622536877512525?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/8637622536877512525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=8637622536877512525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/8637622536877512525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/8637622536877512525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/10/nova-scotia-visit.html' title='Nova Scotia visit'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SujgcIPCXMI/AAAAAAAAA38/y-odXt4Fvgo/s72-c/DSCF1050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-5756685773685755454</id><published>2009-10-17T07:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T07:49:03.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Truro</title><content type='html'>I have spent the last few days in the lovely town of Truro.  Oddly enough it doesn't feel all that far from home, even though th GPS says it is about 2400 miles. Getting ready to be here has been the most eventful part I think. I managed to forget my passport, lost (and found) my jacket, have my flight delayed, have the shuttle service be running missing a driver, and almost miss the turn for the hotel. However, as you can see - they are all only near misses. The kind you just go... shwew.. and then take a deep breath about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into the centre (I AM in Canada)on Wednesday morning and I remember why it is a blessing and a curse to actually be IN the middle of it. Blessing - Things get fixed faster when all the players can be in the same room. Curse - You have to be able to process your reaction with out letting people see the emotion behind it. People are emotional creatures, and we feed off of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed getting to put some faces with the voices I talk to regularly. I wish I had been able to get out a little more and really just sit down and listen. Maybe I can do a better job of that next week in Digby. We'll cross our fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-5756685773685755454?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/5756685773685755454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=5756685773685755454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5756685773685755454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5756685773685755454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/10/truro.html' title='Truro'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-7992713668273704991</id><published>2009-10-12T19:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:39:16.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt's competition :)</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a new experience for me. I got to attend a body building competition that my friend Matt was participating in.  I had my reservations, I'm not gonna lie. However, they were quickly overcome and I quite enjoyed myself. It was actually pretty amazing to see what people can do when they work at it. Especially knowing at least part of what Matt had been doing to prepare. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Matt's posing routine was the highlight of my evening. The rest of the routines were ok, but they were all the same. Leave it to Matt to be the entertainer. &lt;br /&gt;The link is on my facebook profile, but I am not technologically smart enough to figure out how to post it here. So, instead you're getting a few pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/StPY-xdzBhI/AAAAAAAAA1s/4VE7XzrSlXs/s1600-h/DSCF1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/StPY-xdzBhI/AAAAAAAAA1s/4VE7XzrSlXs/s320/DSCF1011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391891751834420754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/StPY-eMfDmI/AAAAAAAAA1k/sCrV5vRD_II/s1600-h/DSCF0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/StPY-eMfDmI/AAAAAAAAA1k/sCrV5vRD_II/s320/DSCF0980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391891746661535330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/StPY93g_n3I/AAAAAAAAA1c/rz31heTnOJY/s1600-h/DSCF0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/StPY93g_n3I/AAAAAAAAA1c/rz31heTnOJY/s320/DSCF0969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391891736278572914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/StPY9ed1BuI/AAAAAAAAA1U/JMRLiWEuYnI/s1600-h/dscf1016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/StPY9ed1BuI/AAAAAAAAA1U/JMRLiWEuYnI/s320/dscf1016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391891729554409186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-7992713668273704991?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/7992713668273704991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=7992713668273704991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7992713668273704991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7992713668273704991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/10/matts-competition.html' title='Matt&apos;s competition :)'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/StPY-xdzBhI/AAAAAAAAA1s/4VE7XzrSlXs/s72-c/DSCF1011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-3986163869418206551</id><published>2009-10-07T17:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:20:31.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>since then....</title><content type='html'>Catch up...&lt;br /&gt;We came home from Alaska, and I turned around and checked into the hospital. I had my gall bladder out. Apparently it was full of stones, which would explain the misery I had this summer, and the day I really thought I was just going to die over Labour Day weekend.  The good news is, it's out, and now I feel GRRRRRRREAT! (Said in my best Tony the Tiger voice) Mom came down and went with me - cuz she's the best mom ever, and then took me to Dingle so I could be watched over. Needless to say, I was well cared for and recovered quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went with Tanner and Shahna and Jon to the temple. Tanner is preparing for his mission to Paraguay and Shahna and Jon had been preparing to be sealed. It was a fabulous day and place to spend with some of my very favorite people. There were about 40 adult family members who came, plus the kids. Good Times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am back in SLC. At least for a few days. My next trip is for work. Yay, for getting to put some more faces with their voices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-3986163869418206551?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/3986163869418206551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=3986163869418206551&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3986163869418206551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3986163869418206551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/10/since-then.html' title='since then....'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-8104057458772191106</id><published>2009-09-20T21:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:23:10.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbxhciohfI/AAAAAAAAA1M/KcatmO0MT-M/s1600-h/Kelly+Alaska+363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbxhciohfI/AAAAAAAAA1M/KcatmO0MT-M/s320/Kelly+Alaska+363.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383755961467438578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we woke up in Seattle. It was a totally relaxed morning. We were in no hurry to get off the ship and had all the time in the world to get to the airport. We had breakfast and then watched the dockworkers unload no fewer than 5 semi loads of food for the next cruise. We spent a bit of time waiting in the Seattle rain waiting for our shuttle. Got to the airport and realized we’d left one of our bags back at the port. Oops. Of course, NCL was on top of it. Before we were even out of the airport, they called us to arrange to get it shipped back to home. The flight home was a little bumpy again, and I still giggled at Rex and Wayne, getting just a little more nervous. The landing even included a good sized bounce. Good fun, I tell you, good fun. They have never been more happy to see SLC than they were that night. Regardless of what they tell you, they had a really good time. They spent a whole week completely outside of their comfort zones, but they still enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;I was home and doing laundry by 830, and the Dingle crew made it home at about midnight.  Yay for having family you can spend a whole week with and still love at the end! It was such a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim, your dad says next time, you can come with and he’ll keep your kids ;) I say we hold him to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-8104057458772191106?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/8104057458772191106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=8104057458772191106&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/8104057458772191106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/8104057458772191106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbxhciohfI/AAAAAAAAA1M/KcatmO0MT-M/s72-c/Kelly+Alaska+363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-940186654049896805</id><published>2009-09-20T21:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:21:51.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Friday, in the words of our great Captain Gunnar, the weather was not with us. We were traveling through a front, but one that seemed to be following us. The waves were big enough and the wind rough enough that they actually closed most of the decks. The crew spent most of the day trying to find a place that they could feel the waves the least. I spent my day counting my blessings, including that apparently, I don’t get seasick. I didn’t take a Dramamine, put on a weird little patch, or use the sea bands. I just never got sick. As it turns out, a few of them are still feeling a little dizzy today. Did I mention, I am counting my blessings?  Friday night was the farewell show from the dance troupe and the crew of the ship. My hat goes off to the team. They did an absolutely awesome job. 15,000 meals a day, and running an 1,100 room hotel while it moves through the ocean, keeping everyone entertained, fed, buzzed, and safe – what a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbxKPJDzEI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ktVIsPpf5bE/s1600-h/Kelly+Alaska+335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbxKPJDzEI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ktVIsPpf5bE/s320/Kelly+Alaska+335.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383755562733521986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbxDIz88zI/AAAAAAAAA08/b62ggoud_AA/s1600-h/Kelly+Alaska+336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbxDIz88zI/AAAAAAAAA08/b62ggoud_AA/s320/Kelly+Alaska+336.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383755440775295794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbxC4_2wtI/AAAAAAAAA00/lykWUAwaiMQ/s1600-h/Kelly+Alaska+340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbxC4_2wtI/AAAAAAAAA00/lykWUAwaiMQ/s320/Kelly+Alaska+340.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383755436530254546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbxCakddLI/AAAAAAAAA0s/k7F_Fr-Z3ZA/s1600-h/Kelly+Alaska+349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbxCakddLI/AAAAAAAAA0s/k7F_Fr-Z3ZA/s320/Kelly+Alaska+349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383755428362286258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbxBwOf9eI/AAAAAAAAA0k/d_DloRU8plY/s1600-h/Kelly+Alaska+350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbxBwOf9eI/AAAAAAAAA0k/d_DloRU8plY/s320/Kelly+Alaska+350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383755416995886562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbxBvXHYRI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Y0bjvOUAd7k/s1600-h/Kelly+Alaska+353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbxBvXHYRI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Y0bjvOUAd7k/s320/Kelly+Alaska+353.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383755416763588882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-940186654049896805?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/940186654049896805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=940186654049896805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/940186654049896805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/940186654049896805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbxKPJDzEI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ktVIsPpf5bE/s72-c/Kelly+Alaska+335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-350769267270525169</id><published>2009-09-20T21:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:16:22.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Thursday was another sleep in day. Since the weather was starting to turn pretty windy, it was a good day to sleep in. We played a little more Bingo – still didn’t win – and watched a movie. Prince Rupert was pretty much like wandering around Montpelier. You’d never guess it is the 2nd biggest commercial shipping port on the west coast. Mostly because that was on the other side of town and not really something they feel the cruisers are interested in. Our shore excursion here was Ancient Songs and Stories of the Tamishian People. I am a geek, and I like stories. It was fun to learn new ones. We kept thinking Wayne should have come with us, so he could have some new material. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Srbv5w543OI/AAAAAAAAA0U/sJxD3p9tRe8/s1600-h/Kelly+Alaska+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Srbv5w543OI/AAAAAAAAA0U/sJxD3p9tRe8/s320/Kelly+Alaska+332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383754180227292386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbvscDJdWI/AAAAAAAAA0M/uP2NmZoz_eU/s1600-h/Alaska+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbvscDJdWI/AAAAAAAAA0M/uP2NmZoz_eU/s320/Alaska+137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383753951290684770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Srbvr54FT1I/AAAAAAAAA0E/8u1Z7XPZfCI/s1600-h/Alaska+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Srbvr54FT1I/AAAAAAAAA0E/8u1Z7XPZfCI/s320/Alaska+141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383753942117470034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbvrtPblKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/i1oWixHWC4o/s1600-h/Alaska+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbvrtPblKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/i1oWixHWC4o/s320/Alaska+146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383753938725737634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbvrAtqPqI/AAAAAAAAAz0/f0W4Uw4-DVs/s1600-h/Alaska+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbvrAtqPqI/AAAAAAAAAz0/f0W4Uw4-DVs/s320/Alaska+147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383753926772932258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Srbvqh4l6PI/AAAAAAAAAzs/hhSNnHRC84M/s1600-h/Alaska+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Srbvqh4l6PI/AAAAAAAAAzs/hhSNnHRC84M/s320/Alaska+154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383753918497286386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-350769267270525169?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/350769267270525169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=350769267270525169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/350769267270525169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/350769267270525169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Srbv5w543OI/AAAAAAAAA0U/sJxD3p9tRe8/s72-c/Kelly+Alaska+332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-4818374006945890022</id><published>2009-09-20T20:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:12:24.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Wednesday we were in Skagway. It was also our first day of rain. We met for breakfast for Donna’s birthday. Happy Birthday Donna! :) After breakfast we made our way out to the train. Yeah, I had totally forgotten to move the pictures from my camera to my computer. I got 1 picture in before I was told my memory was full. The good news is, there were at least 3 other camera’s on the trip and they are all better photographers than I am. I spent most of the trip trying not to fall off the edge of the thousand foot direct drop offs. Did I mention that I have a reoccurring nightmare of driving off the edge of a canyon? Ok, while all of that is true, I actually really enjoyed the views and the ride.&lt;br /&gt;When we got back into town, I drug mom to a pizza joint for lunch. I needed a break from ship food. While it really was great, I just needed a break. It was a total dive, but the pizza was quite possibly the best pizza I’ve ever eaten. I don’t even know if it had a crust, there was sooo much cheese. It really is the simple things that make me happy. &lt;br /&gt;After wandering around Skagway, we got back on ship and had enough time for Mom to call Cannon. I am not sure who missed the other one more. He was very sure to tell her who won Big Brother, which I understand mom has managed to get Cannon AND Daniel hooked on. Go Mom :)&lt;br /&gt;At Rex’s second round of Bingo, he had won a spa certificate. Since he had not prepared with a swimsuit, they gave it to Mom and I and we took advantage of the semiprivate spa and relaxation room. Anyone who knows me, knows how much I love a hot bath, well, what is a Jacuzzi if not an even better version of a hot bath??? The windows of the spa were at the rear of the ship, so we kicked back and watched the shore move further and further away. Thanks Rex and Nancy for giving us your prize. After the spa we went to dinner at the sushi restaurant – The Ginza. The dinner was good, the dessert was odd.  I am still not sure what mochi ice cream is. Once you got inside the gummy shell, it was pretty darn tasty.&lt;br /&gt;I think my favorite onboard activity happened Wednesday night. They announced it simply as a chocoholic’s buffet. Well, how do you miss chocolate? What I didn’t know was just how many ways chocolate can be enjoyed. The mousse, the cake, the chocolate covered fruit, chocolate fountain, chocolate shells on mocha chocolate mouse cupcakes, chocolate apples (imagine caramel apple only better) and the sculptures, and decorations, and flowers and…..I am pretty sure it was a preview of what heaven will be like. The only thing is, 11 pm is too late to actually eat that much chocolate, soooo breakfast was a continuation of the pure bliss from the night before. The pictures don’t do it justice. 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It was not quite as lovely as the day before, but it was still very pleasant. We did a little bit of shopping, but mostly just exploring the town. Did you know that Mt Roberts has over 300 miles of mining track? The highway that runs through Juneau is 26 miles with a dead end on both sides. Seems a little backwards, eh? &lt;br /&gt;We didn’t have as long to spend here, so we walked the group down to the museum, and then Mom and I went back to catch our bus to the Gold Creek Salmon Bake. OH MY GOODNESS. I know it’s just fish, but this was amazing. Fresh caught, cooked over an open fire in a grill cage and covered with a pineapple brown sugar glaze. It brought a tear to my eye. The area was beautiful and it was just a great meal, kicked back feeling. It was so kicked back I wasn’t even worried when the shuttle came to pick us up 20 minutes late. We got back to the ship and were literally the second to last persons back on before they pulled up the gangway.&lt;br /&gt;After Juneau, the ship made its way up the Tracy Arm toward Sawyer Glacier. This was by far the prettiest leg of the trip. The water was a creamy dark green and the hills, oh the hills. You’d think we had never seen mountains before. We made it as far as we could until there was too much ice for the ship to keep going. The captain and pilot did a great job. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight the show was called Cirque Pacific. It was a combination of the singing and dance troupe and the Chinese acrobats….it was really a good show, and everyone seemed to enjoy it. I did not love it. It was just too much all at the same time. It went from ballet to Irish dance to feats of strength to plate twirling to stomp all in the same show. 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The weather was completely amazing. They get 256 days of rain on average in Ketchikan, and it was such a beautiful day, I managed to get sunburned. We spent most of the day wandering between the jewelry stores. They were handing out gemstones and pendants and stuff and we were being the most touristy of tourists. The next time I am there, I will book more shore excursions.  I love tours, and wish we had done a little more of that.  I did really enjoy The Great Alaskan Lumberjack Show. I could have easily taken a couple of the lumberjacks home ;)  Instead, my souvenir is the ring Kelly couldn’t help herself from bargaining for. She loves a challenge and getting $130 rings for only $30 was a victory.  She was trying for $20, but she got pretty darn close. &lt;br /&gt;Back on ship we spent the lovely weather outside on the deck, playing cards and watching for whales. We did see a couple of different pods of Orcas as well as dolphins. None of them stuck around long enough to get pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Our waiter at dinner that night was hilarious. His name was Ernesto. He was great. I think the funniest part was how funny he thought he was. He was definitely laughing at his own jokes, which is why I was laughing. The next few nights when our group went for dinner, they either asked to be in his section or he came over to visit anyway. &lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to see the Chinese acrobats. I am pretty uncoordinated, so watching them made me more jealous than normal, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbopPXeHhI/AAAAAAAAAvs/NeS4bElsa1I/s1600-h/Alaska+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbopPXeHhI/AAAAAAAAAvs/NeS4bElsa1I/s320/Alaska+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383746199765261842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbpKYQPrxI/AAAAAAAAAv0/BLrEyyc2Ylc/s1600-h/Alaska+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbpKYQPrxI/AAAAAAAAAv0/BLrEyyc2Ylc/s320/Alaska+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383746769086557970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Srbon5VoThI/AAAAAAAAAvc/PvQ4FczRUKY/s1600-h/Alaska+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Srbon5VoThI/AAAAAAAAAvc/PvQ4FczRUKY/s320/Alaska+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383746176672091666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbpKtYkd-I/AAAAAAAAAv8/GnSq2j6NztY/s1600-h/Alaska+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbpKtYkd-I/AAAAAAAAAv8/GnSq2j6NztY/s320/Alaska+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383746774758619106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbonkfOuWI/AAAAAAAAAvU/TWGhlMFl5FY/s1600-h/Alaska+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbonkfOuWI/AAAAAAAAAvU/TWGhlMFl5FY/s320/Alaska+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383746171075213666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbonD4Ex0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/RzZTddhsUxQ/s1600-h/Alaska+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbonD4Ex0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/RzZTddhsUxQ/s320/Alaska+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383746162321049410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-977172798006634987?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/977172798006634987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=977172798006634987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/977172798006634987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/977172798006634987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbopPXeHhI/AAAAAAAAAvs/NeS4bElsa1I/s72-c/Alaska+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-2353094359409833802</id><published>2009-09-20T20:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:42:20.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Sunday was our day at sea. We took full advantage by sleeping in and having room service for breakfast. We found the rest of our group out on the deck and decided to explore the ship. We lost half of them when they started snooping around the 14th floor penthouse suites.  So, Mom, Rex and I went to play BINGO. We did not win. We lost Rex’s interest when we went to the shopping seminar. We learned more about diamonds and gemstones than I have ever wanted or needed to know. Apparently, jewelry shopping is a big thing in Alaska.  And since we were in the last 2 weeks of the season, the deals were going to be even more AMAZING! Too bad I am not really in the market for diamonds, eh?  I must admit, I did fall in love with the blue diamonds… hint hint – anyone looking to butter me up.&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of diamond workshops we discovered The Versaille. Not the real one – duh. It is one of the 11 restaurants on the ship. This is where Mom’s love affair with chilled fruit soup started.  I am pretty sure she had chilled soup with every dinner for the rest of the week.  My love affair was with the French bread. It really was THAT good. This is also the day I decided I was going to enjoy the food and take my chances with my gall bladder. I am a terrible patient. Just because I KNOW you are worrying now, I have had no issues since I was diagnosed. &lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to see the Jean Anne Ryan Company’s tribute to Andrew Lloyd Webber. It was much fun. I think I have found a job for a couple of my friends though. Jazz Hands!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-2353094359409833802?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/2353094359409833802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=2353094359409833802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/2353094359409833802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/2353094359409833802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-161818912322465629</id><published>2009-09-20T20:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:41:26.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska - in parts</title><content type='html'>We started our journey early Saturday morning.  The Dingle crew had come down the night before so we could be at the airport at 630. Everything went very smoothly, which is a good thing when you’re flying with people who have never or rarely flown before. The ride was a little bumpy, but just enough to make the uncles nervous. I have to admit I giggled under my breath watching them cling tightly to the seats in front of them.  &lt;br /&gt;When we got to Seattle we had a little time waiting for our shuttle. We made friends with the pigeon who was wandering around the shuttle stop. Justin had him, literally, eating out of his hand before we left. Our shuttle driver was a little nuts, and a terrible driver, but he managed to get us there safely. We made it through the boarding process and even found our way up to lunch. I’m not gonna lie, it felt like an accomplishment. &lt;br /&gt;After we were allowed into our rooms, we dumped the carry-ons and went up to the pool deck for the bon voyage BBQ.  This event prompted the question that has been on my mind ever since. How much alcohol is consumed on the average cruise? &lt;br /&gt;That night we went to the Stardust Lounge for the kick off show. The entertainment was amazing. We could tell it was going to be a great week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbmxNN7NuI/AAAAAAAAAuk/waKPAvaxFeo/s1600-h/Alaska+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbmxNN7NuI/AAAAAAAAAuk/waKPAvaxFeo/s320/Alaska+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383744137604052706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbmxUrALMI/AAAAAAAAAus/TNhOW8Nm8MQ/s1600-h/Alaska+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbmxUrALMI/AAAAAAAAAus/TNhOW8Nm8MQ/s320/Alaska+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383744139605060802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Srbmx810BXI/AAAAAAAAAu0/4HWe9NUZ4vw/s1600-h/Alaska+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Srbmx810BXI/AAAAAAAAAu0/4HWe9NUZ4vw/s320/Alaska+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383744150387819890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbmyeCquyI/AAAAAAAAAu8/wFss45t3rqQ/s1600-h/Alaska+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbmyeCquyI/AAAAAAAAAu8/wFss45t3rqQ/s320/Alaska+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383744159300107042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Srbmy7sJkLI/AAAAAAAAAvE/77jDWuHxsRA/s1600-h/Alaska+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Srbmy7sJkLI/AAAAAAAAAvE/77jDWuHxsRA/s320/Alaska+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383744167258722482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-161818912322465629?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/161818912322465629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=161818912322465629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/161818912322465629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/161818912322465629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/09/alaska-in-parts.html' title='Alaska - in parts'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SrbmxNN7NuI/AAAAAAAAAuk/waKPAvaxFeo/s72-c/Alaska+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-5313804045777483867</id><published>2009-09-05T19:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:20:42.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet</title><content type='html'>It's been a pretty quiet couple of weeks. Which, if you were wondering, is not a bad thing. Really.... there's just not much to talk about. I am super looking forward to the next week though :) Me, my mom, and a few of my aunts and uncles are going on our first cruise! ALASKA BABY!!! Not only is it going to be fun just because it is - but I am very much looking forward to being disconnected for a week. WooHoo... 7 more days till my 7 days of Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really hoping to finish the class I am taking for work, but the server is down... maybe I will pack instead ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to take pictures (of the cruise - not the packing :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-5313804045777483867?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/5313804045777483867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=5313804045777483867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5313804045777483867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5313804045777483867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/09/quiet.html' title='Quiet'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-2565581443519633736</id><published>2009-08-23T21:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:53:01.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME</title><content type='html'>What a fantastic birthday weekend! On Thursday, it was a normal work day, but for some reason, everything was just a little more fun than normal.  After lunch I had a fantastic suprise delivery - Matt :) OH, and he brought flowers :) pretty ones. My office smelled amazing all day. (My kitchen still smells pretty darn good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SpIOPo0z5II/AAAAAAAAAt8/Fk0XrMc8Rzs/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SpIOPo0z5II/AAAAAAAAAt8/Fk0XrMc8Rzs/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373372967226172546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I went and got a pedicure and then Liz took me out for Coldstone. I mean... Can it BE a better day than that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday the fun continues!  My Mom, Daniel, Cannon, and Mac came down to stay for the weekend. The kids immediately jumped in the pool. Mom helped me get stuff ready and then we went up to the park for my birthday party - o - joy. It was completely random, but that's what you get when you let me plan. It was so fun to have so many friends and family around to celebrate with me, some who I talk to often, some I haven't seen for months. Thanks again to all of you who made the journey - of blocks or miles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SpIN06vp-iI/AAAAAAAAAt0/8uKCDTXS77c/s1600-h/DSCF0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SpIN06vp-iI/AAAAAAAAAt0/8uKCDTXS77c/s320/DSCF0715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373372508179921442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SpIN0kmF4RI/AAAAAAAAAts/guWW5f3YA_g/s1600-h/DSCF0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SpIN0kmF4RI/AAAAAAAAAts/guWW5f3YA_g/s320/DSCF0712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373372502234226962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SpINz7yyLeI/AAAAAAAAAtk/J-v6NeQLjBs/s1600-h/DSCF0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SpINz7yyLeI/AAAAAAAAAtk/J-v6NeQLjBs/s320/DSCF0727.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373372491281608162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SpINzY4763I/AAAAAAAAAtc/HEjShumg7cA/s1600-h/DSCF0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SpINzY4763I/AAAAAAAAAtc/HEjShumg7cA/s320/DSCF0724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373372481912171378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we got up and went to my ward's breakfast/potluck. Then we drove down to visit my grandparents. When we got there my cousins Sharon and Doug were there. Sharon is by far my grandma's favorite person in the world. They are like 1 heart in 2 bodies. Grandma had had a rough night the night before, but she always feels better when Sharon is around. Talking to Sharon reminds me of my grandma when she was healthy and vibrant. They live in Arizona, so they aren't able to be there often, but it was an added bonus (for me) that our visits coincided.  After grandma's, we spent the afternoon school shopping and running errands, and chillin at the pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we woke up and went to the temple dedication. The cancelled church services in Utah and parts of Idaho so that everyone would be encouraged to attend the dedication. It was a lovely service. Now I suppose I had better get my fanny over there to check it out in person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church they packed up the truck and left me alone - which is NOT my favorite part of the weekend, but hey... it's only til the 11th. Then my house will be full for another night before our cruise :D  Yay for things to look forward to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-2565581443519633736?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/2565581443519633736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=2565581443519633736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/2565581443519633736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/2565581443519633736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SpIOPo0z5II/AAAAAAAAAt8/Fk0XrMc8Rzs/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-2517053589915908027</id><published>2009-08-11T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:06:57.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fair Week</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows me, knows that I am a big fan of things that stay the same... Traditions, as you might call them. I tell you this to help you understand why I Love Fair Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night is the parade. The official start to the Bear Lake County Fair. The businesses and some of the communities do a grand job of planning and decorating. They may not be ready for the Macy's parade, but for Bear Lake, it's great ;) My favorite this year was the Broulim's float. It was a ginormous shopping cart built on top of a dune buggy. Plus, they were throwing out popsicles instead of salt water taffy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night is the night all the animals are brought into the barns for weigh-in. This year, we did not have an animal, which is ALRIGHT by me ;) Cannon's pig was too small. But the cousins have pigs, which means we get the best of both worlds. We have people to support, and cheer, and get excited for, but don't have to be in washing pigs at 630 in the morning or cleaning pens at the end of the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is the day it really all gets started. The exhibits open, the food booths are running at full capacity, the "carnival" is up and running, the acts (hypnotist, family band, clown, magic show, etc) are going on on the multiple stages. Don't get me started on why carnival is in quotes... Ugh. Wednesday night is the Horse Pull.  The Horse Pull is a new event this year. I've been to tractor pulls, which are awesomely white trash and SO much fun, but Horse Pull will be new... I am thinking white trash is going to be replaced with hick town. But as I am told repeatedly... don't fight who you are, embrace it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is the stock show. So the day starts early, fighting for your spot in line to try and get those animals clean and shiny, literally. A little baby oil on that piggy makes the judges happy. If you're wondering why it has to start so early, it's because animals are not stupid. They don't like standing in the sun anymore than the rest of us. By hold Thursday night is the first rodeo. Yee Haw. I am not a lover of the rodeo in general, but when you know some of the folks involved it increases enjoyment exponentially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is also a rodeo. I must admit, Friday is probably the lull. I can't think of anything else going on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we start the day with the Stock Sale. Since we are already there we may as well spend the day. We check out the booths in the commercial buildings, wander through the 4-H barn and the kids' school projects.  Ooh and Aah at the quilts and photographs. Drool over the jams and baking entries. Get our copy of the Dairy Magic recipies. And, you know... fair stuff.  Saturday night is the Demolition Derby! There is just something about watching people RAM into each other. Hearing the crunch and watching them spin while they try to get disconnected from the guy who just smashed into them. Most excellent fun indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's backwoods, hick town, redneck, white trash.... call it what you want. I love Fair Week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-2517053589915908027?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/2517053589915908027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=2517053589915908027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/2517053589915908027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/2517053589915908027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-fair-week.html' title='Happy Fair Week'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-3958328567893673341</id><published>2009-07-28T19:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:00:26.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>July happenings</title><content type='html'>July was really just sooo busy.  It won't seem that way if I try to explain it, but it was. Now you know. While I was in SLC I was able to celebrate a couple of my favorite birthdays. Then I went home and went to The Cliff and Golda Skinner Family Reunion. It was super fun. I love my family. They are all completely crazy, which is why I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the week after the reunion we kept our promise to take Cannon to Yellowstone. It was great. His goal was to see animals. The boy has a ONE track mind. The highlight of the trip is by far the Bison heard we saw on the second day. There were at least 500 of them enjoying the sunny day on the plains. It was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sm-tHg6lGgI/AAAAAAAAAtU/HB02fuhAK9o/s1600-h/yellowstone+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sm-tHg6lGgI/AAAAAAAAAtU/HB02fuhAK9o/s320/yellowstone+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363696025827875330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sm-tHZhAfuI/AAAAAAAAAtM/fzXpfJfIn-k/s1600-h/yellowstone+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sm-tHZhAfuI/AAAAAAAAAtM/fzXpfJfIn-k/s320/yellowstone+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363696023841570530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sm-tHD0zUkI/AAAAAAAAAtE/iZpo2CyQ-EU/s1600-h/yellowstone+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sm-tHD0zUkI/AAAAAAAAAtE/iZpo2CyQ-EU/s320/yellowstone+089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363696018019013186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sm-st4R3PTI/AAAAAAAAAs8/eVJtDe84760/s1600-h/yellowstone+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sm-st4R3PTI/AAAAAAAAAs8/eVJtDe84760/s320/yellowstone+059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363695585422949682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sm-stSL6PTI/AAAAAAAAAs0/j8RSwTKGIIk/s1600-h/yellowstone+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sm-stSL6PTI/AAAAAAAAAs0/j8RSwTKGIIk/s320/yellowstone+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363695575197433138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sm-ss2KNbnI/AAAAAAAAAss/jz-DtEdSHqs/s1600-h/yellowstone+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sm-ss2KNbnI/AAAAAAAAAss/jz-DtEdSHqs/s320/yellowstone+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363695567674109554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sm-sstv9KKI/AAAAAAAAAsk/IEF5XGG61Uo/s1600-h/yellowstone+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sm-sstv9KKI/AAAAAAAAAsk/IEF5XGG61Uo/s320/yellowstone+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363695565416507554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after we got back from Yellowstone Mom and I took part in Bear Lake's Relay for Life. It was amazing to see how many people in our little community have been touched by this disease. I can think of no better cause to support than changing hope to a cure. Cancer robbed me of getting to know a man who I have heard nothing but positive things about. In his memory, we participated in the all night relay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home, took a 1 hour nap, and went down to the Dingle Cub Scout breakfast.  Somehow I got volunteered to be the cashier. I am blaming my mother the primary president. I found out that I am officially too old to pull allnighters. It was Friday night with no sleep, it is now Tuesday and I am STILL tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back on Sunday and now I am enjoying my quiet time. But if you're around - please! come visit :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-3958328567893673341?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/3958328567893673341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=3958328567893673341&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3958328567893673341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3958328567893673341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-happenings.html' title='July happenings'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sm-tHg6lGgI/AAAAAAAAAtU/HB02fuhAK9o/s72-c/yellowstone+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-2615897125126872418</id><published>2009-07-05T21:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:18:23.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite day</title><content type='html'>I love the 4th of July. It is my favorite day of the entire year. And it's not just because you don't have to feel weird when the person next to you is wearing the same color shirt as you, or even the very same shirt, for that matter. The 4th of July is the day when we put aside our differences and celebrate our commonalities. No one is afraid to say that we are "One nation under God." We remember our Founding Fathers. We honor the brave men and women who sacrifice every day to keep us free and safe. We pay reverence to our fallen heroes. We stand together with our hands on our hearts and sing. We pledge allegiance to our flag. We cheer at the parades, and we ooh and aaah at the fireworks displays. We all sit down together and celebrate our history, our heritage, our freedoms, and our families. It may actually be the 1 day each year that we are the UNITED States of America. &lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to live in this land, blessed above all other lands. May we each strive to make choices everyday to preserve this nation and the ideals it stands for.  Happy Independence Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-2615897125126872418?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/2615897125126872418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=2615897125126872418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/2615897125126872418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/2615897125126872418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favorite-day.html' title='My favorite day'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-3536365130011564809</id><published>2009-06-19T15:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:37:58.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>3 weeks is a long time, even for me.... Summer is just so busy. I feel like I have been running around solid, but haven't accomplished a thing. We have had so many happy things happen - We had 3 babies born in less than a week - but even more than that in the past month :) Al of them are healthy and doing well, with one more on the way in a couple weeks.  We have a wedding coming up and school is out and we're getting ready for reunions and fairs, and you know, summer stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I can't be more exciting than that right now... happy Summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-3536365130011564809?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/3536365130011564809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=3536365130011564809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3536365130011564809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3536365130011564809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-1124799889399019158</id><published>2009-05-29T20:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:42:16.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The update, as promised.... he forgot to show up. This time, neither he nor his company has tried to call to apologize or reschedule. It's really best that they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Summer officially started. How do I know? you ask. Well, I got my first pool time.  I know that my Condo's little pool isn't anything spectacular, but I love that it exists and that I can just have a spot to sit in the sun.  It is supposed to be stormy for the next week, so I was super excited to just get out side and enjoy the day.  After work, of course ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My garden is growing :) I think my spinach is ready to be picked and replanted....but, how do you know when spinach is ready?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-1124799889399019158?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/1124799889399019158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=1124799889399019158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1124799889399019158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1124799889399019158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-as-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-5651052977666505040</id><published>2009-05-26T21:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:28:05.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So... I realize about once a day that I have become a terrible blogger. I attribute it to a couple of things. 1 - I spend too much time on facebook. 2 - There's really nothing going on. &lt;br /&gt;I DID buy a new kitchen table and chairs this weekend. Yep, that's as exciting as it gets.  Oh, I also started going to a new ward this week. I decided it was time to transition before they kick me out in August...  So far so good. Tomorrow I am meeting with my 3rd window sales guy. He's rescheduled twice already, so if he doesn't show tomorrow, I am going with one of the others. I figure he'd better give me a pretty darn good deal for being such a scheduling nightmare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, now, that you'll be wondering - so I'll keep you posted ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-5651052977666505040?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/5651052977666505040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=5651052977666505040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5651052977666505040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5651052977666505040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/05/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-7480187500391276325</id><published>2009-05-17T13:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:17:46.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadi</title><content type='html'>Today we will use our blog to say good bye to someone we did not know long, but cared for very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannon had been asking for a puppy forever - literally. When Nugget had pups, Mom finally gave in. For mom to give in, Sadi had to be special. The preparations were made and we brought her home.  Cannon and Steven built her a house. She was too excited to learn to fetch, she would go after the stick or ball, but but bringing it all the way back was harder ;) She loved to go for walks and play with anyone who would stay outside with her.  Sadi was a puppy. In every sense of the word. We will miss having her jump every time we opene the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/ShBwCIlIUjI/AAAAAAAAAsE/M1oO4GLJ-n0/s1600-h/IMG00148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/ShBwCIlIUjI/AAAAAAAAAsE/M1oO4GLJ-n0/s320/IMG00148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336888740399305266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/ShBwCLQ9T8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/ENOYliqWqxI/s1600-h/IMG00152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/ShBwCLQ9T8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/ENOYliqWqxI/s320/IMG00152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336888741120004034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/ShBwCnJukPI/AAAAAAAAAsc/rovKsC8RVGQ/s1600-h/IMG00179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/ShBwCnJukPI/AAAAAAAAAsc/rovKsC8RVGQ/s320/IMG00179.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336888748605870322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/ShBwCcOB6aI/AAAAAAAAAsU/PaJgHG6mAC4/s1600-h/IMG00176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/ShBwCcOB6aI/AAAAAAAAAsU/PaJgHG6mAC4/s320/IMG00176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336888745671125410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/ShBwCbw_AnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/1Y2Usoa3Rfs/s1600-h/IMG00174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/ShBwCbw_AnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/1Y2Usoa3Rfs/s320/IMG00174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336888745549300338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-7480187500391276325?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/7480187500391276325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=7480187500391276325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7480187500391276325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7480187500391276325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/05/sadi.html' title='Sadi'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/ShBwCIlIUjI/AAAAAAAAAsE/M1oO4GLJ-n0/s72-c/IMG00148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6615450881021640631</id><published>2009-04-25T20:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:50:47.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been an absolutely fabulous weekend :) My mom came down on Thursday afternoon. Friday I took the day off and we just spent the day wandering around whatever store we wanted to. We took our sweet time and just... yeah. Today we woke up late... well, I did. Mom was up a couple of hours before me and she is never lazy, so she cleaned my little house while she waited for me to join the living. Have I mentioned how cool my mom is?  We had a slow morning, but it was all leading up to a glorious afternoon. We went to the much anticipated "Wicked." &lt;br /&gt;It was amazing, awe inspiring, exceptional... how many more ways can I say awesome?&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the show before, but it doesn't make it any less inspiring. If you ever have the chance - take it. Definitely take it. I love the pieces that tie it into the Wizard of Oz, but even minus those, the story is great, the music is awesome, and the costumes, show, etc... there is a reason the show sold out in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;After the show we went to dinner and now we are kicked back at home enjoying some home time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life really is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6615450881021640631?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6615450881021640631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6615450881021640631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6615450881021640631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6615450881021640631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-has-been-absolutely-fabulous-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-4916854731788248474</id><published>2009-04-22T09:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:46:25.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I just like this one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Se87vuTaPhI/AAAAAAAAAr0/wN8GAXV-5BQ/s1600-h/twinkle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Se87vuTaPhI/AAAAAAAAAr0/wN8GAXV-5BQ/s320/twinkle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327542575271919122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-4916854731788248474?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/4916854731788248474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=4916854731788248474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4916854731788248474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4916854731788248474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-like-this-one.html' title='I just like this one'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Se87vuTaPhI/AAAAAAAAAr0/wN8GAXV-5BQ/s72-c/twinkle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-4993821126008154057</id><published>2009-04-13T17:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:07:36.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week I am spending the week in Dingle. I came home on Friday by way of Aaron and Kristen's wedding. It was a lovely ceremony. Saturday they had their reception - it was a full out back yard BBQ. They were blessed with a nice day, except for the wind. But I think they were pleased they didn't have to move it to the back up - in door - location.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Easter. I love Easter. What a glorious time to remember not only the ultimate sacrifice, but the ultimate gift that has been given to all of us. A special day set aside to remember that He lives! and because of that each of us will also live again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day. After church and a very tasty meal (Thanks Kel), we spent the afternoon learning more about the history of the early saints. It was a book written from the perspective of Emma Smith. We only got about 2/3 of the way through, so I am going to have to find some time to go finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first day back to work since March 30. All of the big things were cared for very well. What I learned is that there are all kinds of little things that are hard to train people on. You know, the stuff that you just kind of learn as you go, but you forget unless you have to think about it? But I was very pleased with the work my team did. And, I think they are pleased to know that I am not going anywhere for that long again anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we got to spend some time outside - Spring is so fickle - we must enjoy it while we can, in however small or large a dose as it allows :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-4993821126008154057?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/4993821126008154057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=4993821126008154057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4993821126008154057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4993821126008154057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-week-i-am-spending-week-in-dingle.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6387922633198214600</id><published>2009-04-06T14:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:34:15.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today we went back to Oldham. I am officially done picking up random things to keep the kiddies back at home happy. After an afternoon of searching for trinkets and treats we dropped it all off and went back to Spring Inn. It is the pub, that is just about a 10 minute walk from here. We had a great meal. For starters I had my first pate. For my main course I had steak and ale pie with chips and veggies. For my sweet I went with the Treacle tart. OH MY GOODNESS. I may have to look for that recipe. John's sweet was the Banoffee (banana and toffee) pie. In honor of Dav, today's pictures will be of dessert :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdpnB6LEAnI/AAAAAAAAArs/GoLxRoIjgYY/s1600-h/Dessert+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdpnB6LEAnI/AAAAAAAAArs/GoLxRoIjgYY/s320/Dessert+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321679192184849010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdpnB74K8ZI/AAAAAAAAArk/PSnY5BAmQ9w/s1600-h/Dessert+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdpnB74K8ZI/AAAAAAAAArk/PSnY5BAmQ9w/s320/Dessert+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321679192642482578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6387922633198214600?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6387922633198214600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6387922633198214600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6387922633198214600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6387922633198214600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-we-went-back-to-oldham.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdpnB6LEAnI/AAAAAAAAArs/GoLxRoIjgYY/s72-c/Dessert+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-8203616137484670080</id><published>2009-04-05T13:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:41:43.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>As promised, we went to church this morning. I had to laugh though. We started at church and ended the day at the pub. In the middle we went bowling. It was a good day. Not very Sundayish, but a good day. I could have talked him into 2 churches, but it's Conference Weekend, so no LDS services. We did drive past the ward house though- if that counts?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are a few more pictures from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdkJOGXRWSI/AAAAAAAAArc/8Yhh7qQkxeg/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdkJOGXRWSI/AAAAAAAAArc/8Yhh7qQkxeg/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321294572545988898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdkJNh-ImNI/AAAAAAAAArU/93PqXSsQzCc/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdkJNh-ImNI/AAAAAAAAArU/93PqXSsQzCc/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321294562776881362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdkJNoCLClI/AAAAAAAAArM/rPoqR2SwEDM/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdkJNoCLClI/AAAAAAAAArM/rPoqR2SwEDM/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321294564404431442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdkJNQHnBDI/AAAAAAAAArE/04IQX_sVzRU/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdkJNQHnBDI/AAAAAAAAArE/04IQX_sVzRU/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321294557984785458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdkJNELWRYI/AAAAAAAAAq8/CattAtrPCIQ/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdkJNELWRYI/AAAAAAAAAq8/CattAtrPCIQ/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321294554779239810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-8203616137484670080?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/8203616137484670080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=8203616137484670080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/8203616137484670080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/8203616137484670080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdkJOGXRWSI/AAAAAAAAArc/8Yhh7qQkxeg/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-4138229121424588315</id><published>2009-04-04T11:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:04:26.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today ended up being a pretty quiet day. We've pushed the city onto Monday or Tuesday instead. We ran a few errands back in Oldham and went to Asda (yes, even in England I can find my way to a Wal-Mart). Tomorrow is Sunday and John has promised to take me to church. I am including a picture of the church that is on the end of the street. We took a wander around it yesterday, it's actually very lovely and literally, a 3 minute walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sdeg70gYSII/AAAAAAAAAq0/zQypx8qXNuw/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sdeg70gYSII/AAAAAAAAAq0/zQypx8qXNuw/s320/029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320898434328709250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-4138229121424588315?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/4138229121424588315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=4138229121424588315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4138229121424588315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4138229121424588315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-ended-up-being-pretty-quiet-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/Sdeg70gYSII/AAAAAAAAAq0/zQypx8qXNuw/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-5962216601285585610</id><published>2009-04-03T12:02:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:50:33.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The other side of the pond</title><content type='html'>Hellooo :) I thought I had better stop a moment to tell everyone what a wonderful week I am having. On Tuesday I got on a plane and came to Manchester to see John. Wednesday morning, h met me at the airport and brought me home to Rochdale. We dropped off my bags and went for a walk down to the garden center, Gordon Riggs. Yes, really the garden center :) Ok, really it was just on our way down to the grocery store. It was interesting. Some things are very similar, some a different. By the time we were done wandering, I was fading fast. (I didn't so much actually sleep on the way over).  John let me off easy and we came home. &lt;br /&gt;Thursday, we went into Milnrow. We wandered around the shopping center and ran some errands down to his work and such. When we got back to the center we saw Sean Wilson (aka Martin Platt) from Coronation Street, standing outside the McDonalds having a Big Mac with his kids. Ok, so it really didn't do anything for me either, but apparently he's a big celebrity here. Everyone in the square was pointing and whispering. &lt;br /&gt;Today John and I went to Hollingworth Lake. It is a pretty little lake near the South Penines in the North west of England It was absolutely gorgeous, and the day could not have been anymore lovely. Infact, my face is actually sunburned. I didn't know you could actually get a sunburn in England? We got proper fish and chips and a 99 with a flake and walked around the lake. There were families everywhere, flocking to the lake on such a pretty day. John says it will be super busy tomorrow on a non work day. We also peeked in on a tea room, but since we had already had our meal and our sweet we decided not to stop. I really can't get over just what a lovely day it was. &lt;br /&gt;I've been in England for 3 days and it hasn't rained yet. That is supposed to change tomorrow, which is why we are planning a day in Manchester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am including pictures from our walk today. I hope you enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdZZ4Sc_otI/AAAAAAAAAqs/I0OPDXho4t4/s1600-h/Hollingworth+Lake+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdZZ4Sc_otI/AAAAAAAAAqs/I0OPDXho4t4/s320/Hollingworth+Lake+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320538833345815250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdZZ4HBw4AI/AAAAAAAAAqk/8Uu3Pa3PkKQ/s1600-h/Hollingworth+Lake+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdZZ4HBw4AI/AAAAAAAAAqk/8Uu3Pa3PkKQ/s320/Hollingworth+Lake+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320538830278811650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdZZ3u60b4I/AAAAAAAAAqc/66673qPKii0/s1600-h/Hollingworth+Lake+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdZYD9HfVMI/AAAAAAAAAo8/cB5sJ_q1wos/s320/Hollingworth+Lake+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320536834753647810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdZYDnJZxvI/AAAAAAAAAo0/9uxGrVfM4GQ/s1600-h/Hollingworth+Lake+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdZYDnJZxvI/AAAAAAAAAo0/9uxGrVfM4GQ/s320/Hollingworth+Lake+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320536828856092402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdZYDATMsWI/AAAAAAAAAos/9gIgsk6dThc/s1600-h/Hollingworth+Lake+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdZYDATMsWI/AAAAAAAAAos/9gIgsk6dThc/s320/Hollingworth+Lake+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320536818428195170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-5962216601285585610?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/5962216601285585610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=5962216601285585610&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5962216601285585610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5962216601285585610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/04/other-side-of-pond.html' title='The other side of the pond'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SdZZ4Sc_otI/AAAAAAAAAqs/I0OPDXho4t4/s72-c/Hollingworth+Lake+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-7127115260098794690</id><published>2009-03-30T21:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:45:34.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>excited</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow morning I leave to go to Manchester, UK. I am pretty bloomin excited... really. That's all there is to say :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-7127115260098794690?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/7127115260098794690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=7127115260098794690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7127115260098794690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7127115260098794690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/03/excited.html' title='excited'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-4886331132685820635</id><published>2009-03-27T09:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:29:18.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 - better late than never</title><content type='html'>I know - I'm behind...this is what happens when I watch with out a computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - Fun. Just different enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris - I liked this one quite a bit. Not a real stretch except at the end, but quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott - I did not enjoy this at all. The arrangement was ok. I didn't enjoy him performing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan - I get what she is trying to do. I just don't know if I like it. It sounds like she is just off key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoop - Too much falsetto. When he was lower it was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael - that's churched up???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil - I had higher expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam - Interesting, not tear worthy, but very well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny - Maybe they should have shown a different clip? Or he could have done what he was told and said he would do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison - I like her. I think. I have never really noticed her before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-4886331132685820635?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/4886331132685820635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=4886331132685820635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4886331132685820635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4886331132685820635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/03/top-10-better-late-than-never.html' title='Top 10 - better late than never'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-2080009209127024220</id><published>2009-03-11T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:54:32.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at home and in front of the tellee</title><content type='html'>Lil – It was ok. Nothing to write home about. It felt just a little off for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott – That was a Michael Jackson song? By the time I am writing this, I have already forgotten what the performance was like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny – Apparently I don’t know my MJ like I thought I did. Either way, I don’t like the song. He did a decent job with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike – That song I do know, and I really didn’t like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine – I like her. I like her a lot. She’s cute and she can sing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris – good times, nothing fabulous, but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison -  Enter the rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoop – I have issues with him going by Anoop Dog, but the performance was good, not one of the stronger vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorge – Did he break into Spanish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan – I am not sure what to make of her... KAW KAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam – I think Simon  had it right. He was really good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed his name (even in the recap) -  enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis – I  missed most of it, but what I heard, I liked&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-2080009209127024220?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/2080009209127024220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=2080009209127024220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/2080009209127024220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/2080009209127024220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-at-home-and-in-front-of-tellee.html' title='Back at home and in front of the tellee'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6098166304601855763</id><published>2009-03-09T20:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:27:04.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>questions of the universe?</title><content type='html'>Why do they insist on putting one old unpopular unhealthy guy on every season of Dancing With the Stars? And should we all feel bad for the poor girl who draws them as a partner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6098166304601855763?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6098166304601855763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6098166304601855763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6098166304601855763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6098166304601855763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/03/questions-of-universe.html' title='questions of the universe?'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6747289714654553130</id><published>2009-03-08T19:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:56:36.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I blame facebook</title><content type='html'>So, ever since I started playing on facebook, I have become a slacker blogger. I mean, my life is ever so exciting, so I should EASILY be able to update 2 different places... uh... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past 3 weeks I have been doing a bit of traveling. Kansas City is starting to feel like home away from home. I think, it is probably best that I don't have to travel often. I am not very good at it. One trip I forgot to make my hotel reservation, and on another I had my flight booked for the wrong day. It's probably best for everyone that I stay home for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home from the most recent trip, I had a new furnace installed. My old one was not broken, but it was 30 years old. In furnace speak - that means it was only a matter of time. I decided it was better to have it replaced off season and in a non emergency. YAY for tax returns. Now I am trying to convince myself that new windows are more important than a new laptop... being grown up sucks the fun out of everything ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6747289714654553130?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6747289714654553130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6747289714654553130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6747289714654553130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6747289714654553130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-blame-facebook.html' title='I blame facebook'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-5653344257016100134</id><published>2009-02-26T12:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:38:18.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time zones are not my friend</title><content type='html'>I missed most of American Idol last night because being with real people is better than being with pretend people. Now you know :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was supposed to be on a flight at 8:20. I am still one of those dorks who tries to be at the airport 2 hours early. Partly because I just like being able to take my sweet time, and partly because I worry about getting stuck in security. An 8:20 departure time meant that I needed to leave the hotel about 6 which means waking up at 5. So, I set my alarm... completely forgetting that my alarm was still in Mountain Time... Yeah, I woke up at 5:40 CST. I still managed to leave the hotel about 6:05... not so awake or prettied up as I would like to have been, but I got to the airport with time for breakfast... I love KCI and the 2 minute line at security.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-5653344257016100134?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/5653344257016100134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=5653344257016100134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5653344257016100134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5653344257016100134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-zones-are-not-my-friend.html' title='time zones are not my friend'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-1929080862850806360</id><published>2009-02-20T12:56:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:13:23.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder on the Grill</title><content type='html'>My family enjoys a good murder mystery... but they enjoy it even more when they get to dress up and pretend we can act :)  James and Heather gave me a murder mystery game for Christmas last year  (don't worry, we're still going to do it in SLC, too). This is what happens when you tell my family to come in their 50s attire :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SZ8N10WB5pI/AAAAAAAAAoU/21BepRISt-M/s1600-h/DSCF0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SZ8N10WB5pI/AAAAAAAAAoU/21BepRISt-M/s320/DSCF0364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304974104301004434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chubby Cheddar and Tiara Diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SZ8N1guDUMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/gK3TEa_ij6w/s1600-h/DSCF0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SZ8N1guDUMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/gK3TEa_ij6w/s320/DSCF0361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304974099033051330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chubby Cheddar and Bobby Sox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SZ8N1XWQCNI/AAAAAAAAAoE/zxZJuzhEJU4/s1600-h/dscf0355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SZ8N1XWQCNI/AAAAAAAAAoE/zxZJuzhEJU4/s320/dscf0355.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304974096517302482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan Spudnick, Tiara Diamond, and Barby Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SZ8MKHI4TtI/AAAAAAAAAn8/3jlBYfhlQig/s1600-h/dscf0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SZ8MKHI4TtI/AAAAAAAAAn8/3jlBYfhlQig/s320/dscf0354.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304972253920251602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Angel and Peggy Sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SZ8MJ1HXP4I/AAAAAAAAAn0/7o7juYNBXjU/s1600-h/dscf0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SZ8MJ1HXP4I/AAAAAAAAAn0/7o7juYNBXjU/s320/dscf0352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304972249082052482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Dragnet and his date :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SZ8MJaw2ySI/AAAAAAAAAnk/5rDesNUC09k/s1600-h/DSCF0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SZ8MJaw2ySI/AAAAAAAAAnk/5rDesNUC09k/s320/DSCF0347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304972242008328482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SZ8MJjqsl4I/AAAAAAAAAns/8GmvHD0A6bc/s1600-h/DSCF0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SZ8MJjqsl4I/AAAAAAAAAns/8GmvHD0A6bc/s320/DSCF0351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304972244398413698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Cast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-1929080862850806360?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/1929080862850806360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=1929080862850806360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1929080862850806360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1929080862850806360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/02/murder-on-grill.html' title='Murder on the Grill'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SZ8N10WB5pI/AAAAAAAAAoU/21BepRISt-M/s72-c/DSCF0364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-7478576565739973146</id><published>2009-02-17T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:01:49.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Material</title><content type='html'>YAY for having something to blog about.... Ok, really I have some pictures to post from our murder mystery dinner, but I haven't up loaded them, so probably later this weekendish.... In the mean while you get&lt;br /&gt;AMERICAN IDOL ala Colee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie Tohn – I am sorry, I couldn’t stop being bugged by her pants long enough to listen to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Braddy – I like him. I could listen to him for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis Grace – The song was a little too big… bit showy. She handled it ok, but not as good as they thought she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent Keith – lol, I think this song was written in Bear Lake ;) Seriously, do they sell White Rain in the real world? Do half of you even know what White Rain is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie Wright – the song was in the wrong key, or she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoop Desai – gawky and awkward on the stage, but pleasant to listen to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey Carlson – meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Sarver – missed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Marie – missed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Fowler – better than California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatiana – needs to go… regardless of her performance, I am tired of her in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Gokey –  I liked his auditions better than tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-7478576565739973146?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/7478576565739973146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=7478576565739973146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7478576565739973146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7478576565739973146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/02/material.html' title='Material'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-2478658452340185469</id><published>2009-02-11T13:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:07:38.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There has actually been some stuff going on, but I am officially terrible at blogging.  Last Thursday Mom brought Mac and Cannon down and we went to the Jazz game. It was loads of fun. We totally kicked butt, and there were a slew of empty seats so Mac and I totally cut down and sat by the other 2... Shhhh don't tell. &lt;br /&gt;The only bummer part is that because it was a late game, Goliath wasn't there doing the pre and post show. So we weren't able to get his autograph.&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning we took the kids to the Draper Temple open house. It was beautiful. It is amazing to see how the most beautiful things from all over the world come together to make a simple and awe inspiring building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I came home with everyone else. I am chillin in Dingle this week. Unfortunately, the internet is down, so I am still commuting to work... I am thankful for a hospital with free wi-fi... and tasty food ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-2478658452340185469?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/2478658452340185469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=2478658452340185469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/2478658452340185469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/2478658452340185469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-has-actually-been-some-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6246134587247295747</id><published>2009-02-01T18:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:08:23.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a good today as been:)  Church was pleasant, as it usually is, and then I was invited over to dinner at my cousin Danaca's house. She is probably the cutest girl alive.  Her parents are flying to London tomorrow to start their mission, 18 months as ordinance workers in the London temple. It was really good to see them and share the afternoon with Dana and Hev and Terrel and Denise. I truly should take more opportunity to spend time with the family I do have close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the day I have just been thinking about how truly blessed I am. The people I love are happy and healthy, and making choices that will make them happier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is just a good day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6246134587247295747?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6246134587247295747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6246134587247295747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6246134587247295747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6246134587247295747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-good-today-as-been-church-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6721488346951354076</id><published>2009-01-27T19:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:23:11.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>So, I am a little late and a little early all in the same entry. There really isn't anything going on with me, but I wanted to make a birthday shout out!&lt;br /&gt;Tanner, Dad, Aaron and Lindsay  :) Happy Birthday this week :D I hope they are (or were) as fantastic as you are :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6721488346951354076?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6721488346951354076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6721488346951354076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6721488346951354076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6721488346951354076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6665764477257827824</id><published>2009-01-23T22:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:01:43.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>It has been a relatively fabulous week. First, I started working out again - go me. I um, tried on my wedding dress... it told me it was time. So I guess, technically I first I tried on my wedding dress - 2nd I started working out again :)  Then Wednesday night was dinner group, which I have missed lately. We've been a little sproradic over the holidays and people moving and such.  Also Wednesday night, actually on my way to dinner group, I won tickets off the radio to see Adele.  Thursday night Dav came into town on an overnight. I had missed his last trip or two because I was out of town, so it was definitely time to say hello. He misses me, he just doesn't really know it. And tonight! tonight I got to USE the Adele tickets that I won. I invited my friend, Lori, and we both just had a good night out.  Yay for free concerts, plus, ADELE IS AMAZING. Sometimes when you see an artist in person you think, gee they must have a really good sound mixer. Not the case tonight. This girl was spot on and oh my goodness. If you're not familiar with her, you should be. Her album is called 19. I have been listening to her slightly longer than most of the US (or at least Utah) because she's British, and John had turned me on to her before I heard her on the radio. But, in all seriousness folks... she's worth the listen. She played tonight to an oversold crowd. She's up for 4 grammy's and besides all that - she's really cute. If I knew how to put music on here, I'd make it easy for you, instead I am just going to send you to itunes :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy week :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6665764477257827824?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6665764477257827824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6665764477257827824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6665764477257827824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6665764477257827824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/01/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6675257873237656004</id><published>2009-01-14T12:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:09:34.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KC</title><content type='html'>So, this week I got to come to KC for a few days, we'll call it a business trip. Ok, really it was a business trip, but I enjoying actually seeing the people I am working with so much it doesn't often feel like work. &lt;br /&gt;I landed Monday evening a bit later than expected after some delays in Denver, but when I was going up to pick up the car I ran into my friends Benson and Ana from my SLC ward. I knew they were here, but hadn't planned on running into them, so it was a very pleasant surprise. The not so pleasant surprise is that the delays landed me in the middle of rush hour traffic... not a big deal, just time consuming. &lt;br /&gt;We were staying at the Marriott, which is a lovely hotel, but for some reason my computer and their internet provider decided they did not want to play nice in the sandbox.  Jason said to call it a vacation - 2 days with out email ;) I said it was the worst vacation ever :P I must admit, it did let me log on just long enough to pull out the part of my work that HAD to be done on Monday night, so fate did smile on me there.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny though, because all anyone can talk about this week is how cold it is. At work, on the bus, in the lobby, at the restaurant, you can hear people referencing the termperature and what is to come. I am going to give it to them, it IS cold. It is COLDER because I am a dork and did't pack my big coat. But I am used to cold, and I didn't so much plan on spending all that much time outside - I forgot that nothing is close together on campus ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am headed home. It was good to spend the morning learning new things, trying to get an idea of what is to come - and I am ready to get back to the balmy 38F that it is in SLC right now ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6675257873237656004?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6675257873237656004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6675257873237656004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6675257873237656004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6675257873237656004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/01/kc.html' title='KC'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-8187206384145581230</id><published>2009-01-06T18:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:59:28.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I am a little warped, but one of my favorite sounds is listening to the snow sizzle as it hits the monster powerlines outside my office.  &lt;br /&gt;It's been kind of a rough day, so I thought I would just think of something happy instead. It was snowing today - so the sizzle was the one that came to mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-8187206384145581230?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/8187206384145581230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=8187206384145581230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/8187206384145581230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/8187206384145581230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-i-am-little-warped-but-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-4217180893450692880</id><published>2009-01-01T19:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:36:39.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>2009! really? So far this year is perfect :) We slept in - which as you know is my FAVORITE way to start the day. Then we went up to the cemetery and met all the kids at the hill. No, we don't play in the graveyard for new year's, but we DO play in the field next to it. It's the best sledding hill in town. Jared had gone up a couple days ago and plowed out the roads and built a track with some jumps for the sledders. It was fun to watch the kids trudge up the hill and somehow make it back down much more quickly than they made it up :) Hot cocoa and roasted hot dogs, and the wind didn't pick up til we were ready to leave - it was great. &lt;br /&gt;Mom went with me to visit a friend tonight, and when we got home - the boys had put in the toilet she got for her birthday :) YAY for a toilet that works right!&lt;br /&gt;Another happy thing is that John got a letter from the embassy. It wasn't the call we were hoping for, but it was a letter with another form they need filled out and instructions on how to set up his medical exam- PROGRESS! It has been feeling very stagnant as we waited and waited and waited for them to at least tell us they had received our application, so I am probably a bit happier than most people today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to set new goals this year, though - any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-4217180893450692880?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/4217180893450692880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=4217180893450692880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4217180893450692880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4217180893450692880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-3610725384642396928</id><published>2008-12-26T10:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:38:02.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>I, um, didn't so much get all my cards sent this year... So for those of my computer literate friends, I am sorry, but this post will have to serve as your Christmas Card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, Family, Countrymen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to believe it has been an entire year since I sat down to write this letter the last time. It feels like everything has changed and yet remains the same. &lt;br /&gt;It seems this year was a year of firsts.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time mom flew over the ocean :) I was invited to go on a reward trip with work. So Mom and I were able to go to Hawaii! It was so much fun. We were able to attend the temple and go to the Polynesian Cultural Center, as well as drive around the island.  I can hardly wait to go back and see everything else. There was just so much!&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time I flew first class (for more than an hour) – also for work, but I went to the Philippines. I bought my first pearls and have now met everyone on my team. Being alone in an airport where English is an official language only by law, was quite an experience. The shopping was lots of fun, but again – SO MUCH to do. I definitely need to go back; maybe with less work to do.&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time preparing for a hurricane and praying I am able to get out of town before it hits. I was in Baton Rouge the week before Gustav moved through the gulf. I have a new respect for the people who live knowing those storms are coming through every year and are able to stay and thrive.&lt;br /&gt;I planted my first garden. I also learned a lot about snails. They ate more of my garden than I did, but for next year I am ready :) I know it is silly, but salsa made from your own tomatoes and peppers really does taste even better than normal.&lt;br /&gt;Cannon sold his first pig. It was a good experience, that mom is pretty sure she never wants to repeat, but I am still pretty sure she won’t say no when he asks again.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time Mom and I have made jam - all by ourselves. If I must say so, it turned out most excellent. If we ever run out of it, we have even learned a few things to make it even better next time. &lt;br /&gt;It was the first time I turned 30… and whether or not it will be the last has yet to be determined. &lt;br /&gt;In September, Daniel and MinDee had their first baby. Cannon’s new little brother is Trayson. He is growing like a weed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit though, I guess my very favorite first this year is something that will only happen once. I got my first engagement ring! John and I will be wed as soon as the government decides to process our paper work. So next year is also set up to be a year of firsts and we are super excited about all of them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this season be one of happiness for all! Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;~~ Nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-3610725384642396928?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/3610725384642396928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=3610725384642396928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3610725384642396928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3610725384642396928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-cards.html' title='Christmas Cards'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6435439126837420177</id><published>2008-12-21T20:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:16:17.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Christmas events</title><content type='html'>I am very blessed to have a job that allows me to telecommute. Because of that I have been able to attend a lot more things at home than in the past.  This weekend I was able to come home to see my little sister Angelia's high school musical. This year they did Oklahoma, and Angelia was cast as Aunt Eller. I have never actually seen Oklahoma all the way through, so it was quite interesting. Of course she did a fabulous job :) And I am offering only a slightly biased opinion :)&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to my family Christmas party. We had about 90 people there (we know because we did actually put a number on everyone as they came in.) It was great! Everybody brings a treat to share, and we get to catch up and chat and of course there are presents :) I had to miss last year, so I was super excited to get to be here this year. I must admit, I do miss going caroling like we used to, but it's just so nasty cold that we can't talk anyone into it any more ;) I still vote we bring back the chili and donuts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6435439126837420177?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6435439126837420177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6435439126837420177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6435439126837420177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6435439126837420177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2008/12/pre-christmas-events.html' title='Pre Christmas events'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-4596031973786503648</id><published>2008-12-15T18:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:24:09.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Girl</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the night where I admit I am a DUMB GIRL.  I went outside to grab the mail and noticed my tire was low. So, I decide to go quickly to the tire store before it closes... about 2 blocks from home the low tire is no longer low - it is FLAT, but I think the tire store is only 10 more blocks, so I will drive slow and be fine... well, about the place the tire store is SUPPOSED to be, the tire is no longer flat, it is a seperate entity from the rim. So I pull over and call the store and say, um, where are you? He says, we're 90 blocks south... So, the internet has the wrong address, but there is another store just 10 blocks east of where I am, so we call them. They can't help so we call another store that is not far. They can't help either. Finally they try to send me to the competitor when I say - but my tires are BIG-O, so I have a warranty. Then it clicks and they give me the warranty dispatch phone number.  An hour later the AAA guy shows up, changes my tire, and sends me on my way. I now have to apply for reimbursement for the AAA fee, but even if it never comes, it was totally worth just not being stranded.  I am such a DUMB GIRL.... shouldn't I be able to change my own tire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I did watch, so I at least kind of now how he lowered the tire from under the truck, and I get the basic concept of lugnuts. Now... maybe I should figure out where my jack is and how it works.... I hate being helpless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-4596031973786503648?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/4596031973786503648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=4596031973786503648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4596031973786503648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/4596031973786503648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2008/12/dumb-girl.html' title='Dumb Girl'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-8934668836829139068</id><published>2008-12-14T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:57:33.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been kind of an interesting week. Wednesday I went home to attend my great uncle's funeral. It was a lovely service for a great man. I learned a lot about him, which is unfortunate that it takes a funeral to get to know people. I also learned that he and my grandpa also have a sister and another brother. The other brother has been gone for a while, but the sister is still living. Yeah, I have an aunt I've never known about.  Families are an interesting thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to SL on Friday, which means I missed Mom's Christmas party, but I did avoid the storm (thanks, Kel). The snow is beautiful. The thing about SLC winters is that they are really good about cleaning the snow off the roads. It doesn't always happen same day, but you can bet if there is 2 days with out snow, the roads will be clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I was the fortunate recipient of Matt's extra ticket for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir Christmas Concert. It was amazing. We forget when we hear them on the radio or CD just how awesome the choir really is. They also brought in 2 special guests, Brian Stokes Mitchell and Edward Herrmann. Brian Stokes Mitchell was, wow. His voice was entrancing. I couldn’t not enjoy it. I had not been familiar with a lot of his other work, but I did know him from Frasier and The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air… Edward Herrmann I knew from Gilmore Girls…. I watch too much TV…. ANYWAY… it was really a good good night. Good, like I am going to have to buy new CDs good. Thanks, Matt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-8934668836829139068?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/8934668836829139068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=8934668836829139068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/8934668836829139068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/8934668836829139068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-kind-of-interesting-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-242802465857202269</id><published>2008-12-08T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:16:02.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Mom hit her 100 mark today!!!! CONGRATULATIONS!!! My mom rocks :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-242802465857202269?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/242802465857202269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=242802465857202269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/242802465857202269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/242802465857202269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay.html' title='YAY!!!!'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-5448463054028700861</id><published>2008-12-06T20:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:44:09.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>It can be done. I woke up this morning with 1 goal - FINISH CHRISTMAS SHOPPING. I am here to testify that if you put your mind to something, it CAN be done :) I still have a little putting together to do, but the shopping is over. It's a really good feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-5448463054028700861?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/5448463054028700861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=5448463054028700861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5448463054028700861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5448463054028700861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2008/12/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-5867156584761367373</id><published>2008-12-05T17:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:04:55.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourist</title><content type='html'>I totally spent yesterday as a tourist. Some of my family members came down to go to the temple with friends. They decided to bring down the kids to see the lights. So, I got to play tourist. We all met for lunch and then I took the girls to the zoo. Oddly enough, December is not as bad a time as one might suspect to visit the zoo. Of course, it helps that we STILL don't have any snow. I think their favorite part was the elephants and the monkeys. The elephants, just because of how "HUGE" they are, and the monkeys because they can pick their nose and eat it with out being told to stop ;) The penguins were actually really cool, too. &lt;br /&gt;After the zoo, I brought them back to my house, because believe it or not, they wanted to see where I lived.  Oh, I also made sure they saw East High - cuz, HSM ROCKS!  (I have seen the first one - once... neither of the second or third)&lt;br /&gt;We met the parents and went to the LDS church office building. I had never been up to the 26th floor observation deck, but it really is a pretty cool view. You can see the whole valley. There's a lot of stuff I haven't explored in the 4 1/2 years I've been here.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we hopped on trax - so now everyone can say they've ridden it (even if it was only 4 stops, round trip) and went to see where Channel 2 news is filmed.  The kids got to be on TV, what more can you ask for??&lt;br /&gt;We then went back down and walked around temple square. The lights are as beautiful as always. It amazing to think of the work that goes into making such a fabulous tradition for us, every year.  My favorite part is the nativity scene on the north west lawn. It's short, and simple, and I've seen in a hundred times but it is my favorite message of happiness. &lt;br /&gt;After the lights, we went over to the conference center. I have also been there a number of times, but I have never taken the tour. It was really cool to have little things pointed out as we looked at the artwork and were able to listen the Choir practice. Radio and CD are great, but nothing compares to listening to them live, even just practicing. &lt;br /&gt;It was a super fun day for me. I wish I could find more excuses for them to come visit :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-5867156584761367373?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/5867156584761367373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=5867156584761367373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5867156584761367373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/5867156584761367373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2008/12/tourist.html' title='Tourist'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6752653976722044011</id><published>2008-12-02T18:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:33:43.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Breath</title><content type='html'>After having about 15 people ask me if I was dying this morning, I decided to break down and go to the doctor. She sent me home with 2 inhalers, cough syrup and a monster antibiotic. And orders to go for a chest x-ray. The good news is the x-ray came back clear.  The other good news is the inhalers actually let me breathe! It's amazing... After 2 weeks, I had almost forgotten what it felt like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6752653976722044011?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6752653976722044011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6752653976722044011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6752653976722044011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6752653976722044011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2008/12/deep-breathes.html' title='Deep Breath'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-7634245611048954669</id><published>2008-11-30T20:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:55:01.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every time I drive back to Salt Lake I keep thinking maybe one time something will be different. So far, not so much. Regardless, I AM back in SLC for a while. &lt;br /&gt;I do hope everyone has had a fabulous week. I managed to go 5 whole days with only 3 pages and 1 phone call from work. YAY! Have I mentioned that I really enjoy that my phone doesn't work well in Dingle ;) I am not sure I am ready to go back tomorrow, but I do count myself blessed that I have a job to go back to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great week at home. I must admit I spent the whole week being miserable and sick, but is there anywhere better than home for recovering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for home, Yay for holidays and Yay for blessings sometimes disguised as trials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-7634245611048954669?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/7634245611048954669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=7634245611048954669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7634245611048954669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/7634245611048954669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2008/11/every-time-i-drive-back-to-salt-lake-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-157642933590893131</id><published>2008-11-24T20:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:39:52.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>um.... yeah</title><content type='html'>So, I am not sure if it is WHERE I am from or WHO I am from, but when I come home, I tend to find myself doing the most random things... (I still have not lived down telling my friends that I was churning butter.) Tonight, if you had called, I would have told you I was rummaging through old doors and then I ended up sitting in the shop pounding horse shoe nails OUT of rusty old horse shoes. Yeah.... I know you're jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my second and last day of work for the week - YAY for holidays!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-157642933590893131?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/157642933590893131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=157642933590893131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/157642933590893131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/157642933590893131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2008/11/um-yeah.html' title='um.... yeah'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-1916166354735305906</id><published>2008-11-21T09:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:25:06.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday!</title><content type='html'>It has been a really good week  - and yet for some reason, I am still REALLY ready for the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;Monday and Wednesday nights I got to hang out with Dav. To see pictures of dinner - check his blog ;) It's nights like these that I am glad I live close enough to be the crashpad for the airport :) &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night I had the super exciting project of cleaning my carpets.  I am pretty sure they are a lost cause. If you see a stellar deal on carpet, please keep me in mind. Of course, new windows should probably come before new carpets. I am working on distinguishing between WANTS and NEEDS. I want new carpet, but I need new windows.....&lt;br /&gt;Thursday a few of my friends came over for dinner. We missed in October, so I was super excited for November. I was happy to see all of them, but I will not lie. I was excited to have a baby to stare at for a little while. This was our first visit with little Amelia, so it was fun.  My favorite thing about babies is that I get to keep them when they are happy, and give them back when they are not. I hope that will change in the future, but right now - it works. But honestly, she is adorable. Thanks guys for bringing her to visit :)&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I get to go home. Tomorrow there is a benefit auction In Memory of Cory Weston. It is nice (if that is the right word?) that I can have the flexibility to be home for the important things and still be able to work. Having a job is a blessing every day, but having my job at times like these makes me even more appreciative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-1916166354735305906?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/1916166354735305906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=1916166354735305906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1916166354735305906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1916166354735305906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday!'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-1592343501955689608</id><published>2008-11-16T20:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:16:07.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged - again</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged... thanks Bri ;)&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 facts... it seems everything about is weird or at least slightly off center. I am not sure I should be proud of that, but oh well... it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I have worked for the same company for over 1/3 of my life. I am only 30 years old - I think that's an accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- I am engaged but have NO IDEA when I will be able to get married. It can't happen soon enough for either of us, but the government holds all the keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- I love my little home. It really is just little, but it is mine and it is home. I won't lie, I wish it was self cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- I like performance reality shows - but I HATE the relationship ones. So I can't get enough of American Idol and Dancing with the Stars... but I shut off the Bachelor as soon as it comes on. I can take or leave Amazing Race and Survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Dingle really is my favorite place in the world. I am so blessed that my job is flexible enough to allow me to spend time there. I love having my family everywhere - even when they are in the middle of it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- I own a fair share of movies, but I rarely watch them. I have movies that I have had for years that still have plastic wrap on them. I am not a collector. I buy movies I have enjoyed, but for some reason, I just don't get around to watching them again. It's not like thousands of shows or anything, just a small shelf, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- I crave consistency. I look for patterns. I like things that can be counted on. When these things disappear, it seems to throw my whole life off kilter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.1 - I am lazy. If you are reading this - consider yourself TAGGED! I am not a real "rule follower."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-1592343501955689608?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/1592343501955689608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=1592343501955689608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1592343501955689608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/1592343501955689608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-again.html' title='tagged - again'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-3548765067074288509</id><published>2008-11-15T15:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:33:51.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Saturday</title><content type='html'>Saturdays are awesome... First I sleep in. Which is the way I think all days should start, but since they don't it makes Saturdays nice. When I finally DO get out of bed, I either clean my house, which is just little so it doesn't take long. Then I go down to see my grandparents. After the initial - It's been YEARS since you've been here (apparently years equate to weeks, since I go down at least once a month- and I am out of town at least 2 of the other Saturdays), we have a lovely visit or watch a movie while I get caught up on the other family members. Aftet that I run errands. Wal-mart on Saturday is ALWAYS an adventure. Of course, part of the adventure is trying to get out for less than a hundred bucks. And the fact that we are getting close to Christmas - yeah... you can't prove a slower economy there. I run the same errands it seems every time, because I have the route memorized. &lt;br /&gt;Then I get home and "hang out" with John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a simple girl... It really is a fabulous day :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-3548765067074288509?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/3548765067074288509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=3548765067074288509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3548765067074288509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/3548765067074288509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-saturday.html' title='Happy Saturday'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-8486846844204408914</id><published>2008-11-11T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:15:25.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yt?</title><content type='html'>I am convinced that Instant Messaging is going to be the downfall of verbal communication. We send our words into the great expanse of the internet, with only the hope that the person we are “talking” to is sitting near their computer. Sure there are “away” settings, but rarely do people use them accurately. We forget to put ourselves away when we leave. We set ourselves as invisible when we don’t want everyone to know where we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are busy picking and choosing where we want people to be able to see us – We are constantly looking for MORE places to choose from. It’s not just email IM anymore – now we also have myspace, facebook, lds linkup, etc all with their own IM services. I know more people’s AIM and MSN ids than I do phone numbers. (Ok, so part of that is because my cell phone holds phone numbers… but come to think of it, I can add email too….hmmm) We are basically looking to be available to our chosen “contacts,” at all times and in all things and in all places – while at the same time- only answering or talking when we are in the mood. If you don’t want to answer, you just don’t. There is no way for them to know if you got the message or not. We can blame the computer for our bad manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s no longer required for you to type complete words, let alone complete sentences or bother formally finishing a conversation. “Hello” and “good bye” have been replaced with “yt” and “k”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to express emotion is weird little faces that can look like anything from dots and lines to shamrocks or clown faces or cars or monsters or light bulbs, or if you get real fancy, pictures that move or play music, depending on the messaging system you are on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you are aware just how much my life involved IM. Whether I am at work or in my personal life – probably 80% of my communication is done via IM. That amount would increase dramatically if my mom were a faster typist ;) The rest of my communication can be summed up in 2 words – Conference Calls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I getting at you ask? Here it is - I am giving you the permission to hold me accountable. If you catch me being guilty of poor IM manners – tell me so. For that matter – I am giving you call to arms to stand up for good communication manners everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note - I miss TALKING to people.  So, when I do corner you on the phone or at church or across the table – just understand I rarely get the chance to communicate 1:1 or face to face – so I am just trying to make the very most of each and every opportunity :) I probably do know I am talking too much, but it doesn’t mean I am going to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-8486846844204408914?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/8486846844204408914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=8486846844204408914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/8486846844204408914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/8486846844204408914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2008/11/yt.html' title='yt?'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6903607447614151632</id><published>2008-11-08T20:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:16:49.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble Gobble</title><content type='html'>I love Thanksgiving - which is part of why tonight is one of my favorite nights. Every year my ward puts on a dinner for the older singles (widows/widowers) in our stake. It's a fun activity and everyone enjoys the meal, the talent show and the company in general. It's like the perfect kick off to a month of turkey, cranberries and yams... that's right, I officially like yams. I think I must be getting older. I have always been told I make really good yams, but until this past year, I've never actually eaten them. Hey, how can you go wrong with a vegetable that you smother in brown sugar and marshmallows??? I mean really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6903607447614151632?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6903607447614151632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6903607447614151632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6903607447614151632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6903607447614151632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2008/11/gobble-gobble.html' title='Gobble Gobble'/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14931043.post-6024576795617575977</id><published>2008-11-04T21:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:43:22.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am choosing to ignore all of the things going on in the country tonight and post a very selfishly happy post.... I am officially wearing an engagement ring&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D &lt;br /&gt;There are not enough smiley faces to express how giddy I have been. &lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out how to take a good picture of it, but here are a couple of attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SREjqTKdfAI/AAAAAAAAAnY/2-6fVnkXh5U/s1600-h/213532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SREjqTKdfAI/AAAAAAAAAnY/2-6fVnkXh5U/s320/213532.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265028648978447362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SREjqMvTc4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/MKCzyzMZ6NA/s1600-h/213439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SREjqMvTc4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/MKCzyzMZ6NA/s320/213439.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265028647253930882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer your next question - no, there is no word yet on when the big day will be or when the visa process will take it's next step - we're still just waiting. But at least now I am waiting with a little more shimmer :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D The next step can not come soon enough for John or I :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14931043-6024576795617575977?l=holycolee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/feeds/6024576795617575977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14931043&amp;postID=6024576795617575977&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6024576795617575977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14931043/posts/default/6024576795617575977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycolee.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-choosing-to-ignore-all-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Colee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596198626080201445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/R-L8QWtHu6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEA8Y-GorSM/S220/DSCF0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpAnNwF7sG8/SREjqTKdfAI/AAAAAAAAAnY/2-6fVnkXh5U/s72-c/213532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
