tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56053750141040320082023-11-16T06:23:41.902-07:00Miller TimeZach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-6433493149652724642012-09-27T10:24:00.000-06:002012-09-27T10:24:02.499-06:004 Weeks Left!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
So it's pretty crazy but I only have 4 weeks left until my due date! I know that everyone keeps telling me that it's not uncommon to go past your due date with your first baby but I do not want to think about that. I have October 24th engraved in my brain so if I go past that date, I'm pretty sure I'll go crazy. Overall, it's felt like this pregnancy has gone by pretty fast but now that I'm getting closer and closer, it's starting to go a little slower. But I am kind of getting to the freak out stage of pregnancy. I don't know if we have everything we need and it's just weird to think that a baby, that I'm 100% responsible for, is going to be here soon! I will never not be a mom again. It's so weird to think about. </div>
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I had a baby shower last Saturday that my visiting teachers put on for me. It was women from the ward and neighborhood so it was so fun and there were so many people that were so generous! It was such a busy Saturday for our ward and there were so many women that couldn't make it but they made the effort and dropped off a gift before the shower even started. It was so nice of everyone and I had a great time. Unfortunately I didn't get any pictures but I got some great stuff. Cute clothes, a quilt, our baby monitors, books, etc. It was so fun. I have my family shower this Saturday and I can't wait! It's going to be my family and Zach's side of the family so it's going to be a party! Even my sister Angie is flying in from Colorado with her little girl to come to it. I can't wait. </div>
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Besides all the shower fun, I've been having a little bit of a rough time. Last week I hurt my back, somehow. I had a bad back even before I got pregnant so I think with the weight gain, the baby pulling all my weight to the front, and all my joints loosening it's taking a toll on my back. So I did something to it, I don't know what, but every time I try and put weight on my left leg my back kind of pops and gives out on me. I went to the doctor on Monday and he prescribed a muscle relaxer to try and get it to calm down and he said if those don't help, then it could be something else that we can't really take care of until the baby gets here because I'm so far along. AKA Deal with it until you deliver. So I've taken a couple days off from work to try and get it to calm down and I've taken the pills but they don't even touch it so I stopped. It makes me think that it's not muscular, it's a joint or a nerve problem. I've come to the conclusion that it's probably something I have to deal with until I get her here. Now I'm in the dilemma of what to do about work. I don't want to take the next 4 weeks off because my back hurts, but I don't know how productive I'll be at work if I can't demonstrate the exercises or walk very well. I've been walking around with a cane and I talked to my boss yesterday about what he thinks I should do and seeing if there's any clerical work I could do that wouldn't involve my back much. We're trying to come up a decision that works for everyone so I just pray that I'll be able to get back to work somehow... Until then, hopefully my back will get better, or I'll be able to tolerate it. Better yet, let's just have her come 2 weeks early and then I won't have to worry about it anymore! I know, probably unlikely but a girl can dream. </div>
<br />Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-54727322266303127942012-07-05T20:22:00.000-06:002012-07-05T20:27:53.286-06:00Pregnancy-24 WeeksSo this is going to be a boring post with no pictures but I just want to write down my thoughts. I'll have to post pictures on some other post in the future. Sorry. I am now 24 weeks pregnant which is crazy to me. I have about 3 1/2 months left and I just feel like it's coming up so fast! I'm nervous that we're not going to be ready for this little one when she's ready to come! But we're working on it. Here are some of my thoughts about pregnancy so far.<br />
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-We have 2 names in mind- Kelikei (my name in Hawaiian) or Kalia (beauty in Hawaiian). Right now, I think I'm leaning more towards Kalia. I like them both so we'll see. <br />
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- I LOVE feeling her move inside me. It makes her feel more real especially when I start to figure out the tricks that get her to move. She moves like crazy when I eat fruits and the other day she moved every time Reina, Nicole's dog, barked. It's cool that her ears are developed enough to hear things now.<br />
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- I worry that she's already developing an attitude. Any time I hunch over and sit with my hands on my knees, she moves around and kicks me like she's getting mad at me for invading her space. As soon as I spread back out, she stops. It's pretty funny<br />
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- I haven't had any weird cravings yet but I can't eat chicken breast. It just grosses me out. If it's cut up, shredded, or cooked in to something then I'm okay. If someone just puts a straight up chicken breast in front of me, I can't handle eating it. I don't know if it's the texture or what but ugh...<br />
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- I'm still not great at eating my veggies because they don't sound appealing to me either but fruits always sound good.<br />
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- My belly is getting bigger and bigger every week. The maternity clothes that used to be really loose are now being stretched slowly.<br />
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- My muscles under my stomach hurt SO bad when I've been on my feet all day and It's not as easy to get out of bed in the morning. I feel like an old lady when I put my shoes and socks on because I can't just reach down and throw them on anymore. I have to get creative with it.<br />
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- My older sister, Angie, was right. Every other pregnant woman is cuter than me. And trust me, there are A LOT. Zach still is so sweet by telling me how beautiful or hot I look every day, but it's getting harder and harder to believe it. I'm not trying to throw myself a pity party but I don't really appreciate what's happening to my butt, hips, and thighs right now. I just have to keep telling myself to keep myself and the baby healthy and then I can worry and work on other stuff once she's here. It's not easy but I'm trying.<br />
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-These pregnancy dreams are killing me! Some of the classics: 1) I wasn't prepared for soccer tryouts for the high school and was just BS-ing my way through it and didn't know any of the girls then the parents showed up for a meeting and I wasn't ready for that either. I felt like an idiot. 2)I hadn't seen my baby for the first year of her life and my mom was raising her so when I finally met her, she didn't know me and cried the whole time I was there. 3) We were blessing her, her dress was green, she was like 1 1/2 years old, and right before we blessed her I realized that it wasn't my baby. I started crying and asking everyone where my baby was and my whole family was telling me to stop freaking out and just bless that baby like it's my own. <br />
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-I'm already getting sick of a lot of the comments I've been getting and I'm not even that big yet! Some people have been really great, nice, considerate, exciting, etc. but it always seems like the women have some of the rudest comments. I don't know if they are trying to force their "wisdom" on me but seriously... And yes, I may be sensitive sometimes but you'd think that they would understand! Some of the ones I've received that have really gotten to me:<br />
"Oop you don't have a waist anymore!"<br />
"Wow looks like you need a bigger shirt!"<br />
"How are you feeling? Are you still exhausted?" me- "A little ya, but I'm doing better." Her, "Well you're gonna be tired for the next 18 years so you better get used to that feeling!" (Seriously?! Why do you have to point that out instead of getting me excited?)<br />
"You know things are never gonna be the same with yours and Zach's relationship after this." (Ok, did you ever think that we're okay with the way our relationship is going to change?) <br />
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I have received some really great comments, don't get me wrong. But the saying is true. You need like 5 good comments to drown out 1 bad one. Maybe it's my negative thinking or something, who knows. <br />
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Sorry for the rambling session. I just wanted to document my thoughts. For the most part, being pregnant is fun. It's fun to see me grow because that means my baby is growing and the doctor says that her and I are doing great. She has a strong heartbeat and we found out in the ultrasound that everything looks perfect. I can't wait to see and meet this little girl. I am dying to see what she looks like and to see her personality. It's going to be so crazy but so fun!Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-41898739222356514152012-05-23T22:15:00.000-06:002012-05-23T22:15:14.827-06:00Our Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So I've spent all this time playing catch up so I think now it's time to write about our soon-to-be addition to our family. Everyone knows this by now but I am pregnant! We are so excited and can't wait for this little bugger to get here already. I know we still have awhile so we'll definitely have to learn some patience. But here's the story. Zach has wanted a baby for FOREVER! If it were up to him, I would've been pregnant a month after we got married. Luckily, I talked him in to us waiting at least a year so I got closer to finishing school and all that jazz. So he let me wait a year, almost exactly. In November, I was off the pill. We were thinking, okay it's not that difficult, you stop taking the pill, you get pregnant. So we were a little disappointed each month when I started my period. I know we hadn't even been trying for that long and people will probably think I'm ridiculous for getting nervous so early but I couldn't help it. So in February, we didn't really get our hopes up because we hadn't been counting days or anything like that. I did the 14 days of Valentine's for Zach again this year but since Valentine's day is on a Tuesday, he had to go to work. We had dinner on the Saturday before but he wanted to spend at least the next day with me so he took it off. I thought that was really random because it was a Wednesday so it wasn't like we were going to go do anything fun anyway but it must have been meant to be. I hadn't started my period yet and I was supposed to start on Sunday. Again, people will probably think that I'm crazy but I was NEVER late. It was always right on, give or take a day. So I was driving myself crazy. I sneaked in to the bathroom and took a test, without Zach realizing it. I didn't want to just sit in there staring at the test so I went to the kitchen and made a sandwich. I almost forgot about it but then I went back and couldn't believe it when I saw that little + sign. I probably stared at it for a minute.<br />
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So I walked out with it and I must have had this goofy smile or something on my face because Zach looked at me and was like, "What?" So I just held up the test and he's like, "negative?" and I just shook my head. I seriously didn't know what to say. He didn't believe me at first and just kept saying nuh-uh. He came and looked at it and it was kind of a faded + sign so he made me take another one. This time, it was a lot darker so we knew for sure that it was positive. We sat there in shock for a minute and then just hugged each other and cried a little.<br />
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So since that day, we have told all of our family, obviously. I have made it through the first trimester, I'm now 18 weeks along and we had our first ultrasound today that told us it's a GIRL! Zach really wanted a boy so I asked him if he was disappointed and he said of course not. He really wanted a boy but now that he knows it's a girl, he really wants a girl. Plus, this little girl will have him wrapped around her finger in no time. So today was really exciting. Not only did we find out it's a girl, but we got to see our baby for the first time. It was so cool to see the heart, the spine, brain, head, etc. and just see that everything is okay. I feel like I'm bigger than I'm supposed to be but the doctor hasn't said anything and the ultrasound tech said that she didn't think so, so maybe I'm just carrying it differently.<br />
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Now that we know it's a girl, it just makes it feel more real to me. Zach has already gone and bought onesies and I'm going to get fabric for her blanket tomorrow. We are just so excited to have this little addition to our family. It's a little intimidating to think that I'm going to be a mom soon but hopefully I figure it out as I go. I just have to have faith that Heavenly Father knows what he's doing because this is His special spirit and he knows me better than I know myself. So if He trusts me, with all of my flaws and faults, to raise this precious spirit, then I better have trust in Him to help me and have faith in myself. I love this little girl already and she's not even here yet. I know it's going to be a learning experience with some hard times and some great times and I'm obviously going to make a lot of mistakes along the way, but I am so grateful for this opportunity to become a mom and this great blessing that is going to come in to our lives in October. <br />
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Yes I know that Spring Break was FOREVER ago but let's face it, I am awful at this blogging thing. So I'm choosing to talk about it now. Spring Break for the Miller's was really fun. I don't even know what brought it up but we were talking about how we should go somewhere. We didn't have money to burn or anything like that but we at least wanted to get out of South Jordan. I was talking to my sister Angie one day and she said, "hey you guys should drive out here and spend a weekend with us!" I brought it up with Zach and he got really excited about it and said it would be a lot of fun. The plan was set in motion and we drove out to Colorado for our Spring Break.<br />
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Zach hates spiders. He couldn't even look at it! Pansy...</div>
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Such a cute little family</div>
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She was obsessed with this turtle. She kept coming back, pointing to it, and then talking to it</div>
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Jackson took this picture, that's why it's so close. But I think it's cute!</div>
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Midnight after the Game on Diet was over. We splurged! </div>
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At the St. Patrick's Day parade</div>
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This little girl was worn out!</div>
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<br />Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-32795416804219425732012-05-16T21:38:00.003-06:002012-05-16T21:38:49.499-06:0015 years- One Great FriendSo I know I haven't blogged in awhile and boy do I have A LOT to blog about, but I just had to write about this before it gets to be too far away. I want to remember my feelings about it, even though they'll be hard to forget. Yesterday, May 15, 2012, I lost one of my best friends. Jasmine has been our dog since she was a puppy, 15 years, and she has been there for us through everything. She was such a mild tempered dog that was always so loving and friendly to everyone. She always knew when one of us was upset or down about something and would be there to comfort us and make us feel better. Even when I was sick and laying on the couch, or crying for some reason, she would come over sit down, and just rest her head on my lap until I fell asleep or calmed down.<br />
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There was one time I remember in detail. Jasmine had never gone upstairs in our old house because it was always off limits to her. It was where all the bedrooms were and she just slept downstairs. When I was going in to my junior year of high school I had an extensive knee surgery that put me out from soccer for a long time. They had done a lot of bone work and that night I was in a lot of pain. I was trying to crutch up the stairs to get to bed and my mom was walking right behind me to make sure that I didn't fall backwards. Right behind my mom, there was Jasmine. She followed us all the way up the stairs, in to my room, and stood at the foot of the bed while my mom got me situated. She propped my knee up on some pillows and made sure that I was comfortable. Of course I was crying because I was in so much pain, but right when I laid down, Jasmine hopped up on my bed and laid down right next to me. She had never done that before! She never jumped up on the furniture or had even come up the stairs for that matter. She stayed there all night. In the morning, she jumped down and followed me all the way back downstairs. She did this night after night during my recovery. I was going through this very difficult time in my life and she was right there for me.<br />
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She was always so excited when I would come home from BYU-Hawaii. She would weave in and out of my legs, and push her head in to my hand just begging for attention. As she got older and sicker she would still get up and greet me at the door even if she didn't have much energy. She would wag her tail and beg for attention and follow us around everywhere. She never licked us and she rarely barked. We would just put our heads together and that's how she showed us that she loved us. Some people may think I'm lame for blogging and being so upset about a dog and if so, I feel bad that they didn't have a relationship with a pet like I did. Jasmine was a member of our family. She was with us for 15 years; I grew up with her. She was a perfect example of how to love people unconditionally, even when we were pushing her away because we were complaining about how bad her breath smelled.<br />
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Some things I'm going to miss:<br />
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<li>Hearing her nails on the floor </li>
<li>Almost tripping over her because she would stand so close</li>
<li>Hearing her little noises when she's dreaming</li>
<li>Listening to her collar jingle as she picks her head up to see who it is</li>
<li>Just hearing her breathing when she's asleep on the floor</li>
<li>Having her follow me around everywhere </li>
<li>Her comforting me through all my hard times</li>
<li>And many more</li>
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I loved this dog and I always will. I know she's happy now that she's not sick and I'm sure my Grandma Waite is taking care of her and feeding her like crazy! I can't wait to see her again. I love you Jasmine.<br />
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<br />Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-1994913999566151532012-01-03T23:04:00.003-07:002012-01-03T23:44:55.880-07:00Christmas TimeOk so I finally had the time and patience to blog about Christmas decorating, Christmas partying, and Christmas. My internet would take forever to upload pictures and I didn't want another post with all words so I had to be patient. I have to go back awhile to remember everything so sorry about that.<br /><br />On December 2nd, I had the whole day off so I took the opportunity to get our Christmas decorations put up before Zach's work Christmas party later that night. We've slowly accumulated some Christmas decorations so we don't have a lot yet or a lot of places to put them, but I still think it's really cute.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvEcUXjo4s_prF4zpwUXO8xROgERZugW7JjATMOkubhHxz3YCZmEvZQWRuKGrpGxMCg4Tv089jYM7qTqCST78iI9MlLv_OGRnYv55rW2yMF1n-H8cdHMIyCFZdlZ8GpsChuHG7Gn7etxs/s1600/IMG_0481.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvEcUXjo4s_prF4zpwUXO8xROgERZugW7JjATMOkubhHxz3YCZmEvZQWRuKGrpGxMCg4Tv089jYM7qTqCST78iI9MlLv_OGRnYv55rW2yMF1n-H8cdHMIyCFZdlZ8GpsChuHG7Gn7etxs/s320/IMG_0481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693654923509988514" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Let's face it, I didn't really know what I was doing here but I had some small ornaments and I thought they looked cute hanging from the ceiling. I'm obviously still learning.<br /><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgyy0zBPqylegmqWCRhwtwchwoDzMStiPlTVGiZ4vB3SvO58aPS8UCOGA-UknvC52eTW94e0fQOp52ZyrAKRrfLE96CC2LDupiOMNVyOu9MMDVUXlI6uU7Ou2XeKnOyBzEdBy3uFlLhUE/s1600/IMG_0480.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgyy0zBPqylegmqWCRhwtwchwoDzMStiPlTVGiZ4vB3SvO58aPS8UCOGA-UknvC52eTW94e0fQOp52ZyrAKRrfLE96CC2LDupiOMNVyOu9MMDVUXlI6uU7Ou2XeKnOyBzEdBy3uFlLhUE/s320/IMG_0480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693654933311395074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Our stockings :)<br /><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpzEIUw5IQfBFM1sfyHmXfMeIMW1_Yvf2pcdI3bTC85sJ0eKiTdn1n4beSTbR4L2RjMuxWfbWgwYUW3m8q0dvdNbXMQN0zG09V1P5w7dY82N8qeIKLfONwHZ34jikxURUlmNaLVHF7bV0/s1600/IMG_0478.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpzEIUw5IQfBFM1sfyHmXfMeIMW1_Yvf2pcdI3bTC85sJ0eKiTdn1n4beSTbR4L2RjMuxWfbWgwYUW3m8q0dvdNbXMQN0zG09V1P5w7dY82N8qeIKLfONwHZ34jikxURUlmNaLVHF7bV0/s320/IMG_0478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693654611802109234" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">My table centerpiece</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25iuSCIfuScRY4vcsrWRiuY3bbFA3N1w_rlHzJ4v8QwmzUt2teC60anzD7ZAFADT5TUZZVEZXlgnBRE94-D4zh6HOCxWsmq8vSmS6B3bnfUi1RsZgDvCltSTC6YA62DENhMX6C-88ua8/s1600/IMG_0477.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25iuSCIfuScRY4vcsrWRiuY3bbFA3N1w_rlHzJ4v8QwmzUt2teC60anzD7ZAFADT5TUZZVEZXlgnBRE94-D4zh6HOCxWsmq8vSmS6B3bnfUi1RsZgDvCltSTC6YA62DENhMX6C-88ua8/s320/IMG_0477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693654611680828114" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Our tree! I couldn't get a very good picture but here it is<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKY4IsFXJpaI8aeRFVbgvFts4AtPWivUGqMuJxLsHZeQ-5h2Tw81izAHjvQ-7RonvJaczvMvPT6iFjkSgosRkVuI7UQNzLa1l86duELfCaJMb4ugcm_R3maU4uA1f7rZfyNKP2IlhvK-4/s1600/IMG_0496.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKY4IsFXJpaI8aeRFVbgvFts4AtPWivUGqMuJxLsHZeQ-5h2Tw81izAHjvQ-7RonvJaczvMvPT6iFjkSgosRkVuI7UQNzLa1l86duELfCaJMb4ugcm_R3maU4uA1f7rZfyNKP2IlhvK-4/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693654919365886290" border="0" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7LbV2lgEf9lCCJU3jPG9-S3i9RVKrktMlRuyDfKQRk0mK6PT5S9Hs3UTvHRf-FiLLIH2hF6wlSExKdcpSObzFaMaDkc8yRpaVo43jAyvM7CmVSSzbqpUeNryBYqXR-K5DMNf1E-hxBOo/s1600/IMG_0491.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7LbV2lgEf9lCCJU3jPG9-S3i9RVKrktMlRuyDfKQRk0mK6PT5S9Hs3UTvHRf-FiLLIH2hF6wlSExKdcpSObzFaMaDkc8yRpaVo43jAyvM7CmVSSzbqpUeNryBYqXR-K5DMNf1E-hxBOo/s320/IMG_0491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693654627561942882" border="0" /></a><br />Then that night Zach and I went to his Ebay Christmas party. It was at an event center downtown because there were a ton of people there and it was really fun. There was a lot of food, yummy drinks (non-alcoholic for us of course), and dancing. Zach and I don't get dressed up and go out very often so it was really fun to go downtown and just party for a night. I bought a new shirt for Zach and I, and my awesome sister-in-law Kaley did my hair for me. I thought it turned out great and it was a lot of fun!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFNWULT7_WWzR-hu_FDL2BZOyxbYH-Nls2I7cWNvWYYUHCmnhFeFD2bDE2Z6FcXm_4Z952qWjKCoNGQyo3EZK4TpHSIe1O4anJqa-vawsWp1-RSHpCV2G0LUNxFNyP9gA9XoOOyyktpMc/s1600/Flash+Practice+003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFNWULT7_WWzR-hu_FDL2BZOyxbYH-Nls2I7cWNvWYYUHCmnhFeFD2bDE2Z6FcXm_4Z952qWjKCoNGQyo3EZK4TpHSIe1O4anJqa-vawsWp1-RSHpCV2G0LUNxFNyP9gA9XoOOyyktpMc/s320/Flash+Practice+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693654593875315682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSERnaWDT252p21jAmiv4o0U5hpgMiJ3d8BkAhpYl8i5wchmGII5ZiD5JmtPeka4EgVZ7VONwFHlY4B3zASpVS77SAvDCPF85kEZ4jVES2GeeTw6YMim7Scme8-xH32nTy6fQD1zmmpuM/s1600/Flash+Practice+001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSERnaWDT252p21jAmiv4o0U5hpgMiJ3d8BkAhpYl8i5wchmGII5ZiD5JmtPeka4EgVZ7VONwFHlY4B3zASpVS77SAvDCPF85kEZ4jVES2GeeTw6YMim7Scme8-xH32nTy6fQD1zmmpuM/s320/Flash+Practice+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693654588776510386" border="0" /></a><br />We all know that I'm really bad at taking pictures (that's why one of my resolutions is to take at least 1 picture a week this year) so I didn't get any pictures of Christmas this year. But Christmas was way good. We went down to Zach's parent's house on Christmas Eve after we both got off work and had a great dinner with their good friends the Kajiyama's. The Sunday before Christmas everyone was saying how bored they were so his dad whipped out a 700 piece puzzle for us all to work on. We got a lot done that night but everyone was getting sick of it, except me! I was so determined to get that thing done and when we got there on Christmas Eve it was exactly how we left it. So we spent some time relaxing with the family and I would work on the puzzle every once in awhile.<br /><br />We all went to bed so that we could wake up at 6:30 to open presents before church started at 9 and Zach had to leave for work. It was great and so fun to see all of them open their presents and to open the presents that Zach had gotten for me. His parents also got us both a complete 72 hour kit set from Emergency Essentials which was awesome! (Another resolution of mine is to get a good food storage started). Christmas day was just a lazy day of lounging in pajamas, eating leftovers, me hanging out with his siblings, and then I took a nap. I woke up from my nap to Zach coming in because he got off work early. It was so slow that they sent almost everyone home so it was awesome that I got to spend most of Christmas with him. That night we had dinner and then got to call Zach's brother, Josh, who is on a mission in the Philippines. It was so good to talk to him but it definitely made me miss him more. Even though I don't have any pictures, Christmas was so fun and I finished the puzzle with Zach's mom! Jacob and Zach and Adam would help every once in awhile but we were the ones who put the most time in. I had never finished a puzzle before so I was so happy that I took a picture of it! (see below)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6hTQTraK5OvAkN3ZaIZDqb64GjQUYkNirKU0yXRsWP3QN_QmGiRN6-mTIL0m1y8A5W83HDDQ0D4ZbUmfw4Lf4EJo0Tvhsub08PFmLY-yytSLFfWSa3RoI-m2rm9CgbKy7CuJPpJIWlPs/s1600/IMG_0499.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6hTQTraK5OvAkN3ZaIZDqb64GjQUYkNirKU0yXRsWP3QN_QmGiRN6-mTIL0m1y8A5W83HDDQ0D4ZbUmfw4Lf4EJo0Tvhsub08PFmLY-yytSLFfWSa3RoI-m2rm9CgbKy7CuJPpJIWlPs/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693659213432841314" border="0" /></a>Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-82319049901362615872011-12-14T12:42:00.002-07:002011-12-14T12:58:55.338-07:0012 DaysSo my family started this tradition last year when we got the idea from my sister Nicole. She had done it the year before to a family in Smithfield and was telling all of us how awesome it was and how it was such an incredible experience for her. After looking at all of her pictures and listening to her stories, we all decided that we wanted to participate in this too. Last year we were all together for Christmas at my parent's house so we found a family in West Jordan. She was a single mom with 2 daughters and were having a lot of problems with her ex-husband and money. They weren't going to have much of a Christmas. So we did the 12 days of Christmas for them. We gave them something every day to decorate their house, do activities as a family, we gave them a lot of food on one day and of course the last day was presents for everyone, all done anonymously. It was so amazing and really brought out the true meaning of Christmas.<br /><br />This year is our off year so our family won't be together, but we decided to still do the 12 days only this time, Angie found a family in Colorado that we are going to do. 2 kids that are living with their grandparents who just lost their jobs. We all pooled some money together, used our discounts at various locations to get presents, asked for donations from other places, or just flat out bought presents, clothes, hats, and gloves for them. Angie has been organizing the whole thing from Colorado and using our money to buy some things like food and clothes and keeping us updated the whole way. I'm not blogging about this to toot my family's horn and talk about how giving and awesome we are, haha, but just to remember this and express how amazing it is to see everyone working together to help out a family in need. All of my siblings are getting involved with discounts at stores and money, my parents get involved in this, 2 of my aunts helped us out and my cousin used her discount as well. Everyone realizes the true meaning of Christmas and is willing to help this family out to give them a great Christmas. It makes me love this time of year just to give and see their reaction because they are always so grateful. I'm so glad that my family does this and we get to spend Christmas focusing on someone else. I can't wait to see these 12 days happen!Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-9833190668087227002011-12-08T13:49:00.004-07:002011-12-08T14:17:35.965-07:00ThanksgivingSince my family is getting so big and all of the kids are married now, we take turns on holidays. One year Christmas will be our "on year" and the other year will be the in-laws turn. This year, it was my family's turn to have Thanksgiving all together. Unfortunately, I'm still crappy in the picture taking department so I only got pictures of Parker, Layla, and Zach. ha I don't know where the other kids were at this point in time but I wanted a picture of Parker on Zach's lap and then Layla was just too cute.<br /><br />Thanksgiving morning we had our work Turkey Bowl. We played against the Park City store. It was fun and all but I will probably never do it again. I don't like playing against those boys and it was just getting too uptight and competitive so we just left early. Plus, we had a family turkey bowl. That was much more fun! The opening play of the game pretty much summed up the whole game. Lauren went booking it down the field, was wide open screaming at Dustin to throw her the ball with a big grin on her face, the ball went soaring through the air and they were definitely going to score until the ball went right through her hands and smacked her right in the face, knocking her flat to the ground. Oh my gosh it was hilarious! It was so much fun playing with my family because no one was being competitive and it was just laid back and funny. After that we got all ready and had dinner,which was delicious! After dinner I tried to lay down and sleep because I had to work from midnight to 10 AM for Black Friday. I tried to lay down but I couldn't fall asleep! So I just stayed up with the rest of my family and played games until I had to leave. I was exhausted at work but I slept really good as soon as I got off.<br /><br />It was so much fun having my whole family in town. I'll admit, I was definitely being a Layla hog but she was just so cute that I couldn't get enough of her! I loved watching Makelle and Jackson running around playing together while Parker would join in every once in awhile and then run off and do his own thing. Those little kids are so cute and so much fun to be around. There were so many fun memories that I should have written down as soon as Thanksgiving was over (just like Kaley did) but I can't remember everything. Needless to say, it was awesome and I loved it!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Zach and Parker making the same faces</span><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgaRL7W_rJPCePYi4IE6q9s5XeUhcrwd7LwFfejGNKqKg0OtO_AvJWqXyM3un38pEQjEf4KpCyHRIMUhwmbKUHfH_bfhBD63bSuUFPm1H_6PDX43WIK-AadqgTTiQcAU2vq1RsZ_v49s/s1600/IMG_0470.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgaRL7W_rJPCePYi4IE6q9s5XeUhcrwd7LwFfejGNKqKg0OtO_AvJWqXyM3un38pEQjEf4KpCyHRIMUhwmbKUHfH_bfhBD63bSuUFPm1H_6PDX43WIK-AadqgTTiQcAU2vq1RsZ_v49s/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683866459231682194" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPBy_yEZaVkdu8JnQdon4UN0-bJIWBRLP6_vkJeKzDSLfn8XuC_s3jj3FSL1g6nEeIWzLTZlAWy54Q59QQbNllUAdn4OKQOZyTQjblLkizXFZWgfGZCAXGvrX4_vkLzuJyxZBRgcvgQnc/s1600/IMG_0469.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPBy_yEZaVkdu8JnQdon4UN0-bJIWBRLP6_vkJeKzDSLfn8XuC_s3jj3FSL1g6nEeIWzLTZlAWy54Q59QQbNllUAdn4OKQOZyTQjblLkizXFZWgfGZCAXGvrX4_vkLzuJyxZBRgcvgQnc/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683865139739033154" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Parker with his fruit snacks. He would always run to the pantry and get these himself. I'm surprised he didn't make himself sick!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJuzNyfU_TwfZ8P3YSu4v7qtUQlznOQKjvi7ihaNIQW7G0eYmt0zwsPQHw1Jo9J__T5wpH-H2d0OhSMrLPE-HPDayadP0pEKma7CH-TAygx9myaLihk7sjl4KJjIw8z3VxliVPSgD3n4/s1600/IMG_0474.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJuzNyfU_TwfZ8P3YSu4v7qtUQlznOQKjvi7ihaNIQW7G0eYmt0zwsPQHw1Jo9J__T5wpH-H2d0OhSMrLPE-HPDayadP0pEKma7CH-TAygx9myaLihk7sjl4KJjIw8z3VxliVPSgD3n4/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683864130673601330" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Layla and her blanket</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMmdRjVUetxgw3Sgy81lYVguGTNeWbQ1m1pNj13OVD_h_BCAK6g0pUFaPPMrKsW8RjadQeQ9LgKe21R6eCLWU3a9sc1y7fIt1qowY6-TDZy33LI74FxvhqY31bliFF4nu63wy8jAWmjM/s1600/IMG_0475.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMmdRjVUetxgw3Sgy81lYVguGTNeWbQ1m1pNj13OVD_h_BCAK6g0pUFaPPMrKsW8RjadQeQ9LgKe21R6eCLWU3a9sc1y7fIt1qowY6-TDZy33LI74FxvhqY31bliFF4nu63wy8jAWmjM/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683864120255043266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RdPWRphC-PgBu1t97bVzjrDwp_asRWzjaZ5jEe6vhuLRA2Lvv8z9Y-oR241ZPv1zNXUNqCle9BQGMXKPE6ZMOgwZZstA7Dk30rHCafxXUu9VrB_xRIYcz4tLSwY__ympvvcfz6FuQ8s/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RdPWRphC-PgBu1t97bVzjrDwp_asRWzjaZ5jEe6vhuLRA2Lvv8z9Y-oR241ZPv1zNXUNqCle9BQGMXKPE6ZMOgwZZstA7Dk30rHCafxXUu9VrB_xRIYcz4tLSwY__ympvvcfz6FuQ8s/s320/IMG_0476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683864116666708706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9eNQDRu2ALKRRrlfppAGJPujkxGXiDsefH192jKvGHVATTjJW-PquC03kQV3aR41v0Ojjo21p_im2qFoDrArho3r2yUS81U3vUeMDwHZDypPl5Ez49rgM-gG2-agkzZKlTYIty-2akI/s1600/IMG_0473.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9eNQDRu2ALKRRrlfppAGJPujkxGXiDsefH192jKvGHVATTjJW-PquC03kQV3aR41v0Ojjo21p_im2qFoDrArho3r2yUS81U3vUeMDwHZDypPl5Ez49rgM-gG2-agkzZKlTYIty-2akI/s320/IMG_0473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683864140464731202" border="0" /></a>Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-58204320305198072892011-11-21T21:05:00.003-07:002011-11-21T21:17:11.918-07:00My Sweet Husband<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>Warning: I'm going to be talking all lovey dovey in this post so just in case you read this, you have been warned.<br /><br />Lately my anxiety had been getting to me about everything. I wasn't sure what was causing it; school, work, homework, housework, money, etc. but I was just feeling very overwhelmed and stressed out. I was feeling like I didn't have enough time to do the things I wanted to do because I had all of these things that I HAD to do. After coming home from work on one Saturday I was extremely tired. As soon as I walked in the door this note was leaning up against the wall. Needless to say, I almost started crying right then and there. On top of that, I walked in to a VERY clean apartment. It was seriously the cleanest it had been in a long time. Zach had laundry going, the bed was made, the dishes were done, the clutter corners were gone, the bathroom was clean, he had even dusted off the dresser and nightstand! Zach knew what a relief it would be to come home to a clean house so since he didn't work that day, he took the liberty of cleaning for me. After that we've both done everything we can to maintain that very clean apartment and it's been so nice. I was so grateful for him taking all day to clean for me because he knew what kind of stress I had been feeling and he was doing everything he could to help. I love him so so much and I am so lucky to have a guy like him. I don't understand why he cares about me and loves me so much but I'm not complaining. I'm just one lucky girl.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGno6SH3-LBY8PnT2XfMMr1jSD3KOE8txHp2lNSW1q70wINc4899TTq9OX6c8kDw1m40B_g3Z817hgOMr3YMygZyaJ7xuiwYAcD0yTdvidU9ZyeY4IvJBiNAG1OYu-Q_OYEjyjR266D5A/s1600/Zach+Note.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGno6SH3-LBY8PnT2XfMMr1jSD3KOE8txHp2lNSW1q70wINc4899TTq9OX6c8kDw1m40B_g3Z817hgOMr3YMygZyaJ7xuiwYAcD0yTdvidU9ZyeY4IvJBiNAG1OYu-Q_OYEjyjR266D5A/s320/Zach+Note.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677667128977182210" border="0" /></a>Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-14820628601989320752011-11-21T19:59:00.011-07:002011-11-21T21:00:53.831-07:00Vegas BabySo for our 1 year anniversary we decided to celebrate it by going to Las Vegas. Zach had never been there before and it had been about 7 years since I'd been. Plus, I only went for soccer tournaments. We wanted to do something fun for our anniversary because who knows when we would get a chance to pick up and leave with just the two of us again. I do have to warn you though, we went kind of picture crazy so the majority of this post is going to be pictures.<br /><br />Right when we got there we went to the temple. It was fun to see another temple and go through together but it probably wasn't the best idea to go as soon as we got in town. We had left Utah early that morning and so we were both exhausted by the time we finally got there. As embarrassing as it is to admit this, Zach and I were both struggling to stay awake during the session.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></div><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJD0SRZORVxOYjP0NBzN5TKuov9haTghVOnItWo6YQq11V5dY3baxf_a3FOU2ubkOYWIXpxJ5-5c_xy0GihZN5ttV9YFhkh8QxnBw2L3pJLgdJMF6ldIaabBEyhasVr0_U9Dw5DLJQMiw/s1600/IMG_0370.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJD0SRZORVxOYjP0NBzN5TKuov9haTghVOnItWo6YQq11V5dY3baxf_a3FOU2ubkOYWIXpxJ5-5c_xy0GihZN5ttV9YFhkh8QxnBw2L3pJLgdJMF6ldIaabBEyhasVr0_U9Dw5DLJQMiw/s320/IMG_0370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677655392941164930" border="0" /></a>After the temple we decided that we would just walk around the city and see some of the sites. We went to Caesar's palace and saw the new Nike store (gotta represent) and saw the Mirage show and stuff. But again, we were REALLY tired so we were back in our room by like 8:45 and asleep by 9! What a boring old married couple we are already...<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ka9JpMOIwQ-pZ3GZuXaW5ZjZlbFaOsW06WbZRjL780s0JxNAvpsp8NdqVkrdxNphlbpJjlK9tHgIAsdsmCk47lbj4Dfhkd7gpcWCuvyhHqI8DuVZiLNtg4uzdU7EJi26Tm8VatGiU04/s1600/IMG_0379.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ka9JpMOIwQ-pZ3GZuXaW5ZjZlbFaOsW06WbZRjL780s0JxNAvpsp8NdqVkrdxNphlbpJjlK9tHgIAsdsmCk47lbj4Dfhkd7gpcWCuvyhHqI8DuVZiLNtg4uzdU7EJi26Tm8VatGiU04/s320/IMG_0379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677655382580137346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUcrtUEuenMcNByYqc-US1ZeZJdB1sjVnzHFMtq5HzJrufRpF6GxsL1NNc3j7BdAE44wXn4QxpZ6hmj0tuvQ07czvaL4goMVed2IrKQlFWTonfRxZ_F_BWrJePBKEGDYddPPwNa9plhas/s1600/IMG_0380.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUcrtUEuenMcNByYqc-US1ZeZJdB1sjVnzHFMtq5HzJrufRpF6GxsL1NNc3j7BdAE44wXn4QxpZ6hmj0tuvQ07czvaL4goMVed2IrKQlFWTonfRxZ_F_BWrJePBKEGDYddPPwNa9plhas/s320/IMG_0380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677655376918062562" border="0" /></a>The next night was a bit more exciting. It was the day of our anniversary and we had bought tickets to see Criss Angel at the Luxor. I knew the guy was a weirdo from watching his show Mindfreak so he was kinda weird in his show but it was still freaking awesome! Zach and I couldn't figure out how he did anything! Zach's solution, "He must have a deal with the Devil." lol<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO474eJUEVbDMUAnc1a9Zm8CMw6m0UulHORp4SZdKk0EEeLoWxMnGjn2wfGshRO7XD7c5Pc-74YDOT5CWCPmA_4JeWre_wx00YfafPp-FyZceEBXHuPyUtvGQatxgdI2Z_5AAvh6b2cwo/s1600/IMG_0382.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO474eJUEVbDMUAnc1a9Zm8CMw6m0UulHORp4SZdKk0EEeLoWxMnGjn2wfGshRO7XD7c5Pc-74YDOT5CWCPmA_4JeWre_wx00YfafPp-FyZceEBXHuPyUtvGQatxgdI2Z_5AAvh6b2cwo/s320/IMG_0382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677655360885681154" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-gPlPat8xQKxvZFhy5lrj9Nm5D68BNutVW39tui-FAr0geITfyt75ci_uO2ICxkJ4uJaVN-jzSp91H07kMH3kR7K3A5kGnF4xSQgz1rXAzwUVyt6JBl3EoeLsLqh0erCznAQBGBHa_vQ/s1600/IMG_0393.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-gPlPat8xQKxvZFhy5lrj9Nm5D68BNutVW39tui-FAr0geITfyt75ci_uO2ICxkJ4uJaVN-jzSp91H07kMH3kR7K3A5kGnF4xSQgz1rXAzwUVyt6JBl3EoeLsLqh0erCznAQBGBHa_vQ/s320/IMG_0393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677654431507297138" border="0" /></a>The next day was Sunday and our last full day there so we definitely used every minute we could. We walked around on the other side of the strip, went to the M&M factory, went and rode New York New York (neither one of us had done that before), went to the Wax Museum and the Venetian, went out to eat, and went and saw Phantom of the Opera. Phantom of the Opera is Zach's favorite movie/musical so it was so fun to go see it. I had never seen it before and it was AMAZING! The stage is only for Phantom and it was just incredible. If anyone gets a chance to go see it, GO!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9SrK55DYrV6IrQFjf49MmiH2Hs5OMiIZWMIoDIZzpMfKTt69Q-4t3hP41NaQPBGxKJfqIP6O3sLcQIHFMJvDaewgnQD63dYxssF7jlJp7NDkhewOr2RTc43EaQqtLYtUoz9-psbr8faM/s1600/IMG_0384.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9SrK55DYrV6IrQFjf49MmiH2Hs5OMiIZWMIoDIZzpMfKTt69Q-4t3hP41NaQPBGxKJfqIP6O3sLcQIHFMJvDaewgnQD63dYxssF7jlJp7NDkhewOr2RTc43EaQqtLYtUoz9-psbr8faM/s320/IMG_0384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677655357605588194" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia08MDCfmko-qlwtWMSC3QXXZT7PRRktXK0Z3U1hyphenhyphen7Shav7Ee5lcT1KlU6FcEGLUEcCpvaVsCZPkRfSDDuF4bKRb4uYn3Nbi6GamLU2l-HPOl87CQAdHG5Gch7IgKVZRxxvbPP4LQW_74/s1600/IMG_0385.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia08MDCfmko-qlwtWMSC3QXXZT7PRRktXK0Z3U1hyphenhyphen7Shav7Ee5lcT1KlU6FcEGLUEcCpvaVsCZPkRfSDDuF4bKRb4uYn3Nbi6GamLU2l-HPOl87CQAdHG5Gch7IgKVZRxxvbPP4LQW_74/s320/IMG_0385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677654455361394882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiEeTUcGuUukNKox_PSJaYUVxghQyFSJGRvVeD4Jb_9MdL87Er4NeRXk6gY_6114Jb4TIGc1TzmDNPxn-KqtdYO-rIy1nkPrBQLi8eBOkm1H4qCZCujVKHhyphenhyphenaPSwiAFMEOkX67os3BVPY/s1600/IMG_0387.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiEeTUcGuUukNKox_PSJaYUVxghQyFSJGRvVeD4Jb_9MdL87Er4NeRXk6gY_6114Jb4TIGc1TzmDNPxn-KqtdYO-rIy1nkPrBQLi8eBOkm1H4qCZCujVKHhyphenhyphenaPSwiAFMEOkX67os3BVPY/s320/IMG_0387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677654437714320338" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Zach and Jamie Foxx</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9EuykWvp30rwyTBsZaEqBp2_Bluv4OO9I7wwT1-mYMPEZ31EnNP9Pv4SMoq7_TLRzBYEFXHI1AgNUujVSDhBXMEYm3UwCeUDOeEZOM-tIEpwZy3ul8oV66zNU-PP9RH8Wnpvwi_EQQro/s1600/IMG_0399.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9EuykWvp30rwyTBsZaEqBp2_Bluv4OO9I7wwT1-mYMPEZ31EnNP9Pv4SMoq7_TLRzBYEFXHI1AgNUujVSDhBXMEYm3UwCeUDOeEZOM-tIEpwZy3ul8oV66zNU-PP9RH8Wnpvwi_EQQro/s320/IMG_0399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677661984955658306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Will Smith</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dMb9vHYmtAw1hp2Mb-VpAGp7LMaAP0YqNqSl_1PQt_eeN6HKOSCdMfJ_-Y6JT1p2I2utRpoQGmtLnt52CdphEGcHIXbksfys1x_HkziXuvUUtoUgkrX8YojHZH1olwMM_t7By5apvMo/s1600/IMG_0400.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dMb9vHYmtAw1hp2Mb-VpAGp7LMaAP0YqNqSl_1PQt_eeN6HKOSCdMfJ_-Y6JT1p2I2utRpoQGmtLnt52CdphEGcHIXbksfys1x_HkziXuvUUtoUgkrX8YojHZH1olwMM_t7By5apvMo/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677654417130229202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Bradley Cooper (most recent sexiest man alive)</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNDpNXOGZB6TXviD2FMxqzmh1-tyqeF5djl_Lqe3e6C5R5QTN5l5Vuz92QJCfvSe-SToYlqeNJ6j3SYAw6ztDV8W98dwQ6JXY6XukWvN3lbj1uP-mHzsw28Ajy4KzlYG3ptN-_MHm-Cg/s1600/IMG_0404.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZfWrhyphenhyphenwLz-rrNYqAumJhafZjSPDT5vcPeUdPb2lFd8gDAx0khsvW-TMzkVceQBbIcfl6lmypdw7p19c0jXvAM8WltFkOGisJ96ahbRAPCm-1jF6V3OXxFEcWFls6Z8f9f9rnfqwUGug/s320/IMG_0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677651418535923970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">This reminded us of Hawaii</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33g1_C1X6vI9Mu31XQpFDKX8bryjz1JgC6QclH2s538H0KCiPJHBG9FM3Qu3EgkrdHNaB-OMOgM5N_Dq24gGGA0_cIcktCGysYHymVQz6AWc6_2q8ofAY5c__HEJlRY_B7Ryjuxgg8iA/s1600/IMG_0443.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33g1_C1X6vI9Mu31XQpFDKX8bryjz1JgC6QclH2s538H0KCiPJHBG9FM3Qu3EgkrdHNaB-OMOgM5N_Dq24gGGA0_cIcktCGysYHymVQz6AWc6_2q8ofAY5c__HEJlRY_B7Ryjuxgg8iA/s320/IMG_0443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677650432960518546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidAohwwY316HziCjySDHwbJHlkePxLZN8-1N5Fw1gx8Bxij8zKOroZ-VBxvdxb8ZOsI59Poto5uz4RPvDfIo-TQO9EXSizh7l7Jt_c2CyZYBUI8VAQXH5XpLX2JU_pbSUk24WQM5QvogQ/s1600/IMG_0444.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidAohwwY316HziCjySDHwbJHlkePxLZN8-1N5Fw1gx8Bxij8zKOroZ-VBxvdxb8ZOsI59Poto5uz4RPvDfIo-TQO9EXSizh7l7Jt_c2CyZYBUI8VAQXH5XpLX2JU_pbSUk24WQM5QvogQ/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677650426533421394" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Inside the Venetian</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhYZAZJjNj4jTY04Nftpz5DTHQfSwwG0xFe3n2_UHMgPFRjAHdDzozO0DF4zkB7mTRDrLsItQMSOQBWeIIEKGAk5718-J2XqqtXUBEEHdwnY8HNw4q41Y2jQMhjPukGUTjYBQpPfkXps/s1600/IMG_0440.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhYZAZJjNj4jTY04Nftpz5DTHQfSwwG0xFe3n2_UHMgPFRjAHdDzozO0DF4zkB7mTRDrLsItQMSOQBWeIIEKGAk5718-J2XqqtXUBEEHdwnY8HNw4q41Y2jQMhjPukGUTjYBQpPfkXps/s320/IMG_0440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677650447146805362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The Palazzo fountain</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5fVTOQ6_3i1LosxZkCPmKPLoi4dlrwlMqD0nRHSqpV4NqiMqgVIBHaOmLjrRNlQdauqFqnE_odKAM-D5Ng1UkSm5DpdxSLpXIMzG8KdBE_n6hOseQBVOh5D-wk3sA6KdlQq6ODtSLJ0/s1600/IMG_0446.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5fVTOQ6_3i1LosxZkCPmKPLoi4dlrwlMqD0nRHSqpV4NqiMqgVIBHaOmLjrRNlQdauqFqnE_odKAM-D5Ng1UkSm5DpdxSLpXIMzG8KdBE_n6hOseQBVOh5D-wk3sA6KdlQq6ODtSLJ0/s320/IMG_0446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677650413436565458" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Out to dinner before Phantom</span><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0nb3MxWh5liq_qa0J6hgYw9lH8tu7lKxWghKRtRZ2GwnU6Jq2_UzpxnL7oIoUIpxoAUswmriwPNFMWNlhwaFVfvszdBaQhW-sHivG6NI2wymnzv5KYDUo87jyzxNJsXzJCVWtXPuvYzg/s1600/IMG_0447.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0nb3MxWh5liq_qa0J6hgYw9lH8tu7lKxWghKRtRZ2GwnU6Jq2_UzpxnL7oIoUIpxoAUswmriwPNFMWNlhwaFVfvszdBaQhW-sHivG6NI2wymnzv5KYDUo87jyzxNJsXzJCVWtXPuvYzg/s320/IMG_0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677663437785397490" border="0" /></a>Overall we had a great time. On Monday we woke up and we went to lunch (Berto's suggestion) and we decided that was the best food place we had been to. It was just a little bar at the Palace Station Hotel, where we stayed, and it was so good. Then we drove home and didn't have to fill up once, we were pretty proud of that. I decided that when in Vegas, if you can get past all the cigarette smoke, the drunk people, the crazy people, the gambling, and all the pornography that is everywhere, Vegas is actually a really cool place! ha the hotels were amazing and when we have a lot of money to go back, we decided we're going to stay at the Venetian. That was definitely our favorite.<br /><br />With this being my anniversary post, I can't forget to say some things about my amazing husband. I am so lucky to be married to someone who isn't like me. ha I know that sounds weird but Zach is seriously perfect for me. He calms me down and keeps life in perspective. I know I probably drive him crazy sometimes with all of my worrying and stressing out, but he is so good to me and loves me with all of my faults. He helps me out so much and is so good to me. I don't know what I did to deserve a guy like him but man do I love him. Ofa Lahi Atu babe!Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-90819702191650820222011-09-13T16:48:00.012-06:002011-09-13T17:54:01.761-06:00Wow<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Wow it has been a VERY long time since I've blogged. I think I say that every time I update my blog and I know I'm terrible at it but hopefully once I finish school I'll be better. I saw the last time I blogged was when we were about to go to Panama, back in MAY! So this blog will be all about the trip. To save myself from a lot of typing and whoever reads this from a lot of reading, this post is mainly pictures and will be the main points of the trip.<br /><br />Going to Panama was such a great experience! I had never been out of the country and to be able to go back to my husband's mission with him was awesome. Zach always told me how Panama was and what to expect, but you never know until you experience it. It was definitely a humbling experience when I met those people, saw how little they had, and yet how happy and giving they were. There were so many times when we would visit families and they would grab whatever food and drink they had to give it to us. Sometimes they even sent their kids to the store just to buy us crackers and soda because that was all they could afford. It was so humbling. So the main part of our trip was visiting people he taught or member families and seeing some sights as well. It was hard being in a place where you hardly understood what anyone was saying, but it was great just to see how the people reacted to Zach and how they instantly loved me just because I was his wife. You could see and feel the love they had for him and tried to include me in all the conversations even if I didn't understand most of it. :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">At the airport ready to go! My very first passport<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIsggJAzg15022iRx7rqnOLjdWLJiLBqVFKO59FjQ6MQ2cRTznVLJCwE5sFkjxyqvSgcZHm3ZXnpRGzwYy9sZj-j3MTdiK68tcIM4k1q1mgDSJHaDuQpUGWKbPQ0wsjjHdbABKYCB29iE/s1600/IMG_0170.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIsggJAzg15022iRx7rqnOLjdWLJiLBqVFKO59FjQ6MQ2cRTznVLJCwE5sFkjxyqvSgcZHm3ZXnpRGzwYy9sZj-j3MTdiK68tcIM4k1q1mgDSJHaDuQpUGWKbPQ0wsjjHdbABKYCB29iE/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651989590963582130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmAc1WNK_YOq2L_SIJl_Sh4u0I-1bwwh6ZWDJeilKoP-7HwUORNWDFb-5Ma1DUzKB4-ZuNO-l27kdTXmaI-sk1SxF4ciogs_j61Z0Zd7IAMzH25ukYEeHlRjH604f_vOJ6hBm2ughvS-c/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmAc1WNK_YOq2L_SIJl_Sh4u0I-1bwwh6ZWDJeilKoP-7HwUORNWDFb-5Ma1DUzKB4-ZuNO-l27kdTXmaI-sk1SxF4ciogs_j61Z0Zd7IAMzH25ukYEeHlRjH604f_vOJ6hBm2ughvS-c/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651988372404148754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">One of the best families in David. They were so great<br /><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOyeQBlj0ckYyG6ObZPvwBmKzJovbKMk2A1u2OO4O-iPWL0OZUdF4gpDcxI2RWvv18SlkqGJQ7S7kkiGj10Us400DNEczFXIkKqmfKfbfsvAqP6_KHzD865e-hci9YoMFvNy5hhNnJfeY/s1600/IMG_0176.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOyeQBlj0ckYyG6ObZPvwBmKzJovbKMk2A1u2OO4O-iPWL0OZUdF4gpDcxI2RWvv18SlkqGJQ7S7kkiGj10Us400DNEczFXIkKqmfKfbfsvAqP6_KHzD865e-hci9YoMFvNy5hhNnJfeY/s320/IMG_0176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651988364086333586" border="0" /></a><br />This is a typical house in panama<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm7RUyuoU-LIUNIP0YBkpd6tQ8i7dVDfVdXrVCScPW3XfoAuErgw26XY6p24zzsqEjl6zwWsD5q-IHicdc3jLg8IYBKSYousSbrOFiig5m55wg0Y62A73uOOp3Uz3bwrZ3UQZlpwlCieE/s1600/IMG_0184.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm7RUyuoU-LIUNIP0YBkpd6tQ8i7dVDfVdXrVCScPW3XfoAuErgw26XY6p24zzsqEjl6zwWsD5q-IHicdc3jLg8IYBKSYousSbrOFiig5m55wg0Y62A73uOOp3Uz3bwrZ3UQZlpwlCieE/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651988357417918546" border="0" /></a><br />A beautiful garden in David. It was just two houses where these people had a beautiful garden and just let anyone walk through it. It was awesome<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfU1Xas4FoRS5Yngu1yjOMA_zD_jQWL5d55moJUuRmskQyaf4-fsacy-aT7117F_b5xKWTjBJKCPqt9NhVjc2JJjXU2GvsvTXO5hNtRDC8481fO1kYpgdNnmVqa69ZCkngKYPdCFfxTOE/s1600/IMG_0203.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfU1Xas4FoRS5Yngu1yjOMA_zD_jQWL5d55moJUuRmskQyaf4-fsacy-aT7117F_b5xKWTjBJKCPqt9NhVjc2JJjXU2GvsvTXO5hNtRDC8481fO1kYpgdNnmVqa69ZCkngKYPdCFfxTOE/s320/IMG_0203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651986726880691826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqNy_bE8-sCQEuErNUagstKNvPWe4yAq6PfCQUG-RKiYE8BVOgujSXJwI1K6K0FVNmrElN1z3PaRybRrongHdbqPO8w4pvwscOMQDllAaYdongFEHy78wB4MxRWStwJ4URo35A3QcCT1k/s1600/IMG_0190.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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Pamela and Lucy. They had one of the smallest houses I had ever seen and were some of the happiest people.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYBom3jXGlasoC9-x833PvN1h5LzZ4mdx5KZ6XYbLgcAiFzzjVe8UjLffMRuHv3s3g6w-bCI17WfuMUBsxARMi17k7k48kHkc8WMf8xyc2b5yGUJnRBHOKmNPlOeOpDnUIJ7sgbkGO3o/s1600/IMG_0204.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYBom3jXGlasoC9-x833PvN1h5LzZ4mdx5KZ6XYbLgcAiFzzjVe8UjLffMRuHv3s3g6w-bCI17WfuMUBsxARMi17k7k48kHkc8WMf8xyc2b5yGUJnRBHOKmNPlOeOpDnUIJ7sgbkGO3o/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651986719224420098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Teo. He LOVED Zach<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0eLBh6nH53tMN6xMbrSe8Gk6z-QDf3uPq1ssfa8oSkoe_D9pSlmftaH5sB1AKtwcFAELWBh8GlnvX-gq2vDDQ6sW50widHWhyphenhyphenZ2wI_JCuHLdVvlBDMpCKlxGuidM4S7Vu4RQYCGFjbLw/s1600/IMG_0206.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0eLBh6nH53tMN6xMbrSe8Gk6z-QDf3uPq1ssfa8oSkoe_D9pSlmftaH5sB1AKtwcFAELWBh8GlnvX-gq2vDDQ6sW50widHWhyphenhyphenZ2wI_JCuHLdVvlBDMpCKlxGuidM4S7Vu4RQYCGFjbLw/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651986714345149442" border="0" /></a><br />The bishop and his wife in David<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRrOFrh1yH6VEYBYdnsdwHebWIihtqVnhz3-rQxUFN8-Fg2IqsiKfvu4BBMPhSZ0VsOJkPU3XxfsD5exsaBJWRxcy4M4hQrA_rVbfi5UObF8RSuO3sRvLi1hcGYXjg9C5ZuFgmpPEtoPc/s1600/IMG_0210.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRrOFrh1yH6VEYBYdnsdwHebWIihtqVnhz3-rQxUFN8-Fg2IqsiKfvu4BBMPhSZ0VsOJkPU3XxfsD5exsaBJWRxcy4M4hQrA_rVbfi5UObF8RSuO3sRvLi1hcGYXjg9C5ZuFgmpPEtoPc/s320/IMG_0210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651986709441468690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jonathon<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRMeUFsc-dJY0VcUyFQXjOoq_Mos-_-aTWKjk136y6De8VTpqjKN0qnCEpSJ4EFYhKQH0bjd9_viRg5x6_LHEhGXFak8ujX1ABgLweKnyVQ7KXbox8jb8vDtCALazUlW71gE9mHK7jMQ8/s1600/IMG_0211.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRMeUFsc-dJY0VcUyFQXjOoq_Mos-_-aTWKjk136y6De8VTpqjKN0qnCEpSJ4EFYhKQH0bjd9_viRg5x6_LHEhGXFak8ujX1ABgLweKnyVQ7KXbox8jb8vDtCALazUlW71gE9mHK7jMQ8/s320/IMG_0211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651985864380040082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">One of Zach's favorite little boys, Aaron, and this is my favorite picture!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Imu5W3sJ6QXtI-6EvmAuoFaBd6Yl8IYmUhyphenhyphen_OA9i5KPFg-jhldjxboZ6CZb3JIhukUeymcyJbtIVmAfcaLx8RLdWEUojKMzsxrpBJSfAcF_ivwTYLSEuA5YKNq91gReBNHhvR4m-qaA/s1600/IMG_0215.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Imu5W3sJ6QXtI-6EvmAuoFaBd6Yl8IYmUhyphenhyphen_OA9i5KPFg-jhldjxboZ6CZb3JIhukUeymcyJbtIVmAfcaLx8RLdWEUojKMzsxrpBJSfAcF_ivwTYLSEuA5YKNq91gReBNHhvR4m-qaA/s320/IMG_0215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651985857604355826" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqJmNPvx-09VgxJNq_bgGqflwLhD0TXVG3p3VTLy0HTKBxQ7iRgCbCPuWa7LJxzQq-449VN-DCpliEMa2875PqyUNS81JydhtGrFwjwMXPQmp3Q8eXdGletyIrwWXB-CX4Xdw8kFQvbg/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqJmNPvx-09VgxJNq_bgGqflwLhD0TXVG3p3VTLy0HTKBxQ7iRgCbCPuWa7LJxzQq-449VN-DCpliEMa2875PqyUNS81JydhtGrFwjwMXPQmp3Q8eXdGletyIrwWXB-CX4Xdw8kFQvbg/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651985856734818546" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Panama City temple. We thought this picture didn't turn out but it kind of looks like a cool sketch so we kept it<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK69ktL5LF_SET67e7CuiBZUQXXvYYLl9YxNLiQ9X8UHtgMEGycARBqKR7s4qp_BG-y5ajumbHELZJr-sRSdtqylIMXo0NNJmJ5t8f1qjNDVQ161efodTMzfCm2Wf-INIsXVMZWQx3clI/s1600/IMG_0242.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK69ktL5LF_SET67e7CuiBZUQXXvYYLl9YxNLiQ9X8UHtgMEGycARBqKR7s4qp_BG-y5ajumbHELZJr-sRSdtqylIMXo0NNJmJ5t8f1qjNDVQ161efodTMzfCm2Wf-INIsXVMZWQx3clI/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651985847201838898" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrIN_B7H_1-zACAkD8HpDSzJ8M4ygPkOjTYsnK28ghZ2CtHyNumORncvPs0fz9RpLQoGNndXcYzKuGnq6fKKUPNwlteBiD_RUUgAMjxLL6q5mXnbslk1ueDT4HbdKV81Te84_4pmyMU8/s1600/IMG_0239.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrIN_B7H_1-zACAkD8HpDSzJ8M4ygPkOjTYsnK28ghZ2CtHyNumORncvPs0fz9RpLQoGNndXcYzKuGnq6fKKUPNwlteBiD_RUUgAMjxLL6q5mXnbslk1ueDT4HbdKV81Te84_4pmyMU8/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651984575124584834" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Panama Canal<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD_cAQkQwKf9AVkhRSixYGJbMMtHiQiDLPR4yExsx6oUJOExBgmQHrbTTVKf75sJBgAo35N02Uj04ZoCGtveZjOcuOQKBwHFEfW_uQTUP-a3EjmP2Z3LC6jkkf-Cn_v61Vxg9_XkRpAxs/s1600/IMG_0230.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD_cAQkQwKf9AVkhRSixYGJbMMtHiQiDLPR4yExsx6oUJOExBgmQHrbTTVKf75sJBgAo35N02Uj04ZoCGtveZjOcuOQKBwHFEfW_uQTUP-a3EjmP2Z3LC6jkkf-Cn_v61Vxg9_XkRpAxs/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651985840828259570" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3Hruxfi1dPIPHj2X5VIVJ4yYsblFAiueDXI4EpGsZF7IJaN_vSGivyO_pN1_uinEMi5qfcsHWNDsLZ317RfKMsNdvbvQyFIaMSkEbTza1HSWi5SQPdophouX64D8vRTi5ypRulAfNmI/s1600/IMG_0231.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3Hruxfi1dPIPHj2X5VIVJ4yYsblFAiueDXI4EpGsZF7IJaN_vSGivyO_pN1_uinEMi5qfcsHWNDsLZ317RfKMsNdvbvQyFIaMSkEbTza1HSWi5SQPdophouX64D8vRTi5ypRulAfNmI/s320/IMG_0231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651984584052181058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVTPKbuWCvueQJEkkjd5UVscjitG2unZCWJim0OjJrNglN_gr6fMLuRAeIfQZH23yObVPlu0p4JTASvtmjslS0G4rYf-ROE1FI8BhqpsDQefdNevJHQvMn7GN5QKhyfZq5mcdMak6mAU/s1600/IMG_0232.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVTPKbuWCvueQJEkkjd5UVscjitG2unZCWJim0OjJrNglN_gr6fMLuRAeIfQZH23yObVPlu0p4JTASvtmjslS0G4rYf-ROE1FI8BhqpsDQefdNevJHQvMn7GN5QKhyfZq5mcdMak6mAU/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651984579063209154" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Panama Viejo. It's the old Panama city that was destroyed by pirates so now there's just ruins. It was way cool<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Kha7JJA2onyJZiXhJK60Ymxo3J4elQ96sIZDfgy4jmMkVkl92OLS-1DU9WH1tsD-b0Odi_bucHRPbocDive7CAOA2mZeKnQVilPiqP72lLVXUrHoS6SYRB6GffyWU5ZGtKCOWygy3wc/s1600/IMG_0262.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Kha7JJA2onyJZiXhJK60Ymxo3J4elQ96sIZDfgy4jmMkVkl92OLS-1DU9WH1tsD-b0Odi_bucHRPbocDive7CAOA2mZeKnQVilPiqP72lLVXUrHoS6SYRB6GffyWU5ZGtKCOWygy3wc/s320/IMG_0262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651984572270888066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsHAbXUhdzOsV2hGz8yp9UqWELhfL3ASRaOP4vsqAQCZL1TmGq6kbwxwRlpBPU7N-OPJeKIN_u22oWoFI_vwus0PYi_mbHmoObJF0hAPw9ezqYYnuIXaPxOfNU1CKXJV7ajLSm8myU88w/s1600/IMG_0263.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsHAbXUhdzOsV2hGz8yp9UqWELhfL3ASRaOP4vsqAQCZL1TmGq6kbwxwRlpBPU7N-OPJeKIN_u22oWoFI_vwus0PYi_mbHmoObJF0hAPw9ezqYYnuIXaPxOfNU1CKXJV7ajLSm8myU88w/s320/IMG_0263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651984564210736914" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">These were the original stairs leading up to the top of the cathedral tower<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggLzCgsRhmGOIVjdM9RN4OaweFWkWvFWogocgfsFQAONaOjAFEHIbvPyw7xs-f9qtt_sBmT0BsOHLXRzfMgvPGlABKXfqhEJgfjzhxUdisDQ91avtlZm3YC9ktsK7lzF7wi_3xS_dD-BY/s1600/IMG_0266.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggLzCgsRhmGOIVjdM9RN4OaweFWkWvFWogocgfsFQAONaOjAFEHIbvPyw7xs-f9qtt_sBmT0BsOHLXRzfMgvPGlABKXfqhEJgfjzhxUdisDQ91avtlZm3YC9ktsK7lzF7wi_3xS_dD-BY/s320/IMG_0266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651983380447872914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq7cN0jmNv3gOqjbhxVHsgeNAnKDE8h5ax6jdMsSz_0CEURbKmboC1NmA9nHS6TyXESvREDId-zs7h7vigaBR9t56SXGNQWEBNVZCa9DR-jyI9ydLgWCzDXsm-Cn6rqZzrg8xlwWJv59E/s1600/IMG_0267.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq7cN0jmNv3gOqjbhxVHsgeNAnKDE8h5ax6jdMsSz_0CEURbKmboC1NmA9nHS6TyXESvREDId-zs7h7vigaBR9t56SXGNQWEBNVZCa9DR-jyI9ydLgWCzDXsm-Cn6rqZzrg8xlwWJv59E/s320/IMG_0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651983371453685490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgryklIjXzxa2_pHuTWjtFDiEw258T3M6jeGJm_affCM2ilXEmvVPjZWVU5818m-V3SN7HfBdELchFb6v4gTYJ5aFQ1CYcDDkFm7vJr70sdbi5FVc4PcbkV-4d-NekvfGjIMM89pm3RS3M/s1600/IMG_0271.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgryklIjXzxa2_pHuTWjtFDiEw258T3M6jeGJm_affCM2ilXEmvVPjZWVU5818m-V3SN7HfBdELchFb6v4gTYJ5aFQ1CYcDDkFm7vJr70sdbi5FVc4PcbkV-4d-NekvfGjIMM89pm3RS3M/s320/IMG_0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651983368664757474" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The view from the top of the tower<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ZMwQqCOmU5u3cxk6_iCKSTZUGfXXzalt-HTC1IjdV0qFQRHE3MnJZimfE5eDY5Cisx9rAvLPDO9W7AcS8Sq1Vc0YzMcRUyXEvrsL353js66mz1HaR6Fag-LgkCgSjrj4Eqaw9spS84M/s1600/IMG_0272.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ZMwQqCOmU5u3cxk6_iCKSTZUGfXXzalt-HTC1IjdV0qFQRHE3MnJZimfE5eDY5Cisx9rAvLPDO9W7AcS8Sq1Vc0YzMcRUyXEvrsL353js66mz1HaR6Fag-LgkCgSjrj4Eqaw9spS84M/s320/IMG_0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651983365199415138" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Casco Viejo. Another old Panama city but it wasn't destroyed. It just has a lot of cool old buildings.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinTZIWWP_FibzksInSzytnys6YeXBUbpGHLTFQg4SghYaPdMSM2m88lowPRaRS-OaRkuT-M4TGb82vvkEHtq2EuimuWnDdyffZBjtJ8flzH7AZUBDWjWIGUljEOGuTAfDike87gWB_lPA/s1600/IMG_0276.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinTZIWWP_FibzksInSzytnys6YeXBUbpGHLTFQg4SghYaPdMSM2m88lowPRaRS-OaRkuT-M4TGb82vvkEHtq2EuimuWnDdyffZBjtJ8flzH7AZUBDWjWIGUljEOGuTAfDike87gWB_lPA/s320/IMG_0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651983359534489074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMDhXaQzNTNlAIPOU_ANTBEbu_WqNW28ZeYBY5RF-oV3DTF0s1DNBw9vTpdZjro9lN0HiEbfcqrNig7nw2hmm7SOGJ_rz4o88gbM4uagb6l-EvN9KWRG2lrO1HvjREGAa0Ggw1nBOD-s/s1600/IMG_0282.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMDhXaQzNTNlAIPOU_ANTBEbu_WqNW28ZeYBY5RF-oV3DTF0s1DNBw9vTpdZjro9lN0HiEbfcqrNig7nw2hmm7SOGJ_rz4o88gbM4uagb6l-EvN9KWRG2lrO1HvjREGAa0Ggw1nBOD-s/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651982048406352962" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A view of Panama City<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6j7Oy9TOgHAIkKmmas_iZvOugcXvRH3d34rPLeynZmPy1mdrni5LWZXSveZkCWCXlPtoWjY5ZWs09liZmmYn8YeQY4gPZYmBoOy1h-EZS6iVf0qih69QigRl8gaiER5txNr3KGLOO3jc/s1600/IMG_0283.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6j7Oy9TOgHAIkKmmas_iZvOugcXvRH3d34rPLeynZmPy1mdrni5LWZXSveZkCWCXlPtoWjY5ZWs09liZmmYn8YeQY4gPZYmBoOy1h-EZS6iVf0qih69QigRl8gaiER5txNr3KGLOO3jc/s320/IMG_0283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651982047163470034" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is where all the Indians would set up tables and sell their things. It was kind of like a swap meet Panama style.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEGC0jrXlPibm2abcUN7wZQnGuqqhKGBMLAHbuaYDlHSoIMPLHNTvS0NyRPQ7rUYEibu2HP3OMVvfurVS6IUrG_a2xSjq-nDqj_8WfQYoeGkD9XqIll5yAulbMPd4_M-rvCQ5WZVMXDcQ/s1600/IMG_0284.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEGC0jrXlPibm2abcUN7wZQnGuqqhKGBMLAHbuaYDlHSoIMPLHNTvS0NyRPQ7rUYEibu2HP3OMVvfurVS6IUrG_a2xSjq-nDqj_8WfQYoeGkD9XqIll5yAulbMPd4_M-rvCQ5WZVMXDcQ/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651982039151783506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Another family in San Vicente. This is one of the most dangerous areas in Panama. Zach got robbed and his companion got beat up here! So Zach made me take off my ring and duck down in the car so people wouldn't see me. Kinda scary!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPKifIHXpBZ0egyM-BzPOjbWGIzVKIhp5uAlEEv1v2WL2992XaTAPgZYg1-3CA4vtAagizaG8e8WFWJ3u0tlOXWvM5edYYFuQXoz6X0PhR2YSky9CbJ3XOaaJUS3eSKhLeUra5LLi8-N8/s1600/IMG_0288.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPKifIHXpBZ0egyM-BzPOjbWGIzVKIhp5uAlEEv1v2WL2992XaTAPgZYg1-3CA4vtAagizaG8e8WFWJ3u0tlOXWvM5edYYFuQXoz6X0PhR2YSky9CbJ3XOaaJUS3eSKhLeUra5LLi8-N8/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651982035774580690" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTTLVYv0D9Fh8nI8QXjO8xWMCDtJnVB7pQIyzGdadOq74lu_IrjVZMgqSVFE0Qmx3Dj6B-BA9fhCxgONuhotTkbb4ymwDQZsAMjORvDjP9SM2cnrttEBSslFjERj0Kgi_QmiFzasspVv0/s1600/IMG_0281.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTTLVYv0D9Fh8nI8QXjO8xWMCDtJnVB7pQIyzGdadOq74lu_IrjVZMgqSVFE0Qmx3Dj6B-BA9fhCxgONuhotTkbb4ymwDQZsAMjORvDjP9SM2cnrttEBSslFjERj0Kgi_QmiFzasspVv0/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651982055241983554" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The last family we visited and it was Zach's favorite family! I could see why. They were so welcoming and gave us so much! They also drove 30 minutes just so we could follow them back to the hotel because we kept getting lost!<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhneu4U14n6Gq-p__ERk61nVxy41FkTyg8bjKesb_Rkt5q_FbHYk70B-veDSXmv1c8TaUYZKgPfK9Pi4KEN0Um88MDqLQRrVoFjOd15RMvJJDVBU7jVvYJ7qflnRFENGQ2AILGjYgME5yE/s1600/IMG_0290.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhneu4U14n6Gq-p__ERk61nVxy41FkTyg8bjKesb_Rkt5q_FbHYk70B-veDSXmv1c8TaUYZKgPfK9Pi4KEN0Um88MDqLQRrVoFjOd15RMvJJDVBU7jVvYJ7qflnRFENGQ2AILGjYgME5yE/s320/IMG_0290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651981178138075298" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Au8ogwxdaHy8f9HKgQkGbIIPE_ujEMbJjL9KH7-hy88sMnha9fIdKkyS2I7MhIhBhWSHn3sFj3p4nJrB0gr1oIDDSIgd5UamAVn_H65bMHSWVBN1R3W8r0AONL9T_0yCvjjKeBs2yXU/s1600/IMG_0291.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Au8ogwxdaHy8f9HKgQkGbIIPE_ujEMbJjL9KH7-hy88sMnha9fIdKkyS2I7MhIhBhWSHn3sFj3p4nJrB0gr1oIDDSIgd5UamAVn_H65bMHSWVBN1R3W8r0AONL9T_0yCvjjKeBs2yXU/s320/IMG_0291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651981173521925282" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The girl in the pink in the big family picture is Andrea. She made this for her little sister for her birthday and she gave it to me before I left. She kept sitting next to me and practiced her English with me. It was simple questions that she was learning in school but she was so cute and we communicated as best we could. She practiced her English and I practiced my really rough Spanish.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjganYSaenVCVdkiMgTlREYJAmlvdqsxRsZhWAzK8274t4CYzVy3EhVLJ-USc01ybDDRZfJYYVr79SdJ__vvT6Xoe0PyeN0mp5BaCX8S68QrnAMhLpHNxJ3OBc_uV4e2PEP9yBAzQfB36U/s1600/IMG_0294.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjganYSaenVCVdkiMgTlREYJAmlvdqsxRsZhWAzK8274t4CYzVy3EhVLJ-USc01ybDDRZfJYYVr79SdJ__vvT6Xoe0PyeN0mp5BaCX8S68QrnAMhLpHNxJ3OBc_uV4e2PEP9yBAzQfB36U/s320/IMG_0294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651981153703273810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6E40zCfScZhz0u4ZCf6dnzXrzS47nBhUVok97tdF8R6jV80_cEroM5ekwGMMVLZJjS_qTc0OsFog96__ZHYA4FjsUlntF8QlzSH7rLzIjepiikB-dKI4d4ewXwB_rOZHCQQ6UrtDhl8/s1600/IMG_0295.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6E40zCfScZhz0u4ZCf6dnzXrzS47nBhUVok97tdF8R6jV80_cEroM5ekwGMMVLZJjS_qTc0OsFog96__ZHYA4FjsUlntF8QlzSH7rLzIjepiikB-dKI4d4ewXwB_rOZHCQQ6UrtDhl8/s320/IMG_0295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651981144759262610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid9st0Ce7GvceObi9Icn4AWEmVLruX7UyDAW3nDn76O7i7l5rduPlQXrujwqXvkOU0xCGVOHE7eKnTk_KMKE5pitHd2bbRikhOnNJ50gS3waEZHKkwAR9-TxzpoHI6NQdEPEvG8OCHfRA/s1600/IMG_0296.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid9st0Ce7GvceObi9Icn4AWEmVLruX7UyDAW3nDn76O7i7l5rduPlQXrujwqXvkOU0xCGVOHE7eKnTk_KMKE5pitHd2bbRikhOnNJ50gS3waEZHKkwAR9-TxzpoHI6NQdEPEvG8OCHfRA/s320/IMG_0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651981137743891074" border="0" /></a>This trip is something that I will never forget. I don't know if we will ever go back, it would be nice to, but it was nice to see it at least once. I think that if we could all experience something like that it would teach us so much. Now I understand why guys who go on missions end up loving it and falling in love with the people wherever they serve. I didn't get the spiritual experience that missionaries do with baptisms and all that but at least I got to experience the people and the culture. Now I have a little place in my heart for Panama too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhneu4U14n6Gq-p__ERk61nVxy41FkTyg8bjKesb_Rkt5q_FbHYk70B-veDSXmv1c8TaUYZKgPfK9Pi4KEN0Um88MDqLQRrVoFjOd15RMvJJDVBU7jVvYJ7qflnRFENGQ2AILGjYgME5yE/s1600/IMG_0290.JPG"><br /></a>Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-75427775164365514282011-04-17T15:31:00.003-06:002011-04-17T16:08:09.085-06:00It's OfficialWell it's official! On May 7-14, Zach and I will be going back to Panama! Even when I was in high school I always said that I wanted to go back to my husband's mission with him. I just wanted to see where he lived for 2 years, meet the people he taught, and see what he saw. Zach and I were looking online to see how much tickets would cost and we were looking one day and the prices had dropped by $200! So we booked them! It's right at the end of the semester before the Summer semester starts so it was perfect timing. I'm not quite sure what all we're going to do yet because Zach is planning it all, but it should be fun! These are just some pictures of the city and Panama City Beach to get me excited to go! (As if I'm not already excited)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNgMYPAGR5p4U_4yZH9szlUxFKSvEWPCnmPO-epYn3zKKnAgTN-b2Tidwebal4OsdFi4LPp4ZDM976PiKLbScQa1-vfn_dUNeUi4tR5mqL-pA3kOLJa6GcrT5Bfr1SmX5-MhgyJdA5O9A/s1600/panama-map.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNgMYPAGR5p4U_4yZH9szlUxFKSvEWPCnmPO-epYn3zKKnAgTN-b2Tidwebal4OsdFi4LPp4ZDM976PiKLbScQa1-vfn_dUNeUi4tR5mqL-pA3kOLJa6GcrT5Bfr1SmX5-MhgyJdA5O9A/s320/panama-map.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596672772081971298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOHtv8YAGUFLTHBBBLs12ErK6LOcd0sFe88gADAzKwvHqUQau8DmefPOtKmbuop2phaCGPpA_5R7qihTcCG_QwJ6cWODEWFChXSTBR_t_stOrlpx3HR2OBixbhEhNI5x_TC91TKW-sHA/s1600/panama+beach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOHtv8YAGUFLTHBBBLs12ErK6LOcd0sFe88gADAzKwvHqUQau8DmefPOtKmbuop2phaCGPpA_5R7qihTcCG_QwJ6cWODEWFChXSTBR_t_stOrlpx3HR2OBixbhEhNI5x_TC91TKW-sHA/s320/panama+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596672765950079234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdqnHlUXnnqVaUlr99vYMKNr3Ns-i18tKM0cMk1_7WkZOsJP0NOhULRP_eVaROai22qjj1Ey-_W_dZtZFduvFkbleebXdipSsRGE6a7TaWVkduJiQ4JPltE44E18O5GuyHL4yG5OzHZw/s1600/panama-city.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdqnHlUXnnqVaUlr99vYMKNr3Ns-i18tKM0cMk1_7WkZOsJP0NOhULRP_eVaROai22qjj1Ey-_W_dZtZFduvFkbleebXdipSsRGE6a7TaWVkduJiQ4JPltE44E18O5GuyHL4yG5OzHZw/s320/panama-city.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596672762040650322" border="0" /></a>Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-43008593168594704642011-04-12T11:15:00.006-06:002011-04-12T11:27:57.719-06:00All Kinds of Colors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9thkysmE_La7CySmgjmL74NcXYYBjBaL8M_6wQSHoRNJR6d6jlQQE9R_7Wu46AYjtISQ5umUrNrl0sUdEflTM9v9L0Rt1GnT3x4i7twMHm70p63bpizvHg_vLAOV3J32zOlbgwN-vQ8/s1600/March+2011+%25284%2529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9thkysmE_La7CySmgjmL74NcXYYBjBaL8M_6wQSHoRNJR6d6jlQQE9R_7Wu46AYjtISQ5umUrNrl0sUdEflTM9v9L0Rt1GnT3x4i7twMHm70p63bpizvHg_vLAOV3J32zOlbgwN-vQ8/s320/March+2011+%25284%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594749112263215282" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So one Saturday Zach and I had sort of a super Saturday. It was the Saturday right after my Spring Break, before I had to go back to school, and we decided that we wanted to do something fun. So that morning we woke up early and went to the temple and after that we were heading to the Festival of Colors down in Spanish Fork. I never realized what a big deal this was before! There were so many people there and we had to park like 2 miles away and just walk to it. But it was really fun and really messy, as you can see...<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMSHuVqjpA2hhlC28aGASlfjfkEWgH4ejHFt8jntAxKimb1XPTL8AMC8AuUwUUhMk9ZROntFPUWzwTIWR2Nn8deOkEp2aEyDe3xOo5HyYaURmKK8N_A_rqUmPzesCANxIRoExfnU91zE/s1600/March+2011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMSHuVqjpA2hhlC28aGASlfjfkEWgH4ejHFt8jntAxKimb1XPTL8AMC8AuUwUUhMk9ZROntFPUWzwTIWR2Nn8deOkEp2aEyDe3xOo5HyYaURmKK8N_A_rqUmPzesCANxIRoExfnU91zE/s320/March+2011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594747603835556802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTEpUbLcJefNBt_GQ4gvAyJNJRHQ5A0LyrXw4RCYdjtI0gqat6kT4UChccVNtsida0C-lAqnpvEgyErf_NDnRHIxUczPapMJo6Rcml8vdbc0CUVI6lYRkUYiY94TT0KeYh3AmfDre-iCo/s1600/March+2011+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTEpUbLcJefNBt_GQ4gvAyJNJRHQ5A0LyrXw4RCYdjtI0gqat6kT4UChccVNtsida0C-lAqnpvEgyErf_NDnRHIxUczPapMJo6Rcml8vdbc0CUVI6lYRkUYiY94TT0KeYh3AmfDre-iCo/s320/March+2011+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594747595121434514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1yNhRW6MvFx2aAZKNZCUjIrRsjc1tQcEHNOqFivDGOS9u9TUxDtRP2KwT9zLF12spdOiAt5NVELAxrtrzCFS4fWAmHxGapzgTsVroYvFI6aN_7zlkuhCGFd8R2UF5u76kGQ8ySa4aOuk/s1600/March+2011+%25283%2529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1yNhRW6MvFx2aAZKNZCUjIrRsjc1tQcEHNOqFivDGOS9u9TUxDtRP2KwT9zLF12spdOiAt5NVELAxrtrzCFS4fWAmHxGapzgTsVroYvFI6aN_7zlkuhCGFd8R2UF5u76kGQ8ySa4aOuk/s320/March+2011+%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594747584878937762" border="0" /></a>After the festival of colors we hurried and got showered and ready and then went to the Real soccer game. It was such an awesome game too! A little cold but we ended beating the LA Galaxy 4-1! So no one was complaining. Then we just decided to get a redbox movie and pop some pop corn to finish up the night. It was so nice to have a full day off of work to just hang out with the hubby all day.<br /><br />Then last Saturday Zach had been mentioning that he wanted to know what I looked like with dark hair. I've never done anything to my hair before so I'm always a little hesitant to change things up but after looking in the mirror I thought why not? My hair wasn't really blonde and it wasn't really brown so we decided to just do it. We bought a box of hair dye at Ulta and on Saturday night we died it brown. It's still different to see myself in the mirror but it's kind of growing on me and it's a fun change!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg888vKs7T_weNClnKx_KIUXv4ANFbTKNi_eR023PYFhQ6CLZA-dem-25_H0-h6QI_E87zT_qQAjAxws3XhfS4f7uEwqyTEqjJHA_RUXiits5TnB_jWzG2Rmv9d1lu2q44k6SLEzLJyZoQ/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg888vKs7T_weNClnKx_KIUXv4ANFbTKNi_eR023PYFhQ6CLZA-dem-25_H0-h6QI_E87zT_qQAjAxws3XhfS4f7uEwqyTEqjJHA_RUXiits5TnB_jWzG2Rmv9d1lu2q44k6SLEzLJyZoQ/s320/IMG_0160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594747582615781010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ISFnEQEBjhWXDq9YOtCAOn55PuZTJvpbE4I9CR2YBvrkBfAbrobxRVuzOdXZFykd-xDENQxd3WT9opMd1SSdWZ4anygXfw4KBqNpjcXcotK7Mkg4O5bJnacgu_QUCGsQ40Q7Bw8Gt9c/s1600/IMG_0166.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ISFnEQEBjhWXDq9YOtCAOn55PuZTJvpbE4I9CR2YBvrkBfAbrobxRVuzOdXZFykd-xDENQxd3WT9opMd1SSdWZ4anygXfw4KBqNpjcXcotK7Mkg4O5bJnacgu_QUCGsQ40Q7Bw8Gt9c/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594747570842527378" border="0" /></a>Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-90474277638310784332011-03-25T10:20:00.002-06:002011-03-25T10:39:32.834-06:00Colorado TripTime for another update blog. President's Day weekend my older sister Angie was blessing her new little baby girl, Layla Bell, so a lot of people in the family decided to head out to Colorado for the long weekend. Zach and I decided to save some money and drive over together. Plus it was our first road trip! So we left on Friday morning and drove 8 hours to Denver. It was so much fun spending time with family and heading out there. Angie and Keith come out to Utah all the time so it was fun going out there for a change. We just hung out on Friday, Saturday we played at the park with the kids, went to the Children's Museum while the guys were golfing, and went out to Dinner. Then Sunday was the blessing and we all just ate together. Zach and I drove halfway on Sunday night, stayed in a hotel in Grand Junction and then finished the drive Monday morning to get back in time for work. Pictures are below. It was such a fun trip!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Zach and I at dinner Saturday night<br /></div><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVUDCjYrS2AeIIeyFN0psoI_84TBg4RFbfEFhOUR0ArrTGXvXQ6z5KU2ovmNO_mKFtAqACH_tus5e0F4BCVbh0YcmB9blIFUZmg7UgH4UoxDaaSbjNbI-bx-NxjSRDbuSoCxrcWMIX7A/s1600/IMG_0149.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVUDCjYrS2AeIIeyFN0psoI_84TBg4RFbfEFhOUR0ArrTGXvXQ6z5KU2ovmNO_mKFtAqACH_tus5e0F4BCVbh0YcmB9blIFUZmg7UgH4UoxDaaSbjNbI-bx-NxjSRDbuSoCxrcWMIX7A/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588055553234381858" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Cute Makelle at the Children's Museum<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpqGqhK-rZANV06BHO5faEpQec3INuoHmxGJic_Ncm_u4aPQA2-XodJN_sJAHeA9wot8xhyeW-1PnqcQM67-tXPXIfoFRxakpvQR6mKsmWIzljyYx7KuXA9bvNBhwJue-agJhcsgX5SQM/s1600/IMG_0143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpqGqhK-rZANV06BHO5faEpQec3INuoHmxGJic_Ncm_u4aPQA2-XodJN_sJAHeA9wot8xhyeW-1PnqcQM67-tXPXIfoFRxakpvQR6mKsmWIzljyYx7KuXA9bvNBhwJue-agJhcsgX5SQM/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588055549713508034" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Parker in the dancing room at the museum<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1VmnDkpudXCfZ79KZFXaQBXzSRoV6IVV1R07kchBQ91tTPT1ZylZIhK1W62W-UQ0UUpHIY4NDzanhtLS5Wx0U4ga4d1h_aSoaICIQTQq4OnVCRaG7Lp3drBebmTYes4s1Y0W_gPAZWE/s1600/IMG_0144.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1VmnDkpudXCfZ79KZFXaQBXzSRoV6IVV1R07kchBQ91tTPT1ZylZIhK1W62W-UQ0UUpHIY4NDzanhtLS5Wx0U4ga4d1h_aSoaICIQTQq4OnVCRaG7Lp3drBebmTYes4s1Y0W_gPAZWE/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588055166157315330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The kids were out cold in the car after! Including Lauren in the backseat. haha<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP9WIubCNuBemxz_fQsTYME_HQDrwyDDAnIp19LWQZxduKVJNfLCSzt_hvG3n0II34meYFAdRDdQ0rRu1venZ9dHpNM3aF8esLM-S5ckBRBxSXX8xoUxca_8UF9IOFAZfBJKGCxuZQu9g/s1600/IMG_0138.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP9WIubCNuBemxz_fQsTYME_HQDrwyDDAnIp19LWQZxduKVJNfLCSzt_hvG3n0II34meYFAdRDdQ0rRu1venZ9dHpNM3aF8esLM-S5ckBRBxSXX8xoUxca_8UF9IOFAZfBJKGCxuZQu9g/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588055161405189682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I realized the only picture I got of Jackson was him sleeping in the car! I guess that kid moves too fast for me<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-LvgbSGY-94Tb3BOf8FSUTAKnT-8KWmQUXrvm7PrdBisE8EuNVuRwTA3mzK3Ta7kWSCVqCsz3E2JHzlJYNlu_ajQnmfhDW7Vp1kvQx7UzG4ECHFNdYGqY9tt8BiWBpbGsU_FMZOs1Kpg/s1600/IMG_0136.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-LvgbSGY-94Tb3BOf8FSUTAKnT-8KWmQUXrvm7PrdBisE8EuNVuRwTA3mzK3Ta7kWSCVqCsz3E2JHzlJYNlu_ajQnmfhDW7Vp1kvQx7UzG4ECHFNdYGqY9tt8BiWBpbGsU_FMZOs1Kpg/s320/IMG_0136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588055155661586146" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Parker at the playground. That's what he did when I said smile.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih3RvGJlBAyRjW5oEwQfkbP89aDNY8e5aCZjNSUmgREX0Ye1MGICoLa2CjGvY1plYmCNSrvTLgskEU7lYvBUk5JEU6Jw4t4tRrcL-vA72Y5WDu9_fq9mjxzED4CJGLytkmNM6e19ASGD8/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih3RvGJlBAyRjW5oEwQfkbP89aDNY8e5aCZjNSUmgREX0Ye1MGICoLa2CjGvY1plYmCNSrvTLgskEU7lYvBUk5JEU6Jw4t4tRrcL-vA72Y5WDu9_fq9mjxzED4CJGLytkmNM6e19ASGD8/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588055150993535474" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Grandma, Layla, and Makelle at dinner<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicdSJ9lPgTOjEyxoCuiCrgzdkdIOakAfnNSwcMWPUXEKMeyF3ahlnvpkVHBicURLDuEw246nx4azGuFFB18P8-JzGnOYE6GRumDnxhs0bs73XcyOqAHd_FbaQh3cJstNipDPraNv6P-Ck/s1600/IMG_0148.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicdSJ9lPgTOjEyxoCuiCrgzdkdIOakAfnNSwcMWPUXEKMeyF3ahlnvpkVHBicURLDuEw246nx4azGuFFB18P8-JzGnOYE6GRumDnxhs0bs73XcyOqAHd_FbaQh3cJstNipDPraNv6P-Ck/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588055144214686258" border="0" /></a>Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-87077292639333898182011-03-23T11:02:00.002-06:002011-03-23T11:14:36.040-06:00Valentine's Day<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>This was our first Valentine's day together as well and I wanted to do something special. I heard about doing the 14 days of Valentine's from my sisters and I decided to jump in on it with them. You give them something everyday leading up to the big day. So everyday I wrote a little poem and he got a little gift.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is our wall with our decorations. It has all the poems I wrote and the post-it notes are the 11 things I love about him for the 11th day.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfOT-1dbhAvzD25sOIL7xG7CsJv1zt8Jdb3UKe1oem_3va8BvJF3Zc-XjUeAxCPkHU2BQ3ZYOQhNuGd2zS6blZXvU_Uy8npTk2a_2TY3HKdDJXKCac7qCXmGn5ODbDzzOXGVy06BirzI/s1600/IMG_0108.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfOT-1dbhAvzD25sOIL7xG7CsJv1zt8Jdb3UKe1oem_3va8BvJF3Zc-XjUeAxCPkHU2BQ3ZYOQhNuGd2zS6blZXvU_Uy8npTk2a_2TY3HKdDJXKCac7qCXmGn5ODbDzzOXGVy06BirzI/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587323742487184754" border="0" /></a><br />These are the beautiful roses he got me for Valentine's<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHt753nubmbQ2FBa7GxQr1ic4lQAdcCtTES7cdgHeLMgs7CHw3MiyHP6FzNnkNWYFy8srvRC2t18QupniB4-U2e2Y3H-cODxDOh4zsjytArhGvv08mYAR8P-RzqmSoQWzvQaU03Shz8wE/s1600/IMG_0113.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHt753nubmbQ2FBa7GxQr1ic4lQAdcCtTES7cdgHeLMgs7CHw3MiyHP6FzNnkNWYFy8srvRC2t18QupniB4-U2e2Y3H-cODxDOh4zsjytArhGvv08mYAR8P-RzqmSoQWzvQaU03Shz8wE/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587323736901786674" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Day 13, Hawaiian breakfast in bed<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTbMKje8F2cO8mYhaLwvZojK8pcW-WqltOZIFaFNVZ_PA30psivYbWIKbGdYd9vN7LH56Wi1T6qI4uC5T3QEjsLO4XsXabs93TXyNjuXB7EplOZBG9BqRkp4YcHxfzkdaznEO5ZqD8Ya8/s1600/IMG_0109.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTbMKje8F2cO8mYhaLwvZojK8pcW-WqltOZIFaFNVZ_PA30psivYbWIKbGdYd9vN7LH56Wi1T6qI4uC5T3QEjsLO4XsXabs93TXyNjuXB7EplOZBG9BqRkp4YcHxfzkdaznEO5ZqD8Ya8/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587323727278653170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Day 10, 1o $1 bills folded into hearts<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgOV0vvSsgSwZPq_08y0NzXhf687bKCc4uD_svTLiJvdDVHVyUue4y-6Ctx5q-fmffSNZaQnWKZYBOPZX4nfAWE08sroN18_MC76JRZOvnu-d13hFG1XKZKQCicM8ie-J7XX9dcHI-xoo/s1600/IMG_0112.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgOV0vvSsgSwZPq_08y0NzXhf687bKCc4uD_svTLiJvdDVHVyUue4y-6Ctx5q-fmffSNZaQnWKZYBOPZX4nfAWE08sroN18_MC76JRZOvnu-d13hFG1XKZKQCicM8ie-J7XX9dcHI-xoo/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587323720103388786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVVn9GjcXiCzRBgOV-zBfTBpXJybUkBeS6MVG_krxgJEyffD6xJ2sunBDCVooIhYXv6HlqjR4TjV3pbfl1DBapNAKvEncFiaAE4brAMrgyziUXFz4BeVtw6PTkY_OrsBakFcZ-Bo0ZHlo/s1600/IMG_0110.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVVn9GjcXiCzRBgOV-zBfTBpXJybUkBeS6MVG_krxgJEyffD6xJ2sunBDCVooIhYXv6HlqjR4TjV3pbfl1DBapNAKvEncFiaAE4brAMrgyziUXFz4BeVtw6PTkY_OrsBakFcZ-Bo0ZHlo/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587323135668180674" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Day 9<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5YV3eJiVHATbHzfxfAsFgmB497-w1_6xjDEyPYTKT0qUPLmAuQsLcZSE5neg4e8iM9ybfdYUtauCBKh6uKKdTK90DD1ryjjfmVgcWc4VkBC_9Fw9OMnApEZOLB54Cd2Oe-g26Sf_kV8U/s1600/IMG_0102.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5YV3eJiVHATbHzfxfAsFgmB497-w1_6xjDEyPYTKT0qUPLmAuQsLcZSE5neg4e8iM9ybfdYUtauCBKh6uKKdTK90DD1ryjjfmVgcWc4VkBC_9Fw9OMnApEZOLB54Cd2Oe-g26Sf_kV8U/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587323126020404626" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Valentine's dinner on Sunday. Homemade pizza kind of in a heart<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjF4HgoUMzw4IQ2KpAjkeSnDRjNbBSj5ODY-8vFpAD3tcjH_0A9wpus4sXwE6qPAL1Ys1n8HjvFOU1xnv8vDc7yBdRxUQ9bC6BhdAo63bBL007iTNysCsB84Dbzd-xj5OdBdv3aq5YTqM/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjF4HgoUMzw4IQ2KpAjkeSnDRjNbBSj5ODY-8vFpAD3tcjH_0A9wpus4sXwE6qPAL1Ys1n8HjvFOU1xnv8vDc7yBdRxUQ9bC6BhdAo63bBL007iTNysCsB84Dbzd-xj5OdBdv3aq5YTqM/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587323119025751234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ZCtXYCFO_I9wp-eJOhATDlkKnPCdMfXq9hgj3Z3zmVgCrIzxApjMf_h5eD-eHDwuR5qBpu3oVA15dz5phojwGinwgH-v_I-mqaXdhUFYlSRwxaddZPJb1oZfGsXz7akx961RWQlnwxI/s1600/IMG_0132.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ZCtXYCFO_I9wp-eJOhATDlkKnPCdMfXq9hgj3Z3zmVgCrIzxApjMf_h5eD-eHDwuR5qBpu3oVA15dz5phojwGinwgH-v_I-mqaXdhUFYlSRwxaddZPJb1oZfGsXz7akx961RWQlnwxI/s320/IMG_0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587323116844435122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw1LhRTd8DlskBDHtJ9PbXlrWczCeWwgbtiXBiW-WccW5v8ColTjE_6KcCjwIC9Gs_gJrpLH6r5UNNHfmyApSJRt9djolN4OmlWhhuBOXC_BMMQ8dhSWS2G6Qx23mYqg9k8K-1L9cNpyU/s1600/P1220685.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw1LhRTd8DlskBDHtJ9PbXlrWczCeWwgbtiXBiW-WccW5v8ColTjE_6KcCjwIC9Gs_gJrpLH6r5UNNHfmyApSJRt9djolN4OmlWhhuBOXC_BMMQ8dhSWS2G6Qx23mYqg9k8K-1L9cNpyU/s320/P1220685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587323112250993186" border="0" /></a>Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-70834789553951880932011-03-23T10:49:00.004-06:002011-03-23T11:01:24.617-06:00First Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KGERLFY5hEh-SQsP5P7w80rdfThQoBZiRyiagX18Nn1dMst6U2YocNwuvJC0KFvfMki8G3LiEK0c986fkbTnmLVhJBeib3HLGV1FG1iz50yH55oFCjr7VIFcEy6AL3Ts_fp73WwoDEA/s1600/P1220663.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KGERLFY5hEh-SQsP5P7w80rdfThQoBZiRyiagX18Nn1dMst6U2YocNwuvJC0KFvfMki8G3LiEK0c986fkbTnmLVhJBeib3HLGV1FG1iz50yH55oFCjr7VIFcEy6AL3Ts_fp73WwoDEA/s320/P1220663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587320888305268418" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>This past Christmas was our first Christmas together. It was a lot of fun. We had enough Target gift cards left over that we were able to buy a nice Christmas tree and decorate it together. Along with doing Christmas for each other, we also did this 12 days of Christmas thing with my family. We found a needy family and gave them a Christmas. We gave them something every day whether it was a tree, lights, food, and the last day was presents. It was so fun and really put Christmas into perspective for us this year.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Zach got me some fun things. Blankets (I'm always cold), a Utah hoodie, and p90x!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2M3po2Zig1b3r1BViYOwIQi9jUJemMsca1geyXitB7OTNxEaFeZPk20yMtZSscUlqWN_A2BeIH2UTWDaIOj-7J6kU66n50CIYyYrDJfpuHdqYvBdEOXNSHT5b5QtzJehGEmwwBM27WFU/s1600/P1220670.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2M3po2Zig1b3r1BViYOwIQi9jUJemMsca1geyXitB7OTNxEaFeZPk20yMtZSscUlqWN_A2BeIH2UTWDaIOj-7J6kU66n50CIYyYrDJfpuHdqYvBdEOXNSHT5b5QtzJehGEmwwBM27WFU/s320/P1220670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587319619353486722" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Zach with his presents. BYU hoodie, scriptures, Jazz tickets with a Jazz jersey.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRm07vGbMMEtv_ED-_GoKOVvsNJSioWgFAA1j-BLJPaBRxLR7D3jR4WYyu-3GtpqwefdGZUe5ajQg3YzWlcnattnzMa_nAozsfec4Z72X2Ftd4_bnQ4Nis6XV8ZJAEFFlK57f_xYx6mSI/s1600/P1220671.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRm07vGbMMEtv_ED-_GoKOVvsNJSioWgFAA1j-BLJPaBRxLR7D3jR4WYyu-3GtpqwefdGZUe5ajQg3YzWlcnattnzMa_nAozsfec4Z72X2Ftd4_bnQ4Nis6XV8ZJAEFFlK57f_xYx6mSI/s320/P1220671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587319613662573266" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">In front of our Christmas tree Christmas morning. Zach was sneezing. haha<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiom942nvPGbAZ9tKScGo7fQvkvAg4VeZyshb7j2uILScbolxTB8Jo_PL93oZtagp6QyJy8rb6KMPYsydZ6zw-rHUD6hV1rMuKECTq0u9NHvs1Pmj_DXwRQZC8RSSW3gqvqU90_5bbVyzY/s1600/P1220669.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiom942nvPGbAZ9tKScGo7fQvkvAg4VeZyshb7j2uILScbolxTB8Jo_PL93oZtagp6QyJy8rb6KMPYsydZ6zw-rHUD6hV1rMuKECTq0u9NHvs1Pmj_DXwRQZC8RSSW3gqvqU90_5bbVyzY/s320/P1220669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587319609448372082" border="0" /></a>Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-59156944679116769112010-05-24T18:40:00.000-06:002010-05-24T19:19:11.449-06:00I'm in love I'm in love and I don't care who knows it!So my last blog was about Elder Zachariah Miller returning home from his mission and considering he's been home for about 3 weeks now, I guess it's time to blog about him being home. He came home on May 4th at about 7:30 that night. (The picture above is me right before I left for the airport) It didn't feel like it was really happening until right before I left for the airport, then I got REALLY nervous. I drove to the airport and met his family there and we all just hung out and talked for a bit while we waited for his plane to land. It was so fun being there with his family and began to feel real once I saw all the signs and the balloons and candy leis. We went and placed ourselves right by the bottom of the escalators to make sure that we saw him when he came down. I was holding a sign with Rachel and talking to her when she squealed and said, "There he is!!" I could not find him to save my life and I was getting so frustrated! Till Rachel finally said, "Kelsey, he's right THERE!" Then I finally saw him and my stomach did a flip and couldn't believe he was finally here.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIC6-KizRvuZqzoTr5xsZFOJI4tdcSFV410w7-hDXySw_rlDP2DQdI8gCtIH3xuLWBTVCryK3TCXSEFkkg6WJKRJjQfQsnZ1BJ6DoZ_jLnIJPGjc17NsSRYO2IaOb9ljpxyxHKnLSrlg/s1600/IMG_1325.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIC6-KizRvuZqzoTr5xsZFOJI4tdcSFV410w7-hDXySw_rlDP2DQdI8gCtIH3xuLWBTVCryK3TCXSEFkkg6WJKRJjQfQsnZ1BJ6DoZ_jLnIJPGjc17NsSRYO2IaOb9ljpxyxHKnLSrlg/s320/IMG_1325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475002659801404706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Him and his family<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY9sOwuTvaKKMca2WuwIRT4kczvprwfPU8gcdpMe1UF8gzlxo0sy93w05hbcnUG3yL0IAOaKX3LFYd2a_9J18nQZDC1O1n88hm01wWPyc9kCo85Uf5I7Jav3yxusTDZbyNBw-MbLnJXvs/s1600/IMG_1328.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY9sOwuTvaKKMca2WuwIRT4kczvprwfPU8gcdpMe1UF8gzlxo0sy93w05hbcnUG3yL0IAOaKX3LFYd2a_9J18nQZDC1O1n88hm01wWPyc9kCo85Uf5I7Jav3yxusTDZbyNBw-MbLnJXvs/s320/IMG_1328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475002654209519762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">His parents<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiUN5ZzG1TVTGk9XkCXBrmF2bksUa7fy4sXWjxRr0mEA-sOn7Y1wGswrHiUTKhVqTcCrG1hW8gkO1EObkNHxbKVXQc2mO-PiBHuLUyscUDqC8Xcetry0iDbvHdI2hWYp0NmlPepQRvajQ/s1600/IMG_1326.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiUN5ZzG1TVTGk9XkCXBrmF2bksUa7fy4sXWjxRr0mEA-sOn7Y1wGswrHiUTKhVqTcCrG1hW8gkO1EObkNHxbKVXQc2mO-PiBHuLUyscUDqC8Xcetry0iDbvHdI2hWYp0NmlPepQRvajQ/s320/IMG_1326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475002647355903666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The ultimate handshake<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span>At first it was a little awkward seeing him because neither one of us really knew how to handle the situation. We couldn't hug or touch each other so we both stood awkwardly next to each other. Ha it was pretty funny but I was content just being next to him. He went home that night and got released and it was pretty late and he was doing things with his family so I didn't get to see him. The next day I drove down to Orem and we spent the entire day together. We went shopping,<span style="font-style: italic;"> because he has no clothes, <span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>then we went to the Provo temple for a little bit, went to his little brother's water polo game, Rachel's soccer game, and ate dinner. He had some people that he needed to go visit so I left after that. It was a great day. (unfortunately we both suck at taking pictures so I have no pictures from that day... sorry)<br /><br />Lately we've just been hanging out and having a good time. The Saturday after he came home my parents had an extra ticket to the ReAL game because I had to work and Zach went with them. You have to realize that he has never met any member of my family before and he was going to the game without me, with my parents, Lauren, Dustin, Kaley and Paul. What a champ! After the game they came back to the house and I was here waiting and then we just ended up watching a movie and hanging out with my family. He was a little nervous around them at first but he had just been home a few days and he's gotten much more comfortable around them since then.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoydCJ-W7ois8Ig_CIZL3z2_KzgVkBbsIsu1NWGrtatq_3HHcq2GOqVyztdNUC5Jm79z_KMjWmnpYcOAfruzoYB-4_byBi491Yzb99BPkc-Hv0rC9nge2e4tqCabQ42YBbzGBwd8xg5MI/s1600/Kelsey's+21st+and+Zach+comes+home+037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoydCJ-W7ois8Ig_CIZL3z2_KzgVkBbsIsu1NWGrtatq_3HHcq2GOqVyztdNUC5Jm79z_KMjWmnpYcOAfruzoYB-4_byBi491Yzb99BPkc-Hv0rC9nge2e4tqCabQ42YBbzGBwd8xg5MI/s320/Kelsey's+21st+and+Zach+comes+home+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475002029282175202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">This is what happens when I'm not around<br /><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggur92NPB8mMXjF1MOP34Ts-SygXAr7odxbJ1lrgghm0qHw1hrdv4i7DdNorxjnQlBqQ2SXjcb3Vl_466GsUYSMxVxfzQIm8epsh8J8a4XgAOWuRjt5VeYKsrqo7prUBfW3mxgyzMPd50/s1600/Kelsey's+21st+and+Zach+comes+home+038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggur92NPB8mMXjF1MOP34Ts-SygXAr7odxbJ1lrgghm0qHw1hrdv4i7DdNorxjnQlBqQ2SXjcb3Vl_466GsUYSMxVxfzQIm8epsh8J8a4XgAOWuRjt5VeYKsrqo7prUBfW3mxgyzMPd50/s320/Kelsey's+21st+and+Zach+comes+home+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475002026925424258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">At the game<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSWgQyiDIZDMvdL-s_Isaw8_LDW0mNBmfsVhtXZmV-KpEwxKcY2hNpbmfMxX8vNNBfRxet32jntSYhDkSm-A7K_Z-avh5Et2hqtIPivUQmcAdWcX2tItgeXU6Rhhta2CxPOkVymfqHrOA/s1600/Kelsey's+21st+and+Zach+comes+home+043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSWgQyiDIZDMvdL-s_Isaw8_LDW0mNBmfsVhtXZmV-KpEwxKcY2hNpbmfMxX8vNNBfRxet32jntSYhDkSm-A7K_Z-avh5Et2hqtIPivUQmcAdWcX2tItgeXU6Rhhta2CxPOkVymfqHrOA/s320/Kelsey's+21st+and+Zach+comes+home+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475002017778586690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">In our matching jerseys from my parents<br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUJOjCv0EiMMz47Fwh-YgQKU2zlU3DfQTseSwFwyBx1TPSs_qWHGDM9UsQQSE4ZnA7BQfgHrghPie7hiR6poQr38zvKcoukDWf5R4CHynvGf5XMDC4Zh2qESCuwLoZelB5iYmNnpWWBQ/s1600/zach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUJOjCv0EiMMz47Fwh-YgQKU2zlU3DfQTseSwFwyBx1TPSs_qWHGDM9UsQQSE4ZnA7BQfgHrghPie7hiR6poQr38zvKcoukDWf5R4CHynvGf5XMDC4Zh2qESCuwLoZelB5iYmNnpWWBQ/s320/zach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475002007565285282" border="0" /></a>Other than that, we've just been spending time together and enjoying each other's company. We went to church together 2 weeks ago (pictured below) and his homecoming was yesterday (pictures soon to come... hopefully). Those 2 years were very long and waiting was probably one of the hardest things I've ever done, but having him back now has made it totally worth it. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQtZe6dGM7W-YXpUhyAuAwERf5NrWTOLNGoMNKogJMtqEOqLvIEmQNsO8pYCAWoAVtrGeuefZ9hVv8zeCHZvhexRJxnsUC6lKtedz0QIqBHSvwmjURspId9eLd-veJ6wUkDtryGhoU9I/s1600/IMG_1356.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQtZe6dGM7W-YXpUhyAuAwERf5NrWTOLNGoMNKogJMtqEOqLvIEmQNsO8pYCAWoAVtrGeuefZ9hVv8zeCHZvhexRJxnsUC6lKtedz0QIqBHSvwmjURspId9eLd-veJ6wUkDtryGhoU9I/s320/IMG_1356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475002005577360162" border="0" /></a>Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-33976869566857285752010-05-02T22:59:00.000-06:002010-05-02T23:12:59.119-06:00FINALLY!!!<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>Well the time has finally come. This may be a stupid thing to blog about but it's something really exciting that is happening in my life and something that I've been waiting for a long time. Mr. Zachariah Miller is finally returning home from serving his mission in Panama City, Panama. This Tuesday, May 4th, he will fly in to Utah and I can't even wait. It still seems so surreal and I don't believe that he's actually going to be here soon but I'm getting really excited. I don't know what's going to happen but I'm ready to find out! Here are just a few pictures of him since he's been gone. There are only a few on my computer. After 2 long years, just 1 more day!!! :)<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></div><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_hcVXsZJqf9f1-Ny5e_atNWMXQnqS7KnfSjQnISeZ6sLM1nnArUaIMuCCONfOlyUlZdukG6L_X_l1Nf8iKvbdZU3AyVKGE44U6mHm-Hy0qkEheRT2LBxEZA3JJvWvFMQgfpgjenhzSY/s1600/scan0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_hcVXsZJqf9f1-Ny5e_atNWMXQnqS7KnfSjQnISeZ6sLM1nnArUaIMuCCONfOlyUlZdukG6L_X_l1Nf8iKvbdZU3AyVKGE44U6mHm-Hy0qkEheRT2LBxEZA3JJvWvFMQgfpgjenhzSY/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466904547157167586" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZRjz_YhsV7XNRUmDLarLIwzEwYtUXUjf2nSbJtNWhU6Z6O0iE6JMQd3MsFfybrszsXN2vRLFFRr0VYppYIXs5wJ4h_Mfz8zOvkDuAASLueSa3Gkjy_9DaVY1CM4yCOQHaNj-MMbLVWo/s1600/scan0010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZRjz_YhsV7XNRUmDLarLIwzEwYtUXUjf2nSbJtNWhU6Z6O0iE6JMQd3MsFfybrszsXN2vRLFFRr0VYppYIXs5wJ4h_Mfz8zOvkDuAASLueSa3Gkjy_9DaVY1CM4yCOQHaNj-MMbLVWo/s320/scan0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466904542974200338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpTkZHB5aiSWEMOP53rMMH5QUk2mnriLsELAHadd5zOAm6w7MJnFjbkmk0oVq-HU_OdvOSjiR22hChqCV0GwcY5pUPRoYVFcm1hz5h1DtslstB8XPR0Qn6smBOX__xoP4rZtkmJpTesFg/s1600/PICT1728.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpTkZHB5aiSWEMOP53rMMH5QUk2mnriLsELAHadd5zOAm6w7MJnFjbkmk0oVq-HU_OdvOSjiR22hChqCV0GwcY5pUPRoYVFcm1hz5h1DtslstB8XPR0Qn6smBOX__xoP4rZtkmJpTesFg/s320/PICT1728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466904532510931330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79Vuoqb0wgC100T1R6oa30imMNyyQyel263ADZ6NQn4RlNVSuihUnSCEM7kefr9GnT0_ah2tvzsRVlBvXD_E5PC_9Y7IcVucC4NXeCCQdPodi22fYlphp5dESY8eM_1TrWvmnZZn8f4A/s1600/PICT1165.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79Vuoqb0wgC100T1R6oa30imMNyyQyel263ADZ6NQn4RlNVSuihUnSCEM7kefr9GnT0_ah2tvzsRVlBvXD_E5PC_9Y7IcVucC4NXeCCQdPodi22fYlphp5dESY8eM_1TrWvmnZZn8f4A/s320/PICT1165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466904527312383730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu8ZlINGck44FzioOYspj89Nwqc6sugH4y3SdpHIUk5QMq65PI4Vr-J348pM0vm4fTQ27-FwsKMBcN6ih3WZrvn6kh8cWF-P6DlqOVFIjdqCA9iDN5ePFW9O-ULpcoznilL5hJH1iB9g4/s1600/PICT1164.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu8ZlINGck44FzioOYspj89Nwqc6sugH4y3SdpHIUk5QMq65PI4Vr-J348pM0vm4fTQ27-FwsKMBcN6ih3WZrvn6kh8cWF-P6DlqOVFIjdqCA9iDN5ePFW9O-ULpcoznilL5hJH1iB9g4/s320/PICT1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466904518384280066" border="0" /></a>Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-50827726672335968992010-03-09T15:14:00.000-07:002010-03-09T15:52:15.887-07:00UpdateWell, I officially suck at this blogging thing. Last night I watched an episode of House where the patient he was treating was obsessed with writing every aspect of her life on her blog and I guess it inspired me to update my blog considering I haven't done it since December! And it's now March! I can't get over that... Time sure is flying by but that's ok, I'm not going to complain about that. So here we go with an update in a nutshell.<br /><br />I started school at the U and it was definitely a drastic change. It is a massive school that isn't a church school and it was hard to get used to. I really missed Hawaii and I didn't know anybody and to be honest, I wasn't liking it very much at first. I was just doing my own thing and going on with my life, not paying attention to anyone around me. But I can say that I have started to adjust and things are going good now. I still miss Hawaii and all of my friends out there, but you have to move on with your life sometimes. This was just a change in my life that I had to get used to and I'm starting to get used to it. I've met a few people in my classes and I'm getting in to the swing of things so it's not as bad as it was at first. Plus, I got a job so that's been keeping me pretty busy. It's at a place called the Corner Bakery Cafe and I'm a server/cashier there. It's actually really good. It has good food and I like the people I work with, for the most part, and it's fun to socialize with the people that come in. However, it definitely does suck sometimes, not gonna lie. But I guess that's the case with any job right? So school and work are still going good. Just going to class, doing homework, going to work, and going to sleep. That's my life right now!<br /><br />An exciting thing that happened was the fact that I bought a car!! After 3 weeks of looking everywhere and dealing with car dealers I finally found one that I liked that fit my price range and was approved of by my parents. It's a 2008 Mazda 6 that only had 41,000 miles on it and I actually got a good deal on it so I'm happy. Now that I've driven it more I love it even more! That is what is pictured below. :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWgVQLXzaI6RStC6GMOou4six6ExxmC4OHF_lScg1ZqSLOv3rJEdgBR01essy2A7SgPK3K2ZN_cvQXaRx_Ord8Hlnc-34yZQK-pJrI6P_qJnLASKhN7n2B3gtlDm2u66ymKKEiKC5iWE/s1600-h/19664_318878581589_681536589_3356745_1034627_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446763587734121506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWgVQLXzaI6RStC6GMOou4six6ExxmC4OHF_lScg1ZqSLOv3rJEdgBR01essy2A7SgPK3K2ZN_cvQXaRx_Ord8Hlnc-34yZQK-pJrI6P_qJnLASKhN7n2B3gtlDm2u66ymKKEiKC5iWE/s320/19664_318878581589_681536589_3356745_1034627_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldZWdB-kQGgg3E04-HKdo0fV-USxTIrLvvgNbIU29RkNMw85lBj4gNZoT2S4OceVCTjuD0_FPTrpHu_giU73gI8M73nfDITQ21E9hlmonJ5-PNhQTrUn-Gp0qrz3ylu09kFhlC4GrXJY/s1600-h/19664_318878616589_681536589_3356750_791083_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446763577858973266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldZWdB-kQGgg3E04-HKdo0fV-USxTIrLvvgNbIU29RkNMw85lBj4gNZoT2S4OceVCTjuD0_FPTrpHu_giU73gI8M73nfDITQ21E9hlmonJ5-PNhQTrUn-Gp0qrz3ylu09kFhlC4GrXJY/s320/19664_318878616589_681536589_3356750_791083_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This past weekend I got to spend some time with my 2 little nephews Braxton and Preston and that was a lot of fun. We built a fort in our front room after Kaelyn's mom's wedding (which was my idea haha) and then I got to spend some time with them before and after church. So that was a lot of fun. Here are some pictures. The first is us in the fort and the second is right before I left for church.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieXAlQDYrDRzINAdGdGg3PWZqrylRfIGgeOGWD7_9GLBS4lLOxGp7p949U-H9Z-TsV37hFNFrrbdUDSGNVEUwnMLTD4E956VEapzlN5my9N8r8vbj1nCuOnQ0ac95uq0o4hTc9VWuFkAM/s1600-h/Braxton+and+Preston%27s+Visit+March+2010+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446763570664465682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieXAlQDYrDRzINAdGdGg3PWZqrylRfIGgeOGWD7_9GLBS4lLOxGp7p949U-H9Z-TsV37hFNFrrbdUDSGNVEUwnMLTD4E956VEapzlN5my9N8r8vbj1nCuOnQ0ac95uq0o4hTc9VWuFkAM/s320/Braxton+and+Preston%27s+Visit+March+2010+022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWWHHXYSDMeQIc864FzYrlefCw3Tyk05AMT0a6F4ZI_vr2PxcTcYfUylKm3qqi3bdS0ye5yzIUp3v-1asMJGSVc8ChhHI99GdjDkDdsiCF8CvS00D1yI0Kg_B7d3fkeke0Hg4KEZIrd4/s1600-h/Braxton+and+Preston%27s+Visit+March+2010+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446763559737550418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWWHHXYSDMeQIc864FzYrlefCw3Tyk05AMT0a6F4ZI_vr2PxcTcYfUylKm3qqi3bdS0ye5yzIUp3v-1asMJGSVc8ChhHI99GdjDkDdsiCF8CvS00D1yI0Kg_B7d3fkeke0Hg4KEZIrd4/s320/Braxton+and+Preston%27s+Visit+March+2010+031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />As for anything else, today is my 21st birthday and I can't believe it. I feel so old! Sometimes I don't even feel like I should be in college and I'm already in my 3rd year of school and I'm now 21! Pretty crazy... It's been a pretty good day though. Nothing too exciting happening. Just my awesome friends and family saying happy birthday to me, which is great! I'm going out to dinner to the best Chinese restaurant tonight, Asian Star, and I'm so excited for it! I can't even remember the last time I went there, probably in May for Dustin and Kaley's wedding dinner thing! Holy cow! So needless to say, I'm excited. My parents are taking me and my sister-in-law, Kaley, is coming with us too! It should be fun. Then Sunday is my birthday dinner with my family and we're having spatzle. It's going to be really good and fun to see everyone because Lauren is coming down for her Spring Break so it's going to be awesome to see everyone. I think that's pretty much about it! Hopefully I remember to take at least 1 picture of me on my birthday and try to remember to put that on here. </div><div> </div><div>P.S. For anyone out there that's interested, Elder Zachariah Miller comes home in 8 weeks from today!! 56 DAYS!!!! The end. :D<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-11437797813837492072010-01-07T19:07:00.000-07:002010-01-07T19:24:04.772-07:00Christmas BreakIt's been awhile since I last blogged but not very many exciting things have been going on in my life. The Fall semester finally ended but the next semester is just about to start up next Monday. I did well in all of my classes so it was a big relief to finally get that semester out of the way. However, it was a bitter sweet feeling because with the relief of a semester coming to an end, comes the feeling of having to leave Hawaii for good. :( It was one of the hardest things I've done and it's still hard for me to believe that I'm not going back but a change will be good. Plus, who says that I won't be going back and visiting soon.<br /><br />The break has been good. It's been fun to be home and spend some time with my family. I haven't done much of anything all break and it's kind of starting to drive me crazy because I don't have anything to do, but I guess I should enjoy the fact that I'm not stressing out and busy because it won't last. The weather has taken some getting used to but thankfully my mother bought me a winter coat so I didn't have to freeze for very long. Here is me and Lauren shoveling snow.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8nH24Mkct7m8FSjWbq6uGwkgtHKYnPUg3MCllxUX3vgHlonz8OQhO5JS8wDvnupcPxduBnCq_LdZYAWZZ5rR6vIaEnFAs8lbdVHpmbDQtzsgo-pI_7CokrsH5siQVf1aM7FLmbibkkU/s1600-h/IMG_2448.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424186340792541330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8nH24Mkct7m8FSjWbq6uGwkgtHKYnPUg3MCllxUX3vgHlonz8OQhO5JS8wDvnupcPxduBnCq_LdZYAWZZ5rR6vIaEnFAs8lbdVHpmbDQtzsgo-pI_7CokrsH5siQVf1aM7FLmbibkkU/s320/IMG_2448.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEyYVvb_pPd715DM9jiM_0LhEoMcKfbzvf9M0wZahpwMqZAv6KhU5AlJnHiIcVCrLdnOAadN_HDPV32qQjM1cjSpHvQO9UxIfN47TkTBG8B_b1_ye4Xo5_EW0S69Cb6C1oHfzVjL35N18/s1600-h/IMG_2452.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424186334709422146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEyYVvb_pPd715DM9jiM_0LhEoMcKfbzvf9M0wZahpwMqZAv6KhU5AlJnHiIcVCrLdnOAadN_HDPV32qQjM1cjSpHvQO9UxIfN47TkTBG8B_b1_ye4Xo5_EW0S69Cb6C1oHfzVjL35N18/s320/IMG_2452.JPG" /></a> Christmas Eve was nice. This was the off year for my family's Christmas which meant all of the boring married siblings were at the in-laws so it was me, my little sister, and my parents. It was really quiet and frankly kind of strange but it was good. We went and saw Avatar which was AWESOME and I got to talk to Zach on the phone. That was soo good! He got permission from his mission president to call me on Christmas Eve because Christmas was for the family so it was so much fun to talk to him on Christmas Eve. He sounded really good and he's loving his mission and it was just normal to talk to him because he is so close to coming home (less than 4 months left now!!). Me and Lauren opened up our Christmas PJ's so we took some cheesy pictures in them.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTSrRekHFVcRfryKxyAv3Ln8zDjCJvVxYwXgcr5AZ0AP0AV_bNrLDD9E-xg2SuYKkEy__XBS-cbegj_zwYVPT2smG0KBFbl5lEhWzH45QPx3YZmIyGcI0aaNCnbwxKZqtDCUoMaxnJ8eI/s1600-h/IMG_2484.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424186326468177234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTSrRekHFVcRfryKxyAv3Ln8zDjCJvVxYwXgcr5AZ0AP0AV_bNrLDD9E-xg2SuYKkEy__XBS-cbegj_zwYVPT2smG0KBFbl5lEhWzH45QPx3YZmIyGcI0aaNCnbwxKZqtDCUoMaxnJ8eI/s320/IMG_2484.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgivrbOqh7ZD9yoedNygN26FJGFmb1dKNXhWcJAC_jqBdM7ErZcST26Zmt7hFlWKJ7W3gTkdlWBkMsTXeQlTzpuyIcC6KHvO7lJEKIyzhjf4r2GstIiLcCg0b8d1Bujd0BM3s9IsQiFf9U/s1600-h/IMG_2496.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424186315376115810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgivrbOqh7ZD9yoedNygN26FJGFmb1dKNXhWcJAC_jqBdM7ErZcST26Zmt7hFlWKJ7W3gTkdlWBkMsTXeQlTzpuyIcC6KHvO7lJEKIyzhjf4r2GstIiLcCg0b8d1Bujd0BM3s9IsQiFf9U/s320/IMG_2496.JPG" /></a><br />Dustin and Kaley stopped by that night to visit and open sibling gifts. This scarf and gloves is what I got from them.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNAEp0J-yB78p-uCxMV9bTZYbFwVNzacuurRrzAye1VLAcUY_3X-unyqcqE6rXdIPDLp4QVy9FGRkiundaEi2jau8zNTSoN1gS3ZrHeDc1ozezNJ22wtd-bFXS7H_EkGKzzLOqiR6nB70/s1600-h/IMG_2511.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424185711677711138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNAEp0J-yB78p-uCxMV9bTZYbFwVNzacuurRrzAye1VLAcUY_3X-unyqcqE6rXdIPDLp4QVy9FGRkiundaEi2jau8zNTSoN1gS3ZrHeDc1ozezNJ22wtd-bFXS7H_EkGKzzLOqiR6nB70/s320/IMG_2511.JPG" /></a> My dad got a marshmallow gun for his gift at his company party so when Dustin got a hold of it he was having a little too much fun. He was trying to shoot a pillow that Lauren would throw in the air. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvJ-lnSeN0ThbrFHzdM6dx3rkHd7zvh1M2UVRnojVs-blbedWPW69rXt1DktZfnauZK0s_LTva07RyyFRwvRPb6dRmEIUekK_ZyjNueHKcLWxNoUVZreoNtYvLop8BRmkWxU0t_LZIkk/s1600-h/IMG_2520.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424185701924181746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvJ-lnSeN0ThbrFHzdM6dx3rkHd7zvh1M2UVRnojVs-blbedWPW69rXt1DktZfnauZK0s_LTva07RyyFRwvRPb6dRmEIUekK_ZyjNueHKcLWxNoUVZreoNtYvLop8BRmkWxU0t_LZIkk/s320/IMG_2520.JPG" /></a> Then when he went to sit down on the back of his heels, he ripped his pajama pants that he just barely got from Kaley's parents that day.</div><div> </div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlLvQ1MY_Gs9nrFS0B4IQvkHtIhA4rDVGTXHHgQrW6opueBiO8veip6z83yIqguB58AHppFjl8osOMw1e2P4aqkm5SKTzdR-L-uCOWAIohXHElEH51119RXmhCAFsQYyafqyTz33F6ziw/s1600-h/IMG_2522.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424185700631650978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlLvQ1MY_Gs9nrFS0B4IQvkHtIhA4rDVGTXHHgQrW6opueBiO8veip6z83yIqguB58AHppFjl8osOMw1e2P4aqkm5SKTzdR-L-uCOWAIohXHElEH51119RXmhCAFsQYyafqyTz33F6ziw/s320/IMG_2522.JPG" /></a> Then Christmas was just fun and lazy as it usually is and me and Lauren both got sweet new phones so we spent all day playing with them and trying to figure them out.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3KQuSXMW4enyOO9Crxz8ng9ATbmApUbtIwojzzfsxFpZYoaKM68oriGHjfeYuGYQNhjeKeXqH8lGuNHv9xwy46oIKSJX5jRG3ZyAKKwsrPm9fwaGIS1M1ZTHePw_1RvE1g4PtcH2aU00/s1600-h/IMG_2526.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424185691422378962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3KQuSXMW4enyOO9Crxz8ng9ATbmApUbtIwojzzfsxFpZYoaKM68oriGHjfeYuGYQNhjeKeXqH8lGuNHv9xwy46oIKSJX5jRG3ZyAKKwsrPm9fwaGIS1M1ZTHePw_1RvE1g4PtcH2aU00/s320/IMG_2526.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BxOhpR1huTYcMDPpGOPxzVc7TRLM0ZrplKgTUNqPSSLi8rX_yPZpQcTkjjVlhiBiQa3_rHz2IaA7EBbrkOvU9GcNLTQARbxrfgyasW0mUC83S3yxlU94gFv-DGKodp79y2m4fWaSkDk/s1600-h/IMG_2525.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424185680922972498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BxOhpR1huTYcMDPpGOPxzVc7TRLM0ZrplKgTUNqPSSLi8rX_yPZpQcTkjjVlhiBiQa3_rHz2IaA7EBbrkOvU9GcNLTQARbxrfgyasW0mUC83S3yxlU94gFv-DGKodp79y2m4fWaSkDk/s320/IMG_2525.JPG" /></a><br /><div>All in all, Christmas was great and it's been nice to have a break. Next step, get back into college and find a job! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-74143552614878215862009-12-12T12:34:00.000-07:002009-12-15T23:22:54.152-07:00Eddie Would Go!So this past Tuesday, December 8, 2009, all of us decided that we were going to quit college for a day because the epic Eddie Aikau surf competition was going to happen. For those of you who don't know who Eddie Aikau is, he is a legendary surfer from Hawaii. He was pretty much the best of the best. It didn't matter how big the waves were, Eddie would always paddle out and surf them. That's where the famous phrase "Eddie would go" comes from. One day he went on a trip with about 16 crew members sailing off to Tahiti. The winds and waves started getting crazy and the canoe cap sized. The crew was out there for a really long time and Eddie was trying to convince the captain to let him paddle back to shore and get help. The captain finally let him go and a little while later a rescue helicopter came and saved all of the crew members and the search for Eddie lasted for a week but he was never found. Some people say he's still out there surfing the waves because nothing was ever found. So if the waves are big enough at Waimea beach then they have the Eddie Aikau surf competition. The waves have to be over 20-30 feet and surfers have to be invited to surf in it. The last time it happened was about 5 years ago because the waves haven't been big enough. There were thoughts that it might happen on Tuesday so we all got up at like 6 in the morning and headed for the North Shore around 6:30. Many people signed up for the free online text that lets people know if it's going to happen or not. Our friend got the text that said it was on and we were good to go. Many people skipped work and as soon as they got the text they went running. Needless to say, I have never seen North Shore so packed before.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQMeNaRFATYDILnpY8Dznfbq4OtjngP9uSpQ2nCtfcmS4YUrZa6T7fnb_CbENhyphenhyphenosdMnjGFMK3uvH5UudU1zolxrHD4UxZBZ9EuouSAaW1LOvNdg25XWe5cqs2jPxCu0nnm3WgcinhaeA/s1600-h/IMG_1509.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414439755520743666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQMeNaRFATYDILnpY8Dznfbq4OtjngP9uSpQ2nCtfcmS4YUrZa6T7fnb_CbENhyphenhyphenosdMnjGFMK3uvH5UudU1zolxrHD4UxZBZ9EuouSAaW1LOvNdg25XWe5cqs2jPxCu0nnm3WgcinhaeA/s320/IMG_1509.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIHzbbRL4r-WrjKHNeyj7UEOxvrZAvyJAkx9yvIp7_C2vV6x50WPFvA9B-GrqbZ5E8Ios_gl3B9C4IfIrmoSjd7FZP5qF23aq3wZbbeycn_Z7T3Hs5X3xdn9Bk97rNDsyJZL4H9tyAI7o/s1600-h/IMG_1484.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414439750495199042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIHzbbRL4r-WrjKHNeyj7UEOxvrZAvyJAkx9yvIp7_C2vV6x50WPFvA9B-GrqbZ5E8Ios_gl3B9C4IfIrmoSjd7FZP5qF23aq3wZbbeycn_Z7T3Hs5X3xdn9Bk97rNDsyJZL4H9tyAI7o/s320/IMG_1484.JPG" /></a> Here are some awesome pictures that my friend John Remington took of the competition. You can see how big the waves are by how little the surfers look on them. Look close! Brandon Long ended up taking first and Kelly Slater took second and I can't remember who took third... Sorry! But it was AWESOME!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAcdTbhU5HgXIw_oReg3pqGgxLOY1nTr94ahyphenhyphenitN6ZPqCboqDJbZYFDakEsHazsw4n3TYni398X1Bgor19kkPAPcvk4SUOCINjS7-onBVyfs9I5gmkr-beqm4ul2nd4qMiEYOeg9AK8TQ/s1600-h/IMG_1590.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414439746771864882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAcdTbhU5HgXIw_oReg3pqGgxLOY1nTr94ahyphenhyphenitN6ZPqCboqDJbZYFDakEsHazsw4n3TYni398X1Bgor19kkPAPcvk4SUOCINjS7-onBVyfs9I5gmkr-beqm4ul2nd4qMiEYOeg9AK8TQ/s320/IMG_1590.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfK8LgkWo68aGirRVRPAF-BoX9YuH8QcjpECEhaVHImx2RVPkQrw0n9xqVP-BrAX5-8CJnDg2J_CzRyYwRnKRLVg61-5McQ4sWQsACLYF7Ube7D2QziGOSPkmFU5PCSFvBztHghNEieLw/s1600-h/IMG_1594.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414439744214501506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfK8LgkWo68aGirRVRPAF-BoX9YuH8QcjpECEhaVHImx2RVPkQrw0n9xqVP-BrAX5-8CJnDg2J_CzRyYwRnKRLVg61-5McQ4sWQsACLYF7Ube7D2QziGOSPkmFU5PCSFvBztHghNEieLw/s320/IMG_1594.JPG" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikuG4CdZgELoPUFC-yDD64zNQ8-kJC25rWwQdtCma3uByoBPSsiJXoVL-rT4LcMzm9uwsHocJQeJYWoO3FJ38eWwXPYBcT3QEPho2VK0JKgm1eQKB5ZF4tPUTdwHcmYdHD6FAO3p-Lvkg/s1600-h/IMG_1539.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414439737297581410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikuG4CdZgELoPUFC-yDD64zNQ8-kJC25rWwQdtCma3uByoBPSsiJXoVL-rT4LcMzm9uwsHocJQeJYWoO3FJ38eWwXPYBcT3QEPho2VK0JKgm1eQKB5ZF4tPUTdwHcmYdHD6FAO3p-Lvkg/s320/IMG_1539.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdvvWq-bRPdfBh452OqNB7pn_40obnQMhIaWxH1qc_QPzTjWhHDjjRdcPrxpmHi0TljaXF-hvtl31OkuC8d9F35Fc_jwUbKE337hKZpQaz8Ci7So4rLYU8jamvVKRQ0Y6NZ-UDqZjADE4/s1600-h/IMG_1555.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414439280666747010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGqSE-F5JDyRA-O9HLT1rcgCivyaXh11tZ6kT9hkxaWjCmAiWauDFJSTDP2xqMCegBBP3N0q6qmHLJOg3dkbRodJWlHeIwth0pCYfjDBiNoSD1EgNfytYo7NeO-KL1VrcA0HfPkCKji2c/s320/IMG_1583.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-24434849882080110722009-11-18T19:56:00.000-07:002009-11-18T20:23:30.581-07:00~*Fall Ball*~Well it's taken me awhile to blog about this but I'm finally getting around to it! On Nov. 6th our school had a dance called Fall Ball. It was at the Ala Moana hotel in Waikiki and the theme was "Once Upon a Dream." My friend, Spencer Scanlan, asked me to go with him and we decided that we wanted to go all out but look different. It said the dance was formal but most people there were dressed in really fancy church dresses so needless to say, we stuck out like sore thumbs. As soon as we walked in the door it seemed like every head turned in our direction and stared us down. He actually pulled off the prince outfit really well. He even sewed on some red ribbon to his church pants and had a sword. It was pretty awesome. As soon as he took off his belt that was over top of the shirt people were mistaking him for Michael Jackson though. It was pretty funny. Just wait till you see it. I didn't like everyone staring at me very much but I did get a lot of compliments and it was a lot of fun (besides the fact that everyone kept stepping on my dress while I was trying to bust a move on the dance floor).<br /><br />Here are the pictures of us all ready to go, waiting for the boys to come pick us up. This is me and Alexis. Shout out to my roommates Becca, who was so kind to do our hair for us, and Ashlen for doing my make up. Thanks girls!!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit77G0P0CyAHeGWc5kWx6ZobvqNvGQqdvL309J4-NFLCFK3BKKu938vJ-Um0eYiX8H4YMN8v93gsbkATyCHJpP7BWJ61H-kBlKan8ADVJxZFC8egU361CXtxAb_nCq9Iti6ch7zLcYkVY/s1600/DSCF5389.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405643986063163442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit77G0P0CyAHeGWc5kWx6ZobvqNvGQqdvL309J4-NFLCFK3BKKu938vJ-Um0eYiX8H4YMN8v93gsbkATyCHJpP7BWJ61H-kBlKan8ADVJxZFC8egU361CXtxAb_nCq9Iti6ch7zLcYkVY/s320/DSCF5389.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center"><em>All 3 of us excited and ready to go! Me, Alexis, and Danna</em></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pOkpqfcCwgn_5d3wNXBrplX8NswiDCjUlfMSkS4C9bJmkTcR4GNwSNnn5eXOPDijShb4XLmEBrDYTBuYkmeMn7-gONz-UWRKm8XTkLAEtS2KwzwXHQ1c4z1dPZF32G1LooIC0Oq0Q0Q/s1600/DSCF5394.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405643983937883586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pOkpqfcCwgn_5d3wNXBrplX8NswiDCjUlfMSkS4C9bJmkTcR4GNwSNnn5eXOPDijShb4XLmEBrDYTBuYkmeMn7-gONz-UWRKm8XTkLAEtS2KwzwXHQ1c4z1dPZF32G1LooIC0Oq0Q0Q/s320/DSCF5394.jpg" /></a><em><br /></em><div align="center"><em>Our excitement slowly began to wear off because the boys were very late (like 45 mins late). These are our frustrated faces. Plus, it was getting so hot in our house, hence my dress is pulled up past my knees.</em></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ApHy5btgYj0sINJDLEUwltqDNaLVMGyeNASyzQK0wl8I61kWoUCZmnm3IOrJgNIwrHnbDVgv_30YSfWL9nwhifi6GY4qw-f0sgnY9WIfObKSd3EkqqzQjJhwtNf3VYbJVQsshmbrLcY/s1600/DSCF5397.jpg"><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405643983124003570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ApHy5btgYj0sINJDLEUwltqDNaLVMGyeNASyzQK0wl8I61kWoUCZmnm3IOrJgNIwrHnbDVgv_30YSfWL9nwhifi6GY4qw-f0sgnY9WIfObKSd3EkqqzQjJhwtNf3VYbJVQsshmbrLcY/s320/DSCF5397.jpg" /></em></a><em><br /></em><em>They finally got there! This is the whole gang (from left to right) Huka, Danna, me, Spencer, Alma, and Alexis<br /></div></em><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFhojEHRJJUtI2I1LQmeEQDYJi4IDgUYAOpsGZVlpTHrsclYuPoZL-pYZlOoVrMq1NRlpuEJwRDjwn4uqtsVoBVXOUrMSEdW13RbNJmW7GFWnzMwKnX2BeaxQEyoSvdZNaWrTJ6xAyElM/s1600/DSCF5404.jpg"><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405643977477626290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFhojEHRJJUtI2I1LQmeEQDYJi4IDgUYAOpsGZVlpTHrsclYuPoZL-pYZlOoVrMq1NRlpuEJwRDjwn4uqtsVoBVXOUrMSEdW13RbNJmW7GFWnzMwKnX2BeaxQEyoSvdZNaWrTJ6xAyElM/s320/DSCF5404.jpg" /></em></a><em><br /></em>It took us SOOO long to find that stupid hotel! We were in the car for about 2 hours and we were driving around the hotel for about 30 mins. We stopped and asked 3 different people for directions and then we finally found it! We just parked in the mall parking lot and walked because we didn't want to waste our time finding the hotel parking lot. This is mine and Alexis's struggle faces. We were so happy to be out of that stupid car.</div><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisKgRGuJoOTTiQZdXP_UqphhMoLx1XTuEazptxUaFMxVBYT2m0blf1JRsv3Kj0wkF0Y5QaVTaCzSw3TnR95Ua76zmGLKuiUElPkJKcZ67niqUl0DTwg5IUIas-kV1wL08JcDRnzrHWJwc/s1600/DSCF5406.jpg"><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405643683941040594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisKgRGuJoOTTiQZdXP_UqphhMoLx1XTuEazptxUaFMxVBYT2m0blf1JRsv3Kj0wkF0Y5QaVTaCzSw3TnR95Ua76zmGLKuiUElPkJKcZ67niqUl0DTwg5IUIas-kV1wL08JcDRnzrHWJwc/s320/DSCF5406.jpg" /></em></a><em> </em></div><div align="center"><em>Just us girls in front of the decorations<br /><br /></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUPnROc6g8ZZ6pbCcKOLp3FiwM6FSZ0O4IGjPcNbDOBsmIsTjMTCNmII3ha_PnEBwAl72_M7EkwnpstxNq5MT8QD1AFdtZxyl42yXu2Mc5os4VUdqoW7JvjkffTs-j-LBFgz3OPueEefE/s1600/DSCF5426.jpg"><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405643680039126834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUPnROc6g8ZZ6pbCcKOLp3FiwM6FSZ0O4IGjPcNbDOBsmIsTjMTCNmII3ha_PnEBwAl72_M7EkwnpstxNq5MT8QD1AFdtZxyl42yXu2Mc5os4VUdqoW7JvjkffTs-j-LBFgz3OPueEefE/s320/DSCF5426.jpg" /></em></a><em><br />The whole group again</em><br /><em><br /></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikMZ45qqHHrXO0coAHAW-oNpS-9pSHOZAGiYnOsFXzm6AgxSCYyc2fSshmW0ech43DZiHc8vDkQdisfsIMeip9f6ZudKaSnHXCYYsvAU2uxU7YEMRXR-wuj3j1wO0AtNVAm0PszZyeTh0/s1600/DSCF5428.jpg"><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405643677582290930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikMZ45qqHHrXO0coAHAW-oNpS-9pSHOZAGiYnOsFXzm6AgxSCYyc2fSshmW0ech43DZiHc8vDkQdisfsIMeip9f6ZudKaSnHXCYYsvAU2uxU7YEMRXR-wuj3j1wO0AtNVAm0PszZyeTh0/s320/DSCF5428.jpg" /></em></a><em></em><br /><em>Me and Alexis during our sweat fest at the dance. It was so hot in there!<br /></em><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4reZJUKJCmS5IzW6VYESeTXzqzjUvo8OHCPaRofT_BtGFWTeDFB044Jb-M-DXUlyAVAQPMvg5yqet6uCCoKxzH2y40lZ-LzKLUBVRddFybpJMIQYQMqouIQU9ivBdps1xGknjZNosOw/s1600/DSCF5429.jpg"><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405643670089724258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4reZJUKJCmS5IzW6VYESeTXzqzjUvo8OHCPaRofT_BtGFWTeDFB044Jb-M-DXUlyAVAQPMvg5yqet6uCCoKxzH2y40lZ-LzKLUBVRddFybpJMIQYQMqouIQU9ivBdps1xGknjZNosOw/s320/DSCF5429.jpg" /></em></a><em><br /></em>After the dance we all went to Denny's to get some food/dessert and then they just took us home, because it was like 3 in the morning at this point. It was a lot of fun!</div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMsZoSicJcbZvYKS6Qp0ufItKLrs5lK0cdysFXd-P5iDcUN9mfZAsxsiOdQzzeUPP7dHCzXT3ezTpEg3U02N-GjBE-FTuqvBD5a2gX8_08VPmAvZC8r2cXKaTYEZt7TlVaRUVVe5yWY1A/s1600/DSCF5437.jpg"><em></em></a><div></div></div></div></div>Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-61105605882565593782009-11-15T21:07:00.000-07:002009-11-15T21:34:58.985-07:00Reality CheckSo I wanted to blog about an unfortunate event that I experienced last night. That way it's a way of journaling so I can remember my thoughts on it. Last night I had the sad chance of helping out in any way I could with a car accident that occured just right by my house. I live on Kamehameha Highway which is the busy road that people use to get around the island. Well, it turns out that there was this 19 year old kid who was driving somewhere with a 23 year old in the passenger seat and another kid in the back. He was going pretty fast as he was attempting to pass somebody. He lost control and hit part of the bridge and flipped and rolled the car. (the report says that alcohol was probably a factor). There were many people that heard the crash and went running. We didn't hear anyhting until the sirens started speeding down the highway and we ran outside to see what happened.<br /><br />Some of my friends went down to see what happened and my buddy Amraa went down to see if there was anything they could do to help. As me and my friend started making our way down there, my friend Bryan told us to stop because he said that we don't want to see that. I won't go in to any gory details, but my friends said there was nothing they could do because the passenger was already dead and the others "didn't look good." So as we were walking back we unfortunately saw the families running towards the wreckage and heard the reaction when they saw what happened. I couldn't stand listening to that so we walked back towards our house.<br /><br />We were just all standing around because we didn't know what to do with ourselves. My friends who had seen the accident were stone-faced and pale and we just didn't know what to do. We saw a short lady dressed in dark clothes flagging down cars on the freeway to get them to stop and turn around because they were closing down that part of the highway and wouldn't let anyone through. So that's when we found something to do. We got some flashlights and about 5 of us were flagging cars down and telling them to turn around and letting them know what happened. The cops brought us some flares to line the road with because they had to work on crowd control and such. The saddest part about flagging cars down was knowing every car that had family or friends in it. They rushed to a stop, got out, and just started booking it down the highway towards all the flashing lights and crowds of people.<br /><br />We were out there till about 1:30 in the morning but they didn't open the highway back up till about 4. Needless to say, this was a very sad night and a HUGE reality check. It really makes you think about life and how no day is guaranteed. So many people go through life thinking, "it's ok, I'll do it tomorrow." or "I'll tell them I love them tomorrow." But what if tomorrow never comes? I know it sounds cliche to be saying things like this, but every day really is a blessing and you can't put things off. Tell the people you love that you love them because they could be taken from this earth in an instant. You never know what's going to happen to you or anyone else that you know or love so you can't afford to take things for granted. We get so caught up in day to day tasks that we seem to forget to tell people how much we appreciate and love them. So tell them that you love them, every day!<br /><br />I know this is a really long post but just one more thing. It also made me so grateful for the knowledge I have of this gospel and what happens after this life. There are so many people out there that don't know what's going to happen to them when they die and they think that when their family members and friends die, that's the end and they'll never see them again. It's always hard to lose someone you love and care about, it's never going to be easy, but at least we have the hope of the after life and knowing that we will see those people again someday. Just like I never got closure with my Grandma Waite passing away. I wasn't able to go to the funeral and I still have not been to her grave site in Utah, but I know that she's happy with my Grandpa and that I will see them both again someday. I'm so thankful for that. I can't even imagine how bleak and depressing this life would be if there was no hope for an even better life after this.<br /><br />Sorry about the wordy post with no pictures, I just wanted to make sure I wrote down all my thoughts and feelings to remember this in the future. Take advantage of every single day and enjoy the time you have with your loved ones and friends. TELL THEM YOU LOVE THEM EVERY CHANCE YOU GET!!Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-79663066072094882562009-11-12T19:35:00.000-07:002009-11-12T19:53:34.965-07:00Twilight ObsessionIn celebration of the latest Twilight movie, New Moon, premiering in exactly a week from tomorrow, I changed my blog background and decided to blog about Twilight! My friends and I are thinking about getting midnight showing tickets but there is only one theater left on the island that hasn't completely sold out of tickets and it's in Mililani which is an hour away. We still might go but if we don't go to the midnight showing, then we'll be going very soon after it comes out.<br /><br />I don't know what it is about Twilight that gets me but I absolutely love the books and I can't even wait for this new movie to come out. I've seen every trailer and it looks so much better then the first one. I know that the movies aren't going to follow the books exactly but I still love them and I get a lot of enjoyment out of them. :) All in all, let the countdown begin! T-minus 7 days until the premier of NEW MOON!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivO7a5SoxSgVcdzdQnPtTO7_GvXZJ-9u51mHW9guvR1CqP4clSLqDdInMACaxlC7JZdNZChE5e9JTWXt37eh-36BN-SMzoQvitHyV7IV8f_0KxBMZhaa5tR6-MBv2XvZQ_ZSrGN5CH4ow/s1600-h/new+moon.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403414251341329026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivO7a5SoxSgVcdzdQnPtTO7_GvXZJ-9u51mHW9guvR1CqP4clSLqDdInMACaxlC7JZdNZChE5e9JTWXt37eh-36BN-SMzoQvitHyV7IV8f_0KxBMZhaa5tR6-MBv2XvZQ_ZSrGN5CH4ow/s320/new+moon.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjup1PRFh6JfDuN6bMxgmt1WIrcJWWqh1RLeGElLswKIP9lBqdaIYhbr49fsn6Z4ZfM18PSthm1BxyTS7J0Iy857wGQ6u6nUxoELQJFjzhQa0AM24JkKYn2n60w1Qq4IaZO9HK4mDCKXWU/s1600-h/new+moon+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403414250909695106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjup1PRFh6JfDuN6bMxgmt1WIrcJWWqh1RLeGElLswKIP9lBqdaIYhbr49fsn6Z4ZfM18PSthm1BxyTS7J0Iy857wGQ6u6nUxoELQJFjzhQa0AM24JkKYn2n60w1Qq4IaZO9HK4mDCKXWU/s320/new+moon+2.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIadIEZM8kIoE04hu-CYth9I0tLhYjpDCj_OJ-prnZlQvznE6nXBwxX11yHS8KuqgQloKoc3zGV5I45GYnogYutrkH25gL136IQcmiT1MSkM5ySGojsIqpmOzOACAHs-MiHRC9IhqDE50/s1600-h/new+moon+3.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403414244564702930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIadIEZM8kIoE04hu-CYth9I0tLhYjpDCj_OJ-prnZlQvznE6nXBwxX11yHS8KuqgQloKoc3zGV5I45GYnogYutrkH25gL136IQcmiT1MSkM5ySGojsIqpmOzOACAHs-MiHRC9IhqDE50/s320/new+moon+3.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605375014104032008.post-21526839861735052962009-11-09T11:19:00.000-07:002009-11-09T11:30:49.578-07:00HalloweenSo I have to admit, normally I don't like Halloween. It just seems like a pointless holiday to me unless you're a little kid who gets to dress up as your favorite super hero and go around to houses and get candy. I stopped trick or treating when I was in middle school and ever since I just haven't really seen the point of it. However, this Halloween was actually a lot of fun. Everyone in my house thought that we should all dress up together as a group costume. I was a little worried that they wouldn't turn out but we actually looked pretty freakin awesome! We all dressed up as the characters from Peter Pan/Hook. We went to Wal-Mart in Mililani the night before Halloween to get some costume things and then started piecing everything together. On Oct. 30th we had a school Halloween dance that was a lot of fun and then on Halloween we just went to the volleyball game in our costumes (where I was on TV) and went to Denny's in Kaneohe. I couldn't find a green dress for my costume, because I was Tinker Bell, so we proceeded to buy green fabric and wrap it around and pin it in random places. It actually turned out really well! It was a lot of fun!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5MpfqZcTo7wOYO1jjz07xODClp4t4lxNEhAKD5akvCz444mlA52s-WuL5JlKJ4lMzd7j9K93Si9k0fWO4mebdeTozATBTVv2REF8rK0YVArEcA65_rma9yhpqYI9wrSNCvhFY-FsgmA/s1600-h/DSCF5261.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402171184692932466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5MpfqZcTo7wOYO1jjz07xODClp4t4lxNEhAKD5akvCz444mlA52s-WuL5JlKJ4lMzd7j9K93Si9k0fWO4mebdeTozATBTVv2REF8rK0YVArEcA65_rma9yhpqYI9wrSNCvhFY-FsgmA/s320/DSCF5261.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbj0bTOepVcyBi-BxBKab8VYMx0JyAHS1F5Kpdg_MUlMOb_M6Uls_KQCPulqiI4Bavlysl5TfRP17jEw4nzi2-LSGPIN1PFzLO_oy-sp_0VxI2bAcusm0PLdfLhlhdWcbXzjrEwGFqOc/s1600-h/DSCF5280.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402171181146996994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbj0bTOepVcyBi-BxBKab8VYMx0JyAHS1F5Kpdg_MUlMOb_M6Uls_KQCPulqiI4Bavlysl5TfRP17jEw4nzi2-LSGPIN1PFzLO_oy-sp_0VxI2bAcusm0PLdfLhlhdWcbXzjrEwGFqOc/s320/DSCF5280.JPG" /></a> Since Rufio (leader of the Lost Boys in Hook) isn't pictured in our group picture below, we had to get a single one of him. Ivan Goldtooth isn't very good at making scary faces because he just starts laughing. This was the best he could do. :) But doesn't he make a freakin awesome Rufio!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2zQAzay7ov1aiJWegIHU0UgcxZbipuiivoNwXJlw56ZhspMifTm4XfBHoG4fQRBihb-D_ZJqkfE5a9cjSrpGr1KUEuGFzd4RFQeb-bCi5wpCNfKHFmHoxLPtrakmrzMy7Cd03ZfBeFtM/s1600-h/DSCF5291.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402171174886277458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2zQAzay7ov1aiJWegIHU0UgcxZbipuiivoNwXJlw56ZhspMifTm4XfBHoG4fQRBihb-D_ZJqkfE5a9cjSrpGr1KUEuGFzd4RFQeb-bCi5wpCNfKHFmHoxLPtrakmrzMy7Cd03ZfBeFtM/s320/DSCF5291.jpg" /></a><br />Everyone in the group. Starting from left to right Jessica who was Wendy, Becca was the mermaid, Michelle didn't dress up, Kyle was Captain Hook, Whitney was Tiger Lily, Alexis and Bryan were the Lost Boys, and then I was Tinker Bell and Em was thee Peter Pan.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNjWtnzE4Px7IS-PT_oM_TFLvDg_nIfVlVfK8yJd5mFF_1n-SkuJ0vttUKrQ7yPB_3cTJHF-exG3O8_FzSrPfZBkkCwIIr8Z-gOhJu8Dv5QwUIi1eD1XUaVlzdAJrLBsbh0Ne399vuK0/s1600-h/DSCF5302.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402171168978373794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNjWtnzE4Px7IS-PT_oM_TFLvDg_nIfVlVfK8yJd5mFF_1n-SkuJ0vttUKrQ7yPB_3cTJHF-exG3O8_FzSrPfZBkkCwIIr8Z-gOhJu8Dv5QwUIi1eD1XUaVlzdAJrLBsbh0Ne399vuK0/s320/DSCF5302.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402171163068359698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFmCnVOvjZVVSisJwQbn7rsfuS_vSM_WQhNGbKnoS3Q9e_PkqZSDQVqNbbkhBHn5cfgxO24Y2c6ZQj2uRxmY7FvqWZNHpoiB4y1C0wIb3bf1de3Bqg2S_XPpCnpOZCgwPncj95nwEAGU/s320/DSCF5319.jpg" /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Zach and Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15506463397737467536noreply@blogger.com1