<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650</id><updated>2012-01-13T18:00:02.449-07:00</updated><category term='Lucy Dog'/><category term='9 weeks'/><category term='Thoughts of Children'/><category term='Dance'/><title type='text'>Ryan &amp; Mille</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-3334512011236966061</id><published>2010-10-04T19:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T19:25:38.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Along!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/TKp6g1c_eUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/B6KTTlZGGqc/s1600/DSC04883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524362597446416706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/TKp6g1c_eUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/B6KTTlZGGqc/s320/DSC04883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I am 35 weeks along.  Can I say "wow" Look at that belly! It just pops right out! No wonder I waddle around like a duck.  And yes...I really waddle. &lt;br /&gt;We're getting excited.  I'm washing baby clothes this very moment.....I was actually excited to do laundry so I could play in little boy clothes.  We'll see how long that lasts! &lt;br /&gt;Next item on the list is packing the diaper bag...what the heck do you put in those things anyway?  This is all a learning thing for sure!  Do you think it's too early to strap the car seat in?  :)  Anyway, just an update. Maybe next time I'll come with pictures of a little boy! Much more fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-3334512011236966061?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/3334512011236966061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=3334512011236966061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3334512011236966061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3334512011236966061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/10/moving-along.html' title='Moving Along!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/TKp6g1c_eUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/B6KTTlZGGqc/s72-c/DSC04883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-1240266711945489886</id><published>2010-09-24T22:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T22:26:53.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How the Summer went</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots has been going on this summer! It seems like I can't keep my head on straight! A few recent things. A few weeks ago Ryan's family had a huge get together for Grandpa Martin. He has been sick so we all got together one last time for a family dinner. Was a fun time. I really like this picture of Ryan and Grandpa. They are 2 of a kind! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/TJ11DE_9JpI/AAAAAAAAAO8/E5pEXqgPGXc/s1600/DSC04813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520697413968144018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/TJ11DE_9JpI/AAAAAAAAAO8/E5pEXqgPGXc/s320/DSC04813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture below is of Ryan's immediate family. Next to Ryan is Jaron's girlfriend Laura and she is holding Daphnie's little girl Lucy. Next to Laura is Jaron, Ryan's brother. Then Daphnie, Ryan's sister, then Chris, Daphnie's husband, then Ryan's mom Alice. Sitting below Alice is Ron, Ryan's dad. Then little Emma, also Daphnie's daughter is setting on Grandpa JoAnn's lap. And Grandpa Martin is holding Porter, Daphnies little boy. Porter was born in May, so he and Parks will be the same age!! That will be nice....or maybe lots of trouble! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/TJ11C54mdYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uBbPLW3mnFo/s1600/DSC04808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520697410984506754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/TJ11C54mdYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uBbPLW3mnFo/s320/DSC04808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't make any family trips this year. We have mostly been sticking around home due to my growing belly. Here are a few pics I haven't posted....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below is me at 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/TJ11C8cfaGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/iHXx1acg8cs/s1600/6+months2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520697411671910498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/TJ11C8cfaGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/iHXx1acg8cs/s320/6+months2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The picture below was taken at 7 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/TJ11CfNIULI/AAAAAAAAAOk/noQcoRv0CKQ/s1600/7+months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520697403822854322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/TJ11CfNIULI/AAAAAAAAAOk/noQcoRv0CKQ/s320/7+months.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally, picture below is the most recent, taken at 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/TJ11CAstQbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/FfbYJ-kah-Y/s1600/8+months+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520697395633799602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/TJ11CAstQbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/FfbYJ-kah-Y/s320/8+months+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm currently 34 weeks. Definitely getting ready. Starting to have lots of little complications. I guess thats the rules of the game. Visits to the doctor have been frequent, but so far little Parks is doing well. He has already turned upside down and positioned himself to come out the right way! Lets hope he doesn't decide to flip in the next few weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ankles have decided to welcome swelling and are now huge! See picture below...warning...you probably will be disgusted. I am. Thank heavens it's not summer cause I do not want to be showing these bad boys off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520701311493609234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/TJ14l8acFxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/SZ3MLUXwD8k/s320/34+week+cankles.bmp" border="0" /&gt;My shoes officially do not fit.  Not so bad I guess....free pass to wear flip flops to work.  My flip flops are more comfortable than shoes anyhow!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must be getting excited, every night I have dreams about my little man.  I sure hope he looks the same as the baby I'm dreaming of.  The little baby I pack around in my dreams is teeny tiny with a head full of brown hair and looks just like Ryan when he was a little baby.  Can't wait to see him.  I really can't wait to just get him out of my belly...it's getting hard to pack him around. Even though he isn't that big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, thats all for now.  Hopefully I can make a few more posts before Parks comes.  If not, I'll definitely be back for posting pictures of him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-1240266711945489886?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/1240266711945489886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=1240266711945489886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/1240266711945489886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/1240266711945489886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-summer-went.html' title='How the Summer went'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/TJ11DE_9JpI/AAAAAAAAAO8/E5pEXqgPGXc/s72-c/DSC04813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-7990562068085975622</id><published>2010-07-03T21:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T21:35:56.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Things</title><content type='html'>So...my last post kind of got deleted. I decided it was kind of wierd having my ultrasound on the blog. Maybe I was just being a grumpy pregnant woman that day, who knows, but anywho, I decided to save those pics for family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard, it is a boy. We decided to name him Parks Kenley Darrington. We wanted something different, and didn't want to stick with family names... didn't want to hurt any feelings. So it was easiest to come up with our own. Parks it is. We love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we bought for him....his bedding!  I ordered them today. I wanted to get it here so we could match paint colors and get his room painted. Plus, Im going to be making alot of the crib sheets, if it ends up being cheaper than buying them. We'll have to do some checking around. I suffer from matching syndrome, so I want his sheets to match his bedding as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489887889049470658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/TC__8suDRsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EprzMxaAQZE/s320/CribBedding.jpg" /&gt;Here is a picture.  Kind of hard to see.  I bought it from JCPenney.  I also bought the matching mobile.  There are so many different kinds of bedding out there, but when I saw this one, I wanted it.  It just seemed to fit.  I love the little dogs and the mobile is adorable with its little stuffed quilted dogs.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did get a registry done at Target as well.  Probably a little early, but thats ok.  I wanted to get it done.  We probably won't plan on any showers until October.  I think I spent 2-3 hours in that store looking over everything possible!  My feet definitely hurt after that was over.  Ryan wasn't feeling good, so he didn't come.  Good thing our tastes are the same so far.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm almost 22 weeks now.  Past half way, feeling good for the most part.  I might need a wheelchair for our trip to Florida in September....haha!  My feet get pretty sore after awhile, as does my back.  Maybe I should wear better shoes than flip flops...but its so hot thats all I want.  And they feel better on swollen feet.  Oh the joys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, just wanted to give an update!  Hope everyone has a great 4th! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-7990562068085975622?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/7990562068085975622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=7990562068085975622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/7990562068085975622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/7990562068085975622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/07/few-things.html' title='A Few Things'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/TC__8suDRsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EprzMxaAQZE/s72-c/CribBedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-7857006434125810277</id><published>2010-06-01T15:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:54:17.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that poppin?</title><content type='html'>Today . . . . .I am convinced that I am popping a bag of popcorn in my belly.  Thank you little Baby D.  Not quite sure what you're doing in there, but it's making for an interesting day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure can't wait for our ultrasound later this month...hopefully....crossing fingers....begging the doctor....   I'm dying to see this little one because it's moving all over the place! I haven't felt alot yet, but that popcorn popping is evidence that something funny is going on in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I get the feeling that I'm in for it the next few months....I'm thinking this little one is going to be kicking the heck out of my insides.  Is this a sign our kid is going to be ADD? Lol...I hope not!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,  Italian Nachos from JC's  are absolutely amazing to say the least.  Who would have ever known?  But....fresh salsa on the other hand...sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home in a few weeks to see the fam.  I can't wait.  My sis is coming all the way from New York.  Hooray! Haven't seen her since I got hitched, and haven't seen the kids for even longer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day weekend wasn't too exciting.  Ryan golfed and I got some shopping done.  The rest of the time we sat at home.  Kind of nice to relax anyhow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-7857006434125810277?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/7857006434125810277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=7857006434125810277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/7857006434125810277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/7857006434125810277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-that-poppin.html' title='What&apos;s that poppin?'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-1725544156013683122</id><published>2010-05-24T14:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:09:54.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16!</title><content type='html'>Alright,  here we are,  momma and baby.  16 weeks.  I'm growing. . . . in areas I didn't think I could grow!  All the sudden that lil belly popped out of nowhere.  I'm kind of glad it did, because before I just looked like I had a gut.  I'm not to picture friendly these days. . . I scare myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S_rosFj-jZI/AAAAAAAAANw/Abd7f14wfjQ/s1600/DSC04548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474944141127224722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S_rosFj-jZI/AAAAAAAAANw/Abd7f14wfjQ/s320/DSC04548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much to report. . . .in a couple weeks I have more blood testing and then hopefully on June 21st I can have an ultrasound.  We need to find out what this little bugger is!  I hate not being prepared.  I've never been able to run on the spur of a moment. Drives me bonkers.  This is driving me bonkers....much patience is needed!  And then I stress myself out even more when I realize how much "stuff" we are about to add to our house for this little baby...   I'm still trying to figure out where the queen bed and sewing room are going to go....and how they are going to be mixed in together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't had any wierdo cravings like some women have.  I do really like Cherry Limeade's from Sonic, and of course,  french fries.  And sometimes I really want oranges.  But thats about it!  The funny thing is,  everywhere I look, I see pregnant women.  I never noticed them before, but my....they are everywhere! :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Monday,  lets hope for a good week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-1725544156013683122?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/1725544156013683122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=1725544156013683122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/1725544156013683122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/1725544156013683122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/05/sweet-16.html' title='Sweet 16!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S_rosFj-jZI/AAAAAAAAANw/Abd7f14wfjQ/s72-c/DSC04548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-2055871804953215122</id><published>2010-05-10T16:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:54:48.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies, Puppies Everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Relax.... not real puppies! That wouldn't be good.... Anyway, So you all know I'm obsessed with fabric and I'm constantly searching online for the newest stuff for my bags and wallets. Well the other day I came across these little lovely's......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S-iJiFQWp-I/AAAAAAAAANg/MfHoew7MvSM/s1600/Puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469772966060795874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S-iJiFQWp-I/AAAAAAAAANg/MfHoew7MvSM/s320/Puppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S-iJh0UZVLI/AAAAAAAAANY/xmdf5LZyIg0/s1600/Stripe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469772961514345650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S-iJh0UZVLI/AAAAAAAAANY/xmdf5LZyIg0/s320/Stripe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes....I'm officially convinced that this is the most adorable fabric I've ever seen! I saw it and made up my mind, if we find out that our wee little lemon (size this week) is a boy, you can bet that there will be something in his room made with these  fabrics!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm contemplating doing my own crib bedding.....I might be completely out of my mind though. If I did it myself then I could pick exactly what I wanted. These two prints would be so cute mixed together for crib bedding...and even cuter if I were to throw in this print.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469774201519184082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S-iKp_slmNI/AAAAAAAAANo/ytXRKRPP6zE/s320/Paws.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm smitten.  These. Are. Perfect.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now for an update on how we've been doing.   Today starts my 2nd trimester.  Wohoo!  They say you're supposed to start feeling better....i'm thinking "they" are a bunch of liars.  :)  Or, maybe week 13 decided to end 1st trimester with intent of never being forgotten.  Here's how last week went....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Monday, came down with a sore throat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Tuesday, sore throat turned into a head cold.  Went to the doctor and he said, "Sorry, you can take tylenol and suck on some halls."  My thoughts, &lt;em&gt;ugh, I just paid you how much money to tell me that?  Why did I make an attempt to even come in here for help? And, thanks for freaking me out since you couldn't find my babies heartbeat for what seemed like a century!  &lt;/em&gt;This isn't my normal doctor,  I went to her husband because she doesn't work on Tuesdays. So I went home from work Tuesday afternoon in hopes of kicking this cold in the butt with a serious dose of "SLEEP"  Tylenol doesn't work. Tuesday night, chills, low fever and throw up.  Yep....pretty sure I've got the flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Wednesday, still throwing up everything I already threw up Tuesday and all Tuesday night.  I couldn't stop.  I was one crazy barfing machine.  Disgusting.  So......off to the doctor again.  But this time, both my doctors were out, so here we go with doctor number 3.  Thank heavens he is hot of the press, just out of medical school.  Pretty up to date on his stuff.  This guy checked to make sure I wasn't starving the baby since I was starving myself, found the heartbeat in less than 30 seconds and even helped my fat pregnant self up off the table.  How considerate! He knows how hard it is for a pregnant lady to set up, even though you're only 13 weeks, you still feel like a cow and you still can't move like a normal human. Or maybe I'm just not a normal human?? Doctor prescribed me a miracle pill.  Some dissolvable tablet.  The second that pill was dissolved, my stomach stopped hurting and the vomiting stopped immediately.  Thank you thank you thank you!! I could eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Now you tell me why they don't have a pill like that, that pregnant woman can take every day for nausea?*  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first doctor that comes out with that pill, and deems it safe to take during pregnancy, and as often as daily, is going to be the most loved doctor ever! He'll need to run, and run far far away because he'll be being chased and smothered by fat pregnant ladies all over! We'll just want to show him our gratitude for his invention.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Thursday, still a little sick.  Still didn't go to work, but was able to at least wash the blankets and the bedding.  I didn't want poor Ryan to get my flu bug!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow,  what a week huh....dear Mr. Flu Bug,  if you ever come back while I'm pregnant again, you will be so sorry.  AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-2055871804953215122?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/2055871804953215122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=2055871804953215122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/2055871804953215122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/2055871804953215122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/05/puppies-puppies-everywhere.html' title='Puppies, Puppies Everywhere!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S-iJiFQWp-I/AAAAAAAAANg/MfHoew7MvSM/s72-c/Puppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-4191328427850855626</id><published>2010-04-30T09:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:38:31.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavewoman at 13 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Well, it's that time of year again. Time for Fun Night at work. Every year our bank has an employee company party where they do awards and so forth. Last night was Fun Night for this year. Our theme was "Through The Decades" Our branch decided to dress up together as "cave people" I made my costume, this is how it turned out. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S9r2Vylc9eI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GsvEl8cu7BA/s1600/Cavewoman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465951951984063970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S9r2Vylc9eI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GsvEl8cu7BA/s320/Cavewoman.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not too bad. Only problem, it was FREEZING yesterday! So....I had to pull out the long sleeve shirt! Brr. Ryan insisted on taking my picture when I got home, as you can tell...he can't hold the camera still. Every picture he took was blurry! Thats ok, you get the gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also gonna use this as my 13 week picture! Ha...horrible because you can't see my belly. But it's there....oh yes...it's there and it's sticking out! A couple of our friends were teasing me and they said that if they didn't know that I was pregnant, they would have thought I was getting a gut! :( Sad face. hehe. Actually...if you look close, you can kind of see it. Too bad blogger doesn't let me draw an arrow. I knew I would show early because there really isn't anywhere else for it to go but straight out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my hips are expanding, which probably is a good thing, because I don't think a baby would come out of there! My rear is going to be J-Lo-ing it by the time I'm done I swear. Lets hope not....YIKES! All is good though, I was in desperate need of a few pounds. Just not too many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-4191328427850855626?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/4191328427850855626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=4191328427850855626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/4191328427850855626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/4191328427850855626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/04/cavewoman-at-13-weeks.html' title='Cavewoman at 13 Weeks'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S9r2Vylc9eI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GsvEl8cu7BA/s72-c/Cavewoman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-5979721839254130613</id><published>2010-04-22T21:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:09:00.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smarties...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S9EOJIHCxII/AAAAAAAAANI/a6BL9obxkWM/s1600/smarties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463163372935758978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S9EOJIHCxII/AAAAAAAAANI/a6BL9obxkWM/s320/smarties.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday the bank celebrated my b-day with cake and goody bags.  Well these little goody bags had smarties in them....well a few.  For some reason I was intrigued.  So I pulled a few out, ate them all up.  Next thing I know....I'm in the back room snatching every package of smarties from all those goody bags.  Geez!  Today....they're my favorite....and I'm all out! :(  I better be careful, or I'm going to weigh 500 lbs by the time this pregnancy is over.  Thank heavens smarties aren't too fattening.  But boy oh boy were they good!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also really crave strawberry lemonade.  Powerade or Country Time.  Albertsons was my best friend today because they had powerade on sale for .79!!!  YAY!  Time to grab a few extra strawberry lemonades.  Hooray.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...lastly....all the sudden my belly started poking out today....or maybe I'm just bloated?? Not sure...but there is definitely a little belly there.  Whoa.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-5979721839254130613?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/5979721839254130613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=5979721839254130613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/5979721839254130613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/5979721839254130613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/04/smarties.html' title='Smarties...'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S9EOJIHCxII/AAAAAAAAANI/a6BL9obxkWM/s72-c/smarties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-964925494475197262</id><published>2010-04-12T19:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:52:02.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Onesies &amp; T-Shirts!</title><content type='html'>Ok, as promised, here are the pictures of the onesies and the t-shirts I made for us to tell the parents!  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S8PKnuq_-gI/AAAAAAAAANA/RfUsLh0nZCY/s1600/DSC04228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459429957195266562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S8PKnuq_-gI/AAAAAAAAANA/RfUsLh0nZCY/s320/DSC04228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course I had to purchase the "newborn" size so I could run around and oohhh and ahh at how cute and little it was.  But..it's size certainly didn't help this little project.  I pulled the letters from my digi scrapbooking and printed them on fusible printable fabric.  Then, I cut them all out and ironed them on.  It was pretty time consuming, but SOO worth it for the surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S8PKnEl7FTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/yitKPQG_LEQ/s1600/DSC04230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459429945899685170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S8PKnEl7FTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/yitKPQG_LEQ/s320/DSC04230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, I wrapped them up in little packages trying to conceal any idea of what it might be.  Do you think they knew??  hehe...I have no idea either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S8PKmx2g0XI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Pzno0glYlN8/s1600/DSC04231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459429940868993394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S8PKmx2g0XI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Pzno0glYlN8/s320/DSC04231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Close up of my handiwork.  They were a little hard to read.  They said, "Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma, I can't wait 2 meet u. C u in 9 months, luv baby d"  3-9-10 (that was the date we found out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mailed them on a Thursday and luckily, they arrived on Friday!! I was super excited all day because I didn't know if I would receive any phone calls and I could just imagine them opening them....and what they were thinking.  It was a total shocker.  Noone even had a clue it was coming.  That's what made it so fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad called first.  He was super excited.  Mom called later, and of course she said that she had started crying.  I was glad that I decided to tell them in such a fun way.  I didn't just want to call them, and being 2 hours away made it kind of hard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan's parents are 45 minutes away from us, and we were going to see them the following Sunday for dinner.  So I decided to make some t-shirts for Ryan and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S8PKmdj11mI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZqDl1c0WZ4U/s1600/DSC04375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459429935421970018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S8PKmdj11mI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZqDl1c0WZ4U/s320/DSC04375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S8PKlxrF1JI/AAAAAAAAAMg/sLEu_RZSMYU/s1600/DSC04378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459429923641218194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S8PKlxrF1JI/AAAAAAAAAMg/sLEu_RZSMYU/s320/DSC04378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On these ones I used fabric scraps and fusible web. Cut out some letters and ironed them on as well.  I also treated them with some fray solution so they wouldn't fray too bad on the edges.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took Ryan's mom FOREVER to realize what was going on.  Once we got there we probably stood in the kitchen for 10 minutes until Grandpa Martin looked at Ryan and said, "Who's Daddy?"  I pointed and Ryan and Grandpa said, "You are?"  And then finally his mom turned around and said, "What are you guys talking about?"  She finally saw Ryan's shirt after he had  stood almost 2 feet from her for 15 minutes.  haha.  Not exactly as planned, but it was pretty funny.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta love the fam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-964925494475197262?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/964925494475197262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=964925494475197262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/964925494475197262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/964925494475197262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/04/onesies-t-shirts.html' title='Onesies &amp; T-Shirts!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S8PKnuq_-gI/AAAAAAAAANA/RfUsLh0nZCY/s72-c/DSC04228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-3305958809355644473</id><published>2010-04-12T10:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:03:23.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Little Noises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S8NN2XsZIdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2KBQmMjZ6yc/s1600/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was our 2nd appointment with the doctor. I was super excited because she told me last appointment that we would probably be able to pick up a heartbeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was right!  It didn't take long, as soon as she stuck that little ultrasonic device on my belly, there was a heartbeat and it was strong!!  Ryan's head immediately flew up, "Whoa, that is cool!"  Then he had to be funny and say, "Phew, I guess that means there is only one in there!" I have to admit...he is right.   If we had twins...holy moly...I don't know where they would both fit!  I'm not sure how one is going to fit in my belly! Let's hope that one isn't hiding.   This will be interesting for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my first embarrasing mood swing.  So I teach the sunbeams with another girl who is due any day now.  We have about 12 kids and only 2-3 are girls.  The rest...boys....rowdy obnoxious boys.   So I had my lesson all fixed up with a coloring activity and treats. Just in case my partner didn't make it.  She usually brings all the kid toys and the treats.  She's super duper good with them.   Well, apparently color pages are not a good idea.  It was great for one reason, and that one reason was that it kept them entertained the last part of class.  But the worst part...when we got to primary, those color pages immediately turned into toy guns, telescopes and paper airplanes.  How do 3 year olds come up with this stuff??  They were OUT OF CONTROL.  The two of us could not handle them.  They were shooting their guns, peering through their telescopes, throwing papers, moving chairs all over the primary room, stacking them, fighting over who's chair was who's.  Wow...it truly was a bad day.  So after we got them back to their parents I met up with Ryan and immediately started crying.  He was staring at me with the widest eyes I'd ever seen.  He didn't know what to think or what to do.  It was so random!!  Needless to say, we had to go home because I couldn't compose myself. Now that I think about it, it just makes me laugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about some serious hormones.  Whew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-3305958809355644473?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/3305958809355644473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=3305958809355644473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3305958809355644473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3305958809355644473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweetest-little-noises.html' title='The Sweetest Little Noises'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-4041977211922426812</id><published>2010-04-08T17:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T17:50:39.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Flinstones!</title><content type='html'>Is that how you spell that?  Flinstones..? or is it Flintstones??  Heck...I don't care, but hooray for those silly little kid vitamins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was a BAD day for little miss prego.  Dinner didn't set well and a combination of bad perfume really threw me for a loop.  I'm probably the biggest whiner ever, but I was even out from work on Monday.  So I called the doctor.  Finally, at 7:00 that night they called back with a different prescription vitamin and told me to take flinstone vitamins instead of prenatals.  Talk about a gift from god because I have only thrown up once since Tuesday! HOORAY!!!!  And I'm sleeping...no more waking up with horrible stomach aches.  Life is good this week.  Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy is looking up....and i'm only 2 months...whew....whiner...big big whiner.  And I can eat!  And different foods other than spaghetti, lasagna and goulash.  Ya...something about that tomato stuff had me drooling the last couple weeks.  It was all I could eat, and the only meat I could eat.  But now...we're movin on up to my homemade sweet &amp;amp; sour chicken, and fried chicken burgers. Hello tasty! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else is weird. . . I actually wake up at 2 or 3 every morning and start thinking about what I want for breakfast.  Cause I'm going to have to eat..and fast....or I'm going to be losing my stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pics I want to post of the little onesies that I made.  Telling the parents wasn't just a phone call, it was a full on event.  I'll have to post them later tonight if I can break away from the sewing machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I break away??  Well....GOOD NEWS!  FinnFancies is going into a local store.  SO SO excited! This could be my big debut.  lol....probably not.  But I'm excited to get my stuff out so I have a place to send potential customers.  Sometimes it's hard to compete in the gigantic online pool of amazing artists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week I have managed to cut 39 pouches, 20 wallets and 5 zipper pouches.  I'm now working on cutting the lining, applying that, and then sewing away.  The rest of the good news is that I haven't sliced my finger off yet.  I'm notorious for being a little clumsy with the rotary cutter.  My poor husband starts sweating when I pull that thing out.....gets a little nervous...  I doubt he wants a 3 fingered wife.  And I don't want to be the 3 fingered wife. Wierd. Just wierd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-4041977211922426812?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/4041977211922426812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=4041977211922426812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/4041977211922426812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/4041977211922426812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/04/yay-for-flinstones.html' title='Yay for Flinstones!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-1229955340162526308</id><published>2010-04-04T18:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:33:28.119-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9 weeks'/><title type='text'>9 Weeks</title><content type='html'>I've made it to 9 weeks.  The last 4 weeks have been horrible.  :(  I have been meaning to post some pics, but, I have been so sick I just haven't been able to do so.  Took this one today and I still look like I just died and came back to life.   My mom was very sick with me, so I was a little concerned that I would have the same problem.  Unfortunately, I do.  The sickness is all night, all morning, and then again after work.  And sometimes during the day. We go to the doctor again next Monday, so we'll see then if she has to put me on IV treatment.  Yikes....lets hope not! That won't be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a little belly, but not much.  Baby is only the size of grape!  The camo pants are the only pants that fit right now besides my work pants.  Thankfully those fit...since I have to wear them every day.  All my jeans...well those are out of the question.  I've been trying to find some and haven't found any in a small enough size that aren't 100.00 or more.  Looks like I might be going with the unbuttoned pants and the trusty belly band. And I swear my feet are growing... or maybe I've really lost my mind..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that pregnant women do all sorts of crazy stuff, well it's true.  Last week when I was driving home from doing some shopping, I couldn't remember which foot was supposed to press the brake pedal. And this should be easy because one foot does have to press on the clutch. duh!  Um....hint that maybe I should not be driving?  Good thing work is only like 2 miles away.  I forget peoples names, call them by different names, I'm a total clutz.  Let's just say that the beetle has had more than one drink spilled in the passenger seat in the last month.  Poor car is going to have to be seriously shampooed.  Good thing they were all clear drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time eating anything because of course...it just comes right back up.  I need the protein, but any meat makes me run for the bathroom.  Ground hamburger in spaghetti is about is meat as I can get! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...and clearly I need a tan!  Yikes....the paleness is horrid.  Spring, please come soon!  Anyway, thought I would give a little update.  Not much else to tell...just the normal story from any lil prego.    Next week's appointment we get to hear the heartbeat.  Well...maybe.  Doctor says she can always hear it at 10 weeks, but sometimes the parents can't pick it up.  Not sure if that means ultrasound or just some listening device...who knows!  We'll see soon enough! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S7ksYE9XrmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PCTibHSFgJk/s1600/DSC04360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456441215695695458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S7ksYE9XrmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PCTibHSFgJk/s320/DSC04360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-1229955340162526308?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/1229955340162526308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=1229955340162526308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/1229955340162526308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/1229955340162526308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/04/9-weeks.html' title='9 Weeks'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S7ksYE9XrmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PCTibHSFgJk/s72-c/DSC04360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-2360205071716279586</id><published>2010-03-20T22:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:35:40.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More on that later....</title><content type='html'>Alright, so in my last post I mentioned that I'm exhausted and taking a break from alot of important things in my life.  Well, here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're finally expecting a baby in November. My little "blueberry" (hehe, thats the size right now) is a bit more important that those other important things I'm "breaking" from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Finally, its our turn.  Finally. No more hounding us because we're finally preggo. Geez, I thought I was going to rip someone's head off if one more person asked when we would have kids.  :) It was hard to realize, but I believe that kids come on their own terms, and they come when its the right time.  May not seem like it, but they do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been nothing but a couch potato lately.  I'm just worn out! Dozing off at work, 15 minute naps at lunch time, and as soon as I get home and eat dinner, I'm on the couch and asleep again.  Last week is when the sickness started.  Mostly at night, which I was thankful for because I was at home and not at work.  But now I'm dealing with dizziness and constant stomach aches.  And food...food is repulsive.  Every last bit of it.  Blah!  Oh the joys! Hopefully this will all pass....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought it was time to share the news with my friends before it breaks out on Facebook.  hehe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-2360205071716279586?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/2360205071716279586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=2360205071716279586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/2360205071716279586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/2360205071716279586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-on-that-later.html' title='More on that later....'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-3989512086586784452</id><published>2010-03-17T16:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:46:55.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the world....</title><content type='html'>.....have we been?  Well, I'm not really sure!  Judging by the lack of posts on our blog, it appears that our family has disappeared into a black hole.  But don't you worry, we've made it out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been consuming myself into the wonderful world of "shopping".  Yep, shopping.  At least 2-3 times per week.  This couponing thing has been amazing.  I only spent $250.00 last month and saved over $300.00.  It will only get better as our stockpile grows.  I've managed to come home with a year supply of free body wash, toothpaste, and other items at rock bottom prices.  That stuff is not cheap, so getting it free was like Christmas for me!  Every Sunday afternoon I spend at least 2 hours sorting through my five newspapers and cutting coupons.  I've went from an envelope, to a 1 inch binder, to a huge zipper binder chuck full of coupons organized in baseball card sheet protectors.  I wouldn't be surprised if that binder weighed more than I do.  But, it's my gold mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lacking in the sewing department.  For some reason right before Christmas, I just got worn out.  Absolutely worn out.  It was tough keeping up with orders and keeping stocked online for the rush.  So I took a few weeks off and I haven't been able to jump back into the full swing of things.  More on that later....    My sewing machine is depressed, I'm just not spending enough time with it.  I found that I overwhelm myself.  Signing up for this and helping someone with that.  I've really got to learn to say no.  If you can believe it, I'm even taking a break from the Animal Shelter.  And that, my friends, was a tough decision.  I love volunteering there,  right now I will plan to maybe help with some fundraisers, but in the mean time, it's break time.  I've over exerted myself and I'm exhausted.  More on that later as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few other things,  Lucy is going bald.  haha,  just kidding.  My poor little Lucy dog has really bad skin allergies.  Well they got so bad that she started developing a bald spot on her back!  Serious.... her hair started falling out.  So I pulled on it and a huge chunk came out! Ahh!  So I took her to the vet and got her some meds.  Hair is growing back.  Thankfully, she's black, and white spot on her back is hard not to notice.  Poor thing.  Who ever knew that animals could suffer from the same crap humans do?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats all for now.  A touch on my "more on that later"  Later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey....well, he's behaving himself.  He was locked in the laundry room while we were gone to work for a month or so.  We couldn't have any more chewed up carpet.  I think he has learned his lesson. We started letting him out for a few hours at a time between our lunch hours and he was good.  So now we are back to full days out and he's not chewing on anything he's not supposed to be.  **Knock on wood**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-3989512086586784452?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/3989512086586784452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=3989512086586784452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3989512086586784452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3989512086586784452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-in-world.html' title='Where in the world....'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-5921022599565273543</id><published>2010-02-03T09:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:07:48.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reporting!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I was telling you about my new coupon adventure.   I'm going to convert you all because this really is worth it.  Here's how my trip went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albertsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Jars of Ragu &amp;amp; 2 Jars of Mayo - Total spent $5.48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred Meyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 bags of chips&lt;br /&gt;2 boxes cereal&lt;br /&gt;3 boxes crackers&lt;br /&gt;2 pints sour cream&lt;br /&gt;4- 12 packs pop  - Total spent $26.24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My total savings was 74%!  Granted....the chips and the crackers are more snack foods, but thats ok because these are things we go through with my snacky husband!  And those are the most expensive items at the grocery store.  I'd say I did pretty good for my first small trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I want you to do. . ..call your local newspaper and ask them if they have a deal for you to receive 5 copies of the Sunday newspaper.  Yes FIVE!!!  Four at the least. They will most likely have a good deal for you.  The Times News in Twin Falls has a coupon clippers deal which is 7 day a week delivery and 4 extra on Sunday for $18.00 a month until I cancel.  That gives me 5 copies on Sunday.  I figured it's about .40 a paper.  You can't beat that.  You really only need the Sunday paper, but some will require you to take all 7 days.  You don't want to just go buy it every Sunday because it will cost you around $1.50 per paper.  Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I want you to do... . go to &lt;a href="http://www.thekrazycouponlady.com/"&gt;http://www.thekrazycouponlady.com&lt;/a&gt;   and read the 10 days to become a coupon clipper.  It will give you all the scoop.  And be patient, this poor girls website keeps going down due to all the traffic.  So just keep checking if it doesn't work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third thing, add these websites to your favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smartsource.com&lt;br /&gt;coupons.com&lt;br /&gt;redplum.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated on my different trips to give you ideas and to see how it works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-5921022599565273543?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/5921022599565273543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=5921022599565273543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/5921022599565273543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/5921022599565273543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/02/reporting.html' title='Reporting!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-3457225114749462089</id><published>2010-02-02T10:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:38:22.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couponing</title><content type='html'>For the last few months I have been researching endlessly the art of couponing.  Food costs have been driving me absolutely bonkers! I just couldn't figure out how a house of 2 people would create a grocery bill of $300.00 every month.  ACK!  That's alot of for food.  I'm sure some of you with families are probably laughing at that number, but for 2 people...it really is alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see....I have this problem. . . .it's called a husband. . . .and this husband eats and eats and eats everything!!! So that is why our grocery bill is so much.  And he loves snacks...so I always have to have something to snack on for him!  Chips, crackers, popcorn.  I'm not sure where he puts all the pounds from these snacks....he's pretty skinny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally decided to dive in and give it a try.  So Sunday, I picked up 4 Times News Newspapers.  Yes. . . 4.  Apparently the first secret is stock piling your coupons.  I spent 2 hours cutting and clipping coupons for items that I buy on a regular basis.  I was actually really surprised at how many I had just from one newspaper.  I couldn't figure out why I needed 4 newspapers.  After a minute I realized...well duh camille, because if you want to buy more than one of each item, you need more than one coupon!  Ya....the blondness is coming out more and more everyday....everyday I get dumber.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tonight is my first experience.  I'll be hitting up Albertsons and Fred Meyer.  Albertsons put out some double coupons.  Double coupons allow you to double the value of your manufacturer coupon.  These are amazing!  I figured I'll be spending about $38.00 and have saved $30.00.  Not bad for my first trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited about this. . . .hopefully I'll get better!  Do you coupon?? Share your ideas!  Trust me...everyone can do this, there are plenty of coupons to be printed and cut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-3457225114749462089?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/3457225114749462089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=3457225114749462089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3457225114749462089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3457225114749462089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/02/couponing.html' title='Couponing'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-985668952625785324</id><published>2010-01-11T16:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:05:40.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love This Place!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S0u7aJvxieI/AAAAAAAAALw/Wyv1eVoX6jk/s1600-h/Boise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425636234065185250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S0u7aJvxieI/AAAAAAAAALw/Wyv1eVoX6jk/s320/Boise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this temple!  Why? Well because it's a temple, and because it's the temple that Ryan and I were sealed in!!  Saturday we got to go back and go through with Ryan's sister, who was receiving her own endowment.  And of course friends and family were there too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great trip and a great day.  A much needed feeling of peace from everyday life and stress.  I love the feeling I have when I'm there, and especially when I'm there with Ryan.  How lucky we are to have such a beautiful place to go and learn and be at peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it here, and so glad I got to go on Saturday.  Can't wait to go again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-985668952625785324?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/985668952625785324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=985668952625785324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/985668952625785324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/985668952625785324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-this-place.html' title='Love This Place!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S0u7aJvxieI/AAAAAAAAALw/Wyv1eVoX6jk/s72-c/Boise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-6416457923021469128</id><published>2010-01-07T21:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:54:53.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holey Carpet</title><content type='html'>Sooo........  Tuesday night I came home and Ryan says, "Hey Mille come here I have a surprise for you!" I'm thinking oh yay! I love surprises!!   Our friend Alfred was over and he says, "Oh Camille you better close your eyes...it's a good one."  As I'm walking into the living room, I almost stumbled over this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S0a5JxiYVlI/AAAAAAAAALo/NIdaVpa2G_g/s1600-h/DSC03711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424226378781840978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S0a5JxiYVlI/AAAAAAAAALo/NIdaVpa2G_g/s320/DSC03711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep....a 2 inch perfectly round hole in my pretty carpet!!!!  Not exactly the surprise I was hoping for.  SAD FACE :(   Wondering which "child" of ours did this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S0a5JtCkLLI/AAAAAAAAALg/LB2GH5qwy6c/s1600-h/DSC03712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424226377574657202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S0a5JtCkLLI/AAAAAAAAALg/LB2GH5qwy6c/s320/DSC03712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is...my sweet Joey....he is the culprit of the holey carpet.  Although I wanted to strangle him, I just couldn't do it! Look at this sweet face! He's smiling...he thinks it's funny.  Ryan said that he had piled all his toys on top of the hole.  He didn't even see it until he started picking up the toys!  Jo must have known he was in trouble....trying to cover it up.  Geez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does one do about holey carpet?  And holey carpet right in the middle of your living room?  Who the heck knows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm telling you....God is preparing us for real children!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-6416457923021469128?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/6416457923021469128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=6416457923021469128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/6416457923021469128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/6416457923021469128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/01/holey-carpet.html' title='Holey Carpet'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/S0a5JxiYVlI/AAAAAAAAALo/NIdaVpa2G_g/s72-c/DSC03711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-7711593738931158357</id><published>2010-01-06T13:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:06:55.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetting the LITTLE things....</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year Everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's already 2010.  Where has the time gone?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...funny story about forgetting little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get my hair cut and colored last night.  I was setting in the chair chatting away while waiting for Sandy, my stylist, to come out and fix me up.  So she says, "Camille, you tan here right?"  I said, "yes..."  She walks out of her office and grabs a little something off the counter and says, "hehe, are these yours?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I know, she is holding up a skimpy lacey pair of sweet "nothings".  I could hardly contain myself I was laughing so hard!   I said, "No...you're kidding right!? Someone did not leave those in your tanning bed!!??"  Sandy says, "Yep...left in my tanning bed. Cute, sassy nice little panties! Victoria's Secret even!"  I had to ask her if she washed them because she was handling them like they were her own.  Holding them up, looking away!  Thankfully she said yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was even more funny....The whole time I was thinking...haha, Oh Sandy, little do you know...my underwear looks NOTHING like that!  Only you my fellow LDS lovelies really know what kind of fancy sweet nothings we wear under our clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This left me wondering...how does one forget to put on their underwear??  Isn't that the first thing you put on in the morning?  Ok...personal...I know...but geez! How do you forget??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the little things we always forget right?  Well, these were very little, and must have been the forgotten little thing to the owner of those frilly fancies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned...please don't leave your underwear in the tanning bed.  Chances are, when you go back, they'll be framed in the lobby with a sign that says, "Please remember to take all your belongings when you leave." hehehe!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-7711593738931158357?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/7711593738931158357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=7711593738931158357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/7711593738931158357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/7711593738931158357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2010/01/forgetting-little-things.html' title='Forgetting the LITTLE things....'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-1548035090339341677</id><published>2009-12-04T22:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:52:39.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Amazing</title><content type='html'>Greg sent me the link to this video today in an e-mail and told me that for some reason he thought I might like it.  Boy was he right.  This is one of my favorite things to listen to. If only I had a piano to play like that again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfH2BY5pdLw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfH2BY5pdLw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-1548035090339341677?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/1548035090339341677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=1548035090339341677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/1548035090339341677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/1548035090339341677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/12/simply-amazing.html' title='Simply Amazing'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-995719303888964734</id><published>2009-11-30T15:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:31:20.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Joey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have any idea how we came to this decision, but as of Wednesday, Thanksgiving Eve, we have a new member in our family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet Joey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxRD054qlMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/A2fKSBWhaUg/s1600/Joey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410023628549559490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxRD054qlMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/A2fKSBWhaUg/s320/Joey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our 1 year old Schnauzer pup.  He was adopted from a shelter in Utah.  The gal that runs this shelter runs alot of our dogs from the Animal Shelter through the Humane Society.  Thanks to all her help, alot of our dogs have a better chance of being adopted than they do in Jerome.  So....she ended up having a few schnauzers to pick from.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxRD0iRFbdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eN9LpZIZ_NM/s1600/Joey1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410023622209531346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxRD0iRFbdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eN9LpZIZ_NM/s320/Joey1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan, Lucy and I met Joey in the Petsmart parking lot late Wednesday night.  We had to meet on neutral ground to see if they would get along.  Slate, the black schnauzer was the one we were first interested in, but he was too dominant over Lucy.  Joey just sniffed her and sat down like ok, where am I going now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took him home and of course he seemed immediately comfortable.  Then we took him all the way to Rigby to meet Mom &amp;amp; Dad.  He was a little confused all weekend, and the slightest strange noise would send him running into the bedroom to hide in the bed.  I was a little nervous that it wasn't going to work out, but as soon as we got home on Saturday, he was fine!  He was dragging toys all over the house, running around, and chasing Lucy all over the place.  He is such a love bug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxRD0fR4qcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-ApXtZcveFY/s1600/Lucy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410023621407582658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxRD0fR4qcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-ApXtZcveFY/s320/Lucy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also concerned about my little Lucy being a bit jealous.  Much to my surprise, she has accepted Joey.  She still doesn't play with him much, but she is getting better.  She hasn't tried to bite his head off once, just a few growls.  And she shares the bed with him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have come to the conclusion that god doesn't send us children, he sends us dogs.  :)  hehe. Maybe someday we will have some kids running around.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving was great.  Got to hang out with my family for a few days, which was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-995719303888964734?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/995719303888964734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=995719303888964734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/995719303888964734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/995719303888964734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/11/meet-joey.html' title='Meet Joey'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxRD054qlMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/A2fKSBWhaUg/s72-c/Joey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-2455718654665450689</id><published>2009-11-20T10:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:55:05.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiraling Out of Control</title><content type='html'>Today is a big day...a really BIG day!  Everyone is already well aware that today is the premier of New Moon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Kiley stood in line for an hour at the Cinema in Twin Falls only to get the last 4 tickets for the 9:00 showing.  And they oversold the theatre by 1 so she could get 4.  Holy crap.  Talk about a close call.  I thought I was going to be sick when she told me that.  So, there are 4 of us girls getting together after work to watch Twilight, and then venture off into a pool of screaming, drooling young girls for New Moon.  I'm excited....way too excited.  My obsession with this story has literally spiraled out of control.  It's completly and utterly ridiculous.  If I make it through this day without combusting into my own pile of anticipation, it will be a miracle.  Who ever knew that one could write a set of books that would send the whole world into a Vampire Frenzy.  I'm ready for Twilight Part 2, she should really write another story.  Something with Renesmee and Jacob would be good maybe?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well enough of Twilight. I think we've all heard enough about it last a lifetime and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Ryan started his new job.  Turns out he really likes it.  What a relief!  He can be rather particular in the job department, so I was really nervous about what he would say after his first day.  His response was, " My job is kick @$$."  Phew...I think I can breathe now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we had the mold removed from the dirt underneath our house.  I stayed home that morning while they were cleaning.  By the time I got to work I was higher than a kite.  Mold cleaning fumes can't be good for you.  The smell has polluted our house for 2 days now.  I think it's finally gone...I hope.  Wow....permanent headaches for days are just not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am participating in my last craft fair of the season.  My feelings towards these are rather un decided.  I love going to them, but the work to prepare is almost becoming too much when combined with running an online store as well.  Especially during the holidays.  I'm pretty sure I've exhausted myself and it's not over.  This rush won't be over until after christmas.  I'm grateful for the success.  I couldn't ask for more.  And I'm grateful for the talent god has given me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been pondering the thought of going back to school.  It's been a rough decision for me because it brings back many memories.  Memories of way back when I was young and pretty stupid.  If I would have just went to school after I graduated, instead of making the choices I made, I would be almost done, if not done already.  Things would have been very different.  I can't say I regret everything I guess, because I wouldn't be where I am now, and probably not married to the man I married now.  Funny how life turns out.  Never expected to be where I am, living where I am.  But anyway,  I'm going to be trying to take my generals to get accepted into the nursing program.  Probably an LPN to start.  The hardest part is, I have to work.  Working full time, going to school, and running a business is going to be overwhelming.  I may have to step back from the bags for a bit.  I guess we'll see how school goes.  I've never been a fan of school, but I need to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy New Moon Friday! I'm sure I'll have a good story or two in the next few days about attending opening night.  It is sure to be a fiasco at the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-2455718654665450689?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/2455718654665450689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=2455718654665450689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/2455718654665450689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/2455718654665450689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/11/spiraling-out-of-control.html' title='Spiraling Out of Control'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-3218128657161130345</id><published>2009-11-12T13:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:54:48.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times!</title><content type='html'>I really need to get better at blogging....but I guess I just haven't been able to get into it lately! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a few things that have been going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all know that Ryan stopped working for US Bank in September. And we were a little freaked out as to what the future would hold. He has been working for his mom and dad in Glenns Ferry. About a 45 minute drive from Jerome. The first few days we were a little sad because we weren't sure if he would have to stay down there during the week or be able to come home. I took this picture on one of the first days he was gone to cheer him up. He probably thought, "Ahh!! I can't get away from this crazy lady and her dog!!" hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403319926579718482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Svxy2F-S6VI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/x16ynJrfApE/s320/MilleLucy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the good news, Ryan has a new job! With the City of Jerome in the Water Department. The City is a great place to work, good pay and good benefits. He starts on Monday! Such a relief to have that stressful weight off our shoulders. I was afraid I would have to run a sweat shop out of our house and do some serious sewing to sell some bags to pay the bills!! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next thing, a bit of advice. Well maybe not for all you smarty pants, but for dummies like me.... if you buy a newer car and something breaks, take it to the car dealer and not your local mechanic!! Chances are, the part that broke, may be covered under some type of recall warranty and you won't have to pay a dime. Or, you could be a total dummy and take it to your local mechanic and pay a fortune. And then, have the part break because they put in the wrong one, and then find out it would have been covered if the dealer would have just taken care of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, this happened to my poor little beetle juice! Long story short, I had this sexy beast of a car to drive for a day....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403321768429792482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Svx0hTZkrOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/g4IBaD_jNLw/s320/Avea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Chevrolet Aveo.  I call this the Ugly Duckling of all cars.  My good friend Kiley kept me company at the car dealer while we waited for the Prince of Enterprise Rent-A-Car to sweep us off our feet in this bad boy.  lol....thankfully he didn't kidnap us.  What a chariot!  And then it was mine for the day...  hot rodding anyone??  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good thing I didn't wreck, I would have been a pancake!!  Alright,  now I should be more optimistic, my rental could have been worse!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess what else!  We have MOLD!  Mold in the dirt underneath our house in the crawl space!!  Who would have known...   Over watering, and the extremely wet summer we had caused our ground to be so soggy the water seeped in underneath the foundation of the house and started growing on the dirt.  $480.00 later, we will have a mold abatement company come remove it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lots of lessons learned for us young idiot kids. Now, be smart and don't over water...you'll get mold underneath your house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-3218128657161130345?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/3218128657161130345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=3218128657161130345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3218128657161130345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3218128657161130345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-times.html' title='Good Times!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Svxy2F-S6VI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/x16ynJrfApE/s72-c/MilleLucy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-5663218455167557200</id><published>2009-10-06T15:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:14:32.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall - With a Few Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fall came this year with a few surprises, and of those few surprises....none of them were very nice!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first surprise....Snow....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last time I checked.....didn't fall consist of beautiful leaves changing colors and falling all around? And the sunshine...fall always has the most beautiful soft sunshine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up Sunday morning and got up to let Lucy out.  Total shock, I screamed, " OH MY GOSH!! RYAN!!! You HAVE to get up and come see this!! IT SNOWED!! It's still snowing!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He came running and we both hid behind the curtain peeking out the window glaring at the white stuff covering the ground.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Ssu-mBA6EyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WWARTz2j3fY/s1600-h/Snow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389610939395478306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Ssu-mBA6EyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WWARTz2j3fY/s320/Snow3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to hurry and brush off the patio furniture so it didn't get ruined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Ssu-l_UzOxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CtjxscEboyc/s1600-h/Snow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389610938942044946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Ssu-l_UzOxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CtjxscEboyc/s320/Snow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And my flowers!! The day before they were so pretty and still full of flowers! ahhh!!! Now they are drooping and sad!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Ssu-fp3KsiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TqCy-3omB-g/s1600-h/Snow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389610830101393954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Ssu-fp3KsiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TqCy-3omB-g/s320/Snow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next surprise fall brought....  My husband isn't working right now.  Not exactly the best time!  Anywho, times are tough, jobs are scarce, and its snowing.  Ok, it's not snowing anymore, but it was! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's actually a blessing that my husband is no longer working where he was.  It wasn't a good place to work and he was so very unhappy.  Both of us were.  Now we are doing ok, just digging and digging around for a better job.  Hopefully god has a plan in store for us!  I'm guessing he does, I'm hoping it's a good one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason right?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy fall!  Or um...winter? Which season is it? And have I been sleeping for the past 6 weeks? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-5663218455167557200?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/5663218455167557200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=5663218455167557200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/5663218455167557200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/5663218455167557200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-with-few-surprises.html' title='Fall - With a Few Surprises'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Ssu-mBA6EyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WWARTz2j3fY/s72-c/Snow3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-8769711874953953900</id><published>2009-09-08T19:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:38:18.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>In about 7 days, I will have lived in Jerome for exactly 3 years. Not sure why I'm thinking about that. I guess because its review time at work and the 18th marks 3 years with First Fed. Yay! Seems like just yesterday that I moved and cried my eyes out as soon as my parents left me all alone in a town where I knew no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember thinking a few times why in the heck did I ever move here? It's like little tijuana, people shoot people and vandalize everything in sight. I couldn't go outside by myself unless I was on the phone with Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I look back and I think, "Wow, how different I would be if I never would have moved." Moving has completely brought me out of my shell. I had to grow up, mom wasn't around the corner driving past my house every day, I was on my own, and I had to find new friends to hang out with. It's amazing how one move can change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went for a drive back behind the Jerome Country Club. I had always known that there was a road back there, but never knew where it went. So I decided to go explore. I'm thinking that the road I took the bug down was probably a little too rough, and skinny I might add. And I totally didn't have a clue where it would go. Luckily I got down in the canyon a ways and there was a turn around spot. Leave it to me to go exploring when I'm by myself. At least it was still day light outside!! Good thing I didn't get stuck...Ryan probably would have killed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of things I love about Twin and Jerome the most is the Canyon. I remember seeing it for the first time 3 years ago, and for some reason I was in awe. So, I took a few pictures while I was on my adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SqcArFLOU6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/0LvO-QjqnkQ/s1600-h/DSC02122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379269020040975266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SqcArFLOU6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/0LvO-QjqnkQ/s320/DSC02122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems like no matter where you go, if you are in the canyon, there is a waterfall somewhere. They are so beautiful. I love them. Wierd, probably, but they interest me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SqcAqokLRTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TbJP1BmnFbM/s1600-h/DSC02117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379269012361004338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SqcAqokLRTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TbJP1BmnFbM/s320/DSC02117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is looking down from where I was standing. You could still go farther down, but I figured I had done enough damage going as far as I had gone. I love it. It's almost like an unknown world down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our summer has been kind of slow, not much going on. Which is ok....here are a few more pictures............. bet you can't guess what they are of. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SqcAqI6tyTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-jnLeeVuwGc/s1600-h/DSC01584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379269003865606450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SqcAqI6tyTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-jnLeeVuwGc/s320/DSC01584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's my pretty Lucy again! lol. Poor dog, she is the culprit of all of my camera snapping frenzies. Love my dog, yes! A little too much? Probably! But thats ok, at the end of the day, when I come home, she is always excited to see me and Ryan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, Ryan........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SqcAp9jjedI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IHcxIfZzu4s/s1600-h/YearbookYourself_2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379269000815671762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SqcAp9jjedI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IHcxIfZzu4s/s320/YearbookYourself_2000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day he got into my facebook and decided to yearbook himself. There was probably 20 different pictures!! I hope he never decides to grow dreads. By the time he was done with my facebook, I had about 10 new friends I didn't even know and 20 more year book pictures to add to the collection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was our first day back to work since August 28th. We had 11 days off work! YAY! We spent the weekend with my parents. Ryan played in an amatuer golf tournament for 2 days. He took 2nd place. I've never seen him so excited in my life. Well, I take that back, he was pretty excited the day he went golfing with Alfred and shot 1 under par. I'm telling you, golf is his first love!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came home on Monday and later on in the week we decided to go fishing with Ryan's dad in Glenns Ferry. They just purchased a new fishing boat. That day was probably the most relaxing out of all. It wasn't too hot outside so I was able to just lay on the front of the boat and take a nap while they fished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the time we spent hanging out with friends and then I started reading Twilight. Now I'm addicted, just like everyone else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, not much else going on, back to work, back to sewing. Vaca is ovvverrr :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-8769711874953953900?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/8769711874953953900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=8769711874953953900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/8769711874953953900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/8769711874953953900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SqcArFLOU6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/0LvO-QjqnkQ/s72-c/DSC02122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-3481454132438129910</id><published>2009-08-08T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:48:52.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we decided to meet some friends from Idaho Falls at Lagoon.  We almost didn't go because of the weather, but went anyway.  I'm glad that we did!  It was perfect weather.  It wasn't too hot or too cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we were walking around looking for a place to eat Ryan thought he was sooo funny because the sign on this little food shack said "Olde Mill"  Well he had to take a picture because he calls me Mill &amp;amp; Mille.  I was freezing at this point because it had just started to rain. Can't you tell I'm just thrilled by the look on my face!  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Sn5DRiWPCMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c_jWsSjV2n0/s1600-h/Mille%40Lagoon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367801774429112514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Sn5DRiWPCMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c_jWsSjV2n0/s320/Mille%40Lagoon2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Sn5DRTSBgKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lyPncdXQnuA/s1600-h/Mille%40Lagoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367801770384916642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Sn5DRTSBgKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lyPncdXQnuA/s320/Mille%40Lagoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is a little better, but I was still freezing!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to Lagoon for years, I think the last time I went I was in High School and I used to go every summer with my dad.  There were alot of new rides which were fun.  We didn't go on any of the water rides because we would have been freezing. It was only 60* all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really excited because Ryan told me that he wanted to ride the Sky Coaster and the Catapult with me.  Those are the 2 rides that you have to pay extra for. I had always wanted to go on them before, but noone would ever go with me!  So...I was really excited that Ryan was going to do them with me.  Well....we had just got off of the Rocket and apparently the free fall made Ryan want to barf and so he decided that there was noway he was going to go on the Sky Coaster or the Catapult.  I was so sad!! So I thought, fine, then I'll go by myself if noone else wants to!  Finally Dustin's cousin Talia said that she would go with me on the catapult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were freaking out the whole time because once you get buckled in, they roll this ball backwards and you just set there and wait to be launched into the air.  I swear I was trying to control my breathing because my heart was beating so fast. And my knuckles were white from holding onto the handles so tightly. Finally they launched us into the air.  The second we took off both of us girls started screaming. It was the most amazing thing ever!!! That thing goes as high as the ferris wheel!  We were just bouncing around like a bouncy ball.  There is a certain way you can place your feet, and if you don't place them too high then you won't spin in the air. If you place them too high then you will spin more.  I don't think it mattered because we were spinning like crazy and it was so scary because we were upside down and plummeting towards the ground.  Wow, it was so worth it!!! Ryan was really surprised that I wanted to go, so he took a video with our cell phones.  You can't really see me and Talia, but you can hear us screaming for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4608d0eda0c83fde" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4608d0eda0c83fde%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330417260%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DADC59D37D0A6D43371AAEA8563F95DE38B134E5.7FB92BF705B96B27D260F7F6885DB50BF3911C92%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4608d0eda0c83fde%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgeIMNVuxPM3r7qSm5tVwHU4tBXY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4608d0eda0c83fde%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330417260%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DADC59D37D0A6D43371AAEA8563F95DE38B134E5.7FB92BF705B96B27D260F7F6885DB50BF3911C92%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4608d0eda0c83fde%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgeIMNVuxPM3r7qSm5tVwHU4tBXY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm so glad we went.  I think we will definitely have to plan to go every year.  I forgot how much fun Lagoon is!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-3481454132438129910?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4608d0eda0c83fde&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/3481454132438129910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=3481454132438129910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3481454132438129910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3481454132438129910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/08/lagoon.html' title='Lagoon!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Sn5DRiWPCMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c_jWsSjV2n0/s72-c/Mille%40Lagoon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-9021391685017404835</id><published>2009-08-07T10:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:52:30.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Petunia the Bobble Head Piggy Bank</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so I have been posting strange things on Facebook for the last two weeks.  These strange things have all been about my gigantic bobble head pig, and stuffing chicken wire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were all a little confused, but now, I am going to clear all this up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is our parade float this year.  Completely designed by myself, I guess I'm tooting my own horn because I'm proud of my piggy!  I couldn't have put it together without the help of my friends at work, but thankfully we finished it up and it turned out great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SnxZ38IWE0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/wy_2EJgchBQ/s1600-h/Float2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367263673487594306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SnxZ38IWE0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/wy_2EJgchBQ/s320/Float2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pictured left to right:  Teena, Dawn, Vanessa, Jerrine, Jackie, Camille, Esteban &amp;amp; Rosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SnxZ3jVxcSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lcOb94EveWI/s1600-h/Float12009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367263666833027362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SnxZ3jVxcSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lcOb94EveWI/s320/Float12009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pictures are kind of hard to see, but yes, I am carrying a cardboard mound of fake money.  I wonder what our customers thought when they came in and Rosa and I were coloring fake money at my desk for 2 days straight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SnxZ3eABacI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qfdQEy1lAQY/s1600-h/Petunia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367263665399622082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SnxZ3eABacI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qfdQEy1lAQY/s320/Petunia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a close up of Petunia's face.  I wish I would have taken a video of her during the parade so you all could see her head bobbling.  It was hilarious.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Petunia the pig has now made her home in the lobby of our bank.  Can I just say that I am so lucky to work for a bank that allows me to let out my creative side at work? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-9021391685017404835?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/9021391685017404835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=9021391685017404835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/9021391685017404835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/9021391685017404835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/08/petunia-bobble-head-piggy-bank.html' title='Petunia the Bobble Head Piggy Bank'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SnxZ38IWE0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/wy_2EJgchBQ/s72-c/Float2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-5546424668434733578</id><published>2009-08-03T21:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:53:37.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I Ever Told You?</title><content type='html'>Have I ever told you all how much I just love our little Lucy dog?  She is...without a doubt...the most spoiled dog EVER!  I was trying to think about something to blog about...but I'm so boring lately that I couldn't think of anything!!  So I was looking through the pictures on my computer and I saw these.  It then dawned on me how loved little miss Lucy really is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SnevOQhT1wI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5lgjxfX1yAU/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365950140522944258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SnevOQhT1wI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5lgjxfX1yAU/s320/DSC00542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture above was taken on a Saturday morning....this is not an unusual sighting at our house.  Yes, I am hiding underneath the bedspread. For some reason I really don't care for pillows so I sleep on my stomach most of the time and just hide under the blanket.  Well, apparently Lucy did not want the pillow to go to waste, so she decided to take matters into her own hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SnevOPpgr2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/JA76VpZz1W4/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365950140288905058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SnevOPpgr2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/JA76VpZz1W4/s320/DSC00543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you ever seen a dog snuggle herself right up next to you and lay on a pillow like a human?  Yes....Thats my Lucy, she does it every single night.  I wake up and she is in the same place, stealing my pillow, snuggled up as close as she can get.  I just love her to pieces.  And I'm so lucky to have a husband who allows her to snuggle herself right there! Ha...don't ever let him kid you, he loves her just as much as me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-5546424668434733578?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/5546424668434733578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=5546424668434733578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/5546424668434733578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/5546424668434733578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-i-ever-told-you.html' title='Have I Ever Told You?'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SnevOQhT1wI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5lgjxfX1yAU/s72-c/DSC00542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-4960839355219863402</id><published>2009-07-14T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:18:37.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>This year we decided to go home to my parents house for the 4th.  I'm so glad we did.  My parents live close to Rigby Lake and so Friday night we sat out and watched Rigby's 1st ever fireworks display.  Movin up town and I live too far away to see it all! I swear the town has grown more every time we come home.  And we come pretty often! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Saturday hanging out with Mom.  I think that is probably my favorite thing to do.  We usually go shopping and hit up the fabric store.  Makes me feel lonely when I come back home and I have to go shopping by myself! :(  Thats ok, cherish those moments with mom as if they were too many they could be taken for granted.  Too little and they are missed and looked forward to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we went with my brother up to the State sheds in Idaho Falls and watched the fireworks.  We haven't watched them for so many years.  I forgot how many people there are.  Wow.  I was glad to spend time with my brother and his family.  His kids just love to hang out with Ryan and I.  My dad and Bert and mom and Greg came along too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we hung out with Dad and Bert.  I love to go out to their house.  It reminds me of when I was young and just ran around dad's house getting into anything and everything possible.  He reminded me that I used to play in the dog house with all the puppies when I was little.  No surprise there....I still play in the big dog house (animal shelter) with all the puppies now!!  Good to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we took Lucy to the vet to get some shots!  Ouch!  I also mastered my hula skills, and played mario kart with mom &amp;amp; greg all afternoon.  Yes, mom and greg play mario kart! I love it! They got a Wii and so we spent the whole weekend playing that too.  Fun times! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad to go home, it's a nice change of scenery for a few days.  But also nice to come home to our house, which I am so grateful for.  Before I would cry and cry the whole way back to Jerome because I hated the neighborhood we lived in.  It was dangerous, we lived next to crazy drug dealers. There was a shooting across the street from our rental.  It was just scary and I hated it and I would just cry the whole way back to Jerome.  Now, we have been blessed to live in a beautiful home with wonderful neighbors and definitely no drug dealers or shooting going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, not very much else is going on.  Just working on my fall line of bags with different styles and solids.  I'm really excited to bring them out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-4960839355219863402?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/4960839355219863402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=4960839355219863402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/4960839355219863402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/4960839355219863402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-2979878326152063118</id><published>2009-06-30T19:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:54:48.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy Cat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I decided that I should just stop being such a chicken and try something new! My friend Ashley just chopped off inches and inches of beautiful hair...and it looks amazing, so I'm a copy cat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had scheduled a hair cut for after work today and was just going to stick with the tradition trim.  Noway...couldn't handle it.  I'm tired of long hair and looking like a 12 year old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So...here you have it...Mille with short hair!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must say that I do like it better than I thought.  Nice change...Maybe now I look...mmm 18 ish.... ?? :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SkrBcVkQ1BI/AAAAAAAAAIY/OcGk6ib640o/s1600-h/DSC01897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353303799652996114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SkrBcVkQ1BI/AAAAAAAAAIY/OcGk6ib640o/s320/DSC01897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-2979878326152063118?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/2979878326152063118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=2979878326152063118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/2979878326152063118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/2979878326152063118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/06/copy-cat.html' title='Copy Cat!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SkrBcVkQ1BI/AAAAAAAAAIY/OcGk6ib640o/s72-c/DSC01897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-7253366679421575990</id><published>2009-06-10T12:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:47:04.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing New....</title><content type='html'>I figured that since I haven't posted in awhile....I would try to find something to post about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few random things that have been happening in our house lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Our new umbrella took flight and landed over the deck in the back yard.  Thanks to this lovely Idaho wind. I was outside when this happened, and I just sat there like, "What the heck just happened?"  So I was yelling at Ryan to come outside and help me.  Of course he isn't paying attention, so I left the umbrella hanging over the side of the deck and went inside...he just laughed and said, "what did you do that for?'  I said, " I didn't do it! The wind did!"  Sometimes I wonder if he is really listening...  lol.   Anyway, umbrella is safe and sound....in the shed!  Since the wind won't stop blowing....we had to put it away.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lovely Idaho wind broke our fence! ahhh!! And almost smashed Ryan in its fury.  He was trying to take the lawn mower out front when a gust grabbed the gate and flung it backward....in a direction it does not normally go!  Oh the joys of being a homeowner.  Mr. Fix It has fixed that though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Do any of you have a garbage disposal?  I'm starting to wonder if those things are just dumb.  Want to know why?  Well...because they stink!!!! Holy smokes...or maybe its just ours...I don't know.  But it seems like after we use it...the next day when we come home from lunch, it smells like someone died in our house.  Literally.  Coffee beans have been my saving grace......just dump them down the drain and wahlah! Stink free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunday was boring...let me give a little insight to how bored Ryan was.  I was playing on the computer when the next thing I know, he is hiding underneath our purple blanket and he is hollering at Lucy.  Of course she just sets by me and looks at him like he's gone retarded.  So he stands up underneath this blanket and tells me he is pretending to be a giant blob that is going to swallow up Lucy the dog.  ok......   Well...moving on...Lucy wasn't that interested, so he thought he would try to swallow me in his giant blob.  I was not too happy about this....because of my one eyed pain...story below...  Who's husband pretends like they are a giant blob?  Mine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am now a one eyed mutant.  Ok not really, but I feel that way!  Saturday morning I woke up to some serious pain in my left eye.  I figured my contact was just folded up.  So I took it out and went back to sleep.  Well, my pain didn't go away and my eye was just really red.  I figured I was getting pink eye.  Sunday came and my eye was still hurting horribly. Felt like someone was stabbing it repeatedly.  Ouch. Monday I went to the doctor and somehow I have managed to scratch my cornea.  Not just a little scratch.  a huge one!  It is now Wednesday...I have had this scratched cornea for 4 days now, not getting better.  :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye is really sensitive to the light, so I was joking about needing a pirates patch.  Low and behold, Ryan had a great idea!  Wrap my head with a bandana!  So, I gave him the bandana and he wrapped away, and covered my eye.  It was working perfectly.  Except I looked like I belonged in Pirates of the Caribbean.  All night Ryan wandered around the house with Lucy and he would say, " Arrggg Matey, off to mop the deck for captain finn!"  Sometimes.....I just wonder where he comes up with this stuff...?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...makes me laugh, makes me mad...makes me just a moody old Camille!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-7253366679421575990?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/7253366679421575990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=7253366679421575990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/7253366679421575990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/7253366679421575990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing New....'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-2952025731219839486</id><published>2009-05-25T18:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:37:14.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever wonder how something so pretty could cause something not so pretty??  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Gerbera Daisies.  I think they are amazing.  So I was super excited when I found some to plant this year.  Last weekend Ryan and I decided to tackle the front yard and rake out all of the old faded bark in our flower beds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We added new mulch, which turned out not to be the right mulch.  And planted new plants and flowers.  The mulch we wanted was the shredded kind.  That kind is better because it eventually decomposes into dirt.  The mulch we ended up with will have to be raked out again next year because it too will discolor and look nasty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are lucky that when we bought the house, all of the curbing and landscaping was finished, we just have to maintain it of course.  We went through 15 bags of mulch just for the front yard.  Yup...15 stinking bags!! Yup...we're officially broke.  The back yard will have to be ugly for another year.  Can't afford to do it! It will probably take 100 bags! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, back to my question at the beginning.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's my pretty flowers...well some of them anyway.  I didn't want to stand out front and take pictures of the house, I think our neighbors already think I'm crazy.  I'll save that story for another day.  haha...just kidding...I didn't do anything embarrassing! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Shs3XTTkkFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/C19iKuyVbDs/s1600-h/DSC01505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339922656636735570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Shs3XTTkkFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/C19iKuyVbDs/s320/DSC01505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Shs3XD7oZXI/AAAAAAAAAII/BlZAazxj2Wc/s1600-h/DSC01504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339922652509791602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Shs3XD7oZXI/AAAAAAAAAII/BlZAazxj2Wc/s320/DSC01504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Alright...ya ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my back looked like last week a couple days after we finished our work out front.&lt;br /&gt;I sunburned sooo bad my neck blistered!  Lori...skip this part, since you're a nurse, you're probably really scolding me for not wearing sunscreen.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually never sunburn, but apparently my neck hasn't seen the light of day in quite some time because it was bad! A tomato I might have compared the color to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your viewing pleasure, my nasty peeling neck! EEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, aloe vera does not help as well as one may think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Shs3W8XUGyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pVd0C5MNU3A/s1600-h/DSC01428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339922650478418722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Shs3W8XUGyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pVd0C5MNU3A/s320/DSC01428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Shs3Wi8Cm8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/zgOSb60-K8g/s1600-h/DSC01422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339922643653139394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Shs3Wi8Cm8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/zgOSb60-K8g/s320/DSC01422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will wear sunscreen from now on.  A neck that looks like this is just NOT attractive whatsoever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-2952025731219839486?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/2952025731219839486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=2952025731219839486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/2952025731219839486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/2952025731219839486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/05/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Shs3XTTkkFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/C19iKuyVbDs/s72-c/DSC01505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-2822481804873327339</id><published>2009-05-14T22:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:12:41.711-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucy Dog'/><title type='text'>My Sweet Lucy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many of you that know me, know that I LOVE animals.  I think they are the absolute best!  This is my little Lucy, as if I haven't posted pictures of her before!  :)  We bought a new patio set and Lucy obviously has claimed it as her own.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took a few pictures of her because she just looked so cute setting there! She is my little baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SgzpjT-LOpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/04sYwwmOGNQ/s1600-h/DSC01361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335896451392944786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SgzpjT-LOpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/04sYwwmOGNQ/s320/DSC01361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We really had to get something because our patio isn't shaded at all and the sun just shines on it all day long.  We have a trek deck and that stuff gets HOT! I kind of like it because I like the heat, but when it gets 100 + degrees outside....I'm not so sure I'm going to like it.  So I'm glad we bought the matching umbrella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SgzpjGRiFuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kukZb4LelDo/s1600-h/DSC01363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335896447716038370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SgzpjGRiFuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kukZb4LelDo/s320/DSC01363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Lucy again, she is obviously annoyed that I keep flashing a camera in front of her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SgzpjGFUcXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PKfDGXbn6d0/s1600-h/DSC01364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335896447664812402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SgzpjGFUcXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PKfDGXbn6d0/s320/DSC01364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not much has been going on in our lives.  I hate to say it, because I might jinx myself, but life around here has been a little quiet. I shouldn't say that, I'm sure my husband is in the next room brewing up his next prank....  I'll be sure to let you all know when he pulls that off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting better at the whole joke thing.  The other day he ordered a new Scotty Cameron Head Cover for his putter.  This head cover was a special edition released only for Cinco De Mayo.  Well we thought they were all black, but apparently Scotty made some white ones as well.  If you got the white one then you were lucky because they are selling on ebay for around $1000.00.  Ryan was just SURE he was getting a white one.  He had the head cover delivered to me at the bank.  I got it on Wednesday and it was a black one, so I decided that I would call Ryan...and this is what I said, " Ryan, its Mille, I got your headcover today....and its a WHITE one!!"  LONG PAUSE....."Just kidding!! Its black, see ya later!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was so ticked.  He calls it the $1000 prank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, you probably didn't think it was funny, but I was just glad to do something to him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've been awfully tired lately, and its only Thursday, so I'm headed to bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-2822481804873327339?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/2822481804873327339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=2822481804873327339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/2822481804873327339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/2822481804873327339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-sweet-lucy.html' title='My Sweet Lucy!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SgzpjT-LOpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/04sYwwmOGNQ/s72-c/DSC01361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-6088257360308731632</id><published>2009-05-03T14:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T14:16:17.477-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts of Children'/><title type='text'>Picking your nose...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I am missing our little neice Lucy.  She is just growing like a little weed!  I was setting here thinking about her funny little antics and I was looking at her pictures on my computer.  I came across a few that just made me giggle!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So please...enlighten yourself with a little girl at her best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Sf35bG3BM3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/8NDwJxBpyFc/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331691777969697650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Sf35bG3BM3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/8NDwJxBpyFc/s320/DSC00749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a our dear little Lucy...picking her nose.  What is it with kids and picking their noses?  Don't get me wrong, I'm fairly certain that I used to pick my nose when I was young too,  but now the thought runs through my mind...WHY?  Why do little kids pick their noses?   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There must be something gratifying about having a place to poke your little finger to remove that sticky slime to examine and then eat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, sorry, that was gross, but I can't help but wonder what goes through a 1 year olds mind.  Of course I'm so old now I can't remember my own thoughts.  I remember I used to be the bully cousin and dared my younger cousins to pick their noses and eat it. Yuck. Who ever taught me such a thing?  Probably my brother. . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I hope I haven't made your stomach churn, I'm just having one of those days, where I think about strange things, like little kids picking their noses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is another picture of Emma playing with Lucy the dog, and if you look, you'll see little Lucy the Baby in the background....at her best...picking her nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Sf35a7PKiII/AAAAAAAAAHA/YFNBguS7Cks/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331691774849747074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Sf35a7PKiII/AAAAAAAAAHA/YFNBguS7Cks/s320/DSC00750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-6088257360308731632?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/6088257360308731632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=6088257360308731632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/6088257360308731632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/6088257360308731632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/05/picking-your-nose.html' title='Picking your nose...'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Sf35bG3BM3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/8NDwJxBpyFc/s72-c/DSC00749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-1774118377884465758</id><published>2009-04-19T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:56:08.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What were my parents thinking??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just recently my step dad, Greg, sent me some old pictures that I never even knew existed.  Isn't it funny that you don't remember some things from the past until you see a picture.....one much like this one....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Seviv0G92-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/a9_nDMTqN4Q/s1600-h/Camille+%26+Madi+two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326600295365336034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Seviv0G92-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/a9_nDMTqN4Q/s320/Camille+%26+Madi+two.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I saw this picture and I just about died!!!  I was probably 9 years old when this picture was taken.  It was at my Mom &amp;amp; Greg's wedding.  Ok...who in the world allowed me to pick out those glasses?? Holy smokes! Those suckers are HUGE!!  And didn't my mother ever teach me to cross my legs when I had a dress on?  Geez...you can see right up my dress!  Which I 'm sure when Greg took this picture...he was totally thinking blackmail.....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the bangs...what is with the bangs??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I had to share...maybe to give you all a good laugh.  Cracks me up everytime I see it.  My cousin Madi is there next to me.  Doesn't look like we liked each other very much huh...  Haha, we did!  We used to play all the time during the summer.  I would tag along with Greg up to Grandma Haywards house and Madi, Robert and I would do just about anything we could to drive Grandma nuts. We were always in trouble! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, a lesson to be learned, PLEASE don't let your kids look so nerdy!! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-1774118377884465758?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/1774118377884465758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=1774118377884465758' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/1774118377884465758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/1774118377884465758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-were-my-parents-thinking.html' title='What were my parents thinking??'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/Seviv0G92-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/a9_nDMTqN4Q/s72-c/Camille+%26+Madi+two.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-4910923223097540432</id><published>2009-04-19T20:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:41:44.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Poundcake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was my 24th Birthday.  I can't believe I'm already 24.  I know its not that old, but you know what I mean.  Sometimes I set back and think how different I used to picture my life.  I used to think I would at least have a kid or two by now!  Ha...that just isn't happenin...at least not like we would like anyway.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I spent the afternoon with some friends at a Scentsy Party where I took some of my bags and purses. I'm so glad that my friend asked me to bring them because I ended up selling $150.00 worth of stuff.  I was so excited about that because the internet has been kind of slow and I haven't had time to keep up with it with all of my custom orders from people around town.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also got to talk with almost everyone from my family.  My dad remembered to call this year, Mom and Greg were in Florida with Carrie and her kids, and they all called and sang Happy Birthday to me.  That was so nice.  I haven't seen the kids for so long.  Sure do miss them.  It was also nice to talk to my sister.  I haven't talked to her for awhile either!  It meant alot to me that they called and I got to talk to them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something else special about this particular Saturday; My husband didn't play any mean tricks on me because it was my birthday!  What a nice break!! :)  He made me dinner and this awesome tower of Strawberry Pound Cake.  Loved it....was sooo good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SeveK2fzKEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ttO0sqe9BQ8/s1600-h/DSC01252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326595262304692290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SeveK2fzKEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ttO0sqe9BQ8/s320/DSC01252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Easter was good, we spent Saturday with Ryan's family.  It's always so much fun to go down there and see our neices, Emma &amp;amp; Lucy.  They are so darn cute, we love to go play with them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday we went to church and then we just came home and relaxed and did nothing!  Thats what I love so much about Sunday's, they are so relaxing and you just get to set around and sleep and do nothing!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend we are going to Rigby to see my family.  I can't wait! We haven't been down since Christmas time!  Everybody came and helped us move in January, and I saw my Dad in March, but other than that we haven't seen anyone.  I really get excited to go home and hang out.  I'll be counting down the days.....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for now, I'm exhausted. We have spent all day working on our first little home project.   More pictures to come soon!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-4910923223097540432?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/4910923223097540432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=4910923223097540432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/4910923223097540432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/4910923223097540432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/04/strawberry-poundcake.html' title='Strawberry Poundcake'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SeveK2fzKEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ttO0sqe9BQ8/s72-c/DSC01252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-1812763879595801432</id><published>2009-04-02T17:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:01:41.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Buggin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.....this is the newest edition to our family.  My new Beetle.  Last summer Ryan and I sold our Lexus because it was rear wheel drive and it did nothing but set in a pile of snow all winter long.  We went 7 LONG months with only my little green honda.  Which I have had since 2003.  Can I just tell you that shuffleing one car really is quite the task.  It worked out most of the time because we both work in Jerome, so one or the other would drop the other off at work. We literally had to arrange our work schedules to the same hours, lunch time and everything.  Even doctors appointments had to coordinate.  I don't know how we did it...but we did.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, US Bank decided that they were going to cut everyone's pay by 5% because of the economy and so Ryan's hours got cut back 2 per week.  Not alot, but enough to really throw our schedule into a whirlwind.  Ryan would have to get up, shower, take me to work, come back home and finish getting ready, and then go into his job.  It was a nightmare, and a waste of gas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.....I begged and pleaded and this is what I ended up with!  I love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes...I know...it is not family oriented, but I'm small enough, that if we were to ever have a baby, I could definitely maneuver a car seat into the back somehow.  I bet you all you mama's are laughing at me....but I will make it work! My sister made it work with her Camero!  :)  When you love your beetle...you love your beetle!  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SdVPZkGhavI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XQmhkgJSQaU/s1600-h/DSC01181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320245835414465266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SdVPZkGhavI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XQmhkgJSQaU/s320/DSC01181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my little race car, fully equipped with a turbo and everything.  This thing goes so fast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even Lucy loves it....I took a picture of her because she was running on the dash.  She will not get out of the bug, everytime I go out in the garage to get my purse out of it or something, she gets in and will not get out!  The other day I tried to grab her and she growled at me and ran to the passenger side and sat on the floor so I couldn't reach her.  I'm not sure why she likes it so much, but she does.... what  a dog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So....we just leave her in there and when she wants to get out, she gets out.  Usually Ryan has to yell at her before she'll listen. Funny how that is...I hope our kids listen to me, because Lucy doesn't. She only minds Ryan.  Ok...now I'm probably really scaring you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SdVPZT_SLmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5xffrZ2pMpg/s1600-h/DSC01180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320245831089139298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SdVPZT_SLmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5xffrZ2pMpg/s320/DSC01180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I hadn't blogged for awhile and couldn't really think of anything to blog about, and this is really the most recent thing that has happened to us...so there you have it!  We're Buggin now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-1812763879595801432?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/1812763879595801432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=1812763879595801432' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/1812763879595801432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/1812763879595801432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/04/buggin.html' title='Buggin&apos;'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SdVPZkGhavI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XQmhkgJSQaU/s72-c/DSC01181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-710626437596136043</id><published>2009-03-21T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:27:00.741-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>CoMpEtItIoN!!</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to Boise and met up with my family to watch my step-sister's dance competition.  Yup...she dances for Rigby!!!  The competition was at the Idaho Center in Nampa.  I had SOOOO much fun!! I have never been able to just set and watch a competition all the way through...because of course...I was always competing!  I loved it, it was so much fun to go and watch all the teams and see the new things they are doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, that Rigby is pretty good this year.  They were only in the Military, Novelty, and Dance categories, but they were so great.  And they were wearing our old Military uniforms from sophomore year!!  Memories...!!! Their novelty was super duper cute.  They did a circus theme.  I loved it.  So cute.  Made me want to dance again.  Oh if I only had the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found so interesting though, is that there were NO teams from Idaho Falls.  Apparently they don't have any really anymore.  Not sure why.  That kind of stinks. &lt;br /&gt;But of course, Centennial was rockin as well.  They were always amazing, and still are.  Their kick routine was to the song " itty bitty, teeny weeny, little polka dot bikini" It was adorable.  And their team is huge and so uniform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also really impressed with Boise States Cheerleading Team.  Their competition routine was amazing, and apparently they are taking it to Anaheim.  Their stunts were nearly flawless.  Its great to see that Idaho Teams are so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow......I'm super duper tired from all that driving and setting!  So I'm DONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-710626437596136043?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/710626437596136043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=710626437596136043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/710626437596136043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/710626437596136043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/03/competition.html' title='CoMpEtItIoN!!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-6682675535198983729</id><published>2009-03-18T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:03:16.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Driving Range</title><content type='html'>Can I just start this post off by saying that today was AWESOME!! It was SOOO nice!  I actually got to take off my sweater, short sleeves and all.  It is about time.  Usually Jerome is really warm, alot warmer than Idaho Falls &amp;amp; Rigby, but this year it really is just taking its sweet time warming up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day was so nice, Ryan and I decided to go to the driving range after work and hit a few balls.  My hairdresser, Sandy, who I might add, is so neat and fun, told me last time I was there that I was going to become a golf widow if I didn't learn how to golf.  Apparently her comments have sunk in, because since then I have found myself chipping balls around in the back yard, and now...going to the driving range.  I hit some pretty good shots, but about 90% of the time I missed the ball, and now have a shoulder in excrutiating pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I must tell you that something happened today while we were at the driving range, that I have never seen before and I am VERY VERY bothered by it.  I thought that maybe if I blogged about it, it would help me stop thinking about it.  Even though I've already texted a million people and filled out a police report.  You're really probably wondering what I'm talking about now huh....ok....here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we were hitting balls and goofing off, a jeep cherokee pulled into the parking lot at the driving range.  We didn't really think much of it other than the fact that they might be joining us.  Boy was I wrong.  A lady jumped out the jeep and headed over to the porta potty that they have over there.  She was yelling something, but I couldn't really figure out what her problem was.  A few minutes later she came out of the potty and started walking back over to the jeep.  She went to the back passenger door and started pulling out some bags and eventually these bags of stuff ended up in the parking lot on the gravel in a heap.  Her and her "boyfriend, friend," whoever started fighting and I was watching them.  Next thing I know, he punches her in the face!  I said, "OH MY GOSH RYAN! That guy just punched that lady in the face!" He turned around and watched for a second with me.  He didn't really know what was going on and just went back to hitting his golf balls.  I, on the other hand, am nosey, and just couldn't stop staring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fight continued and she tried to hit him a few times but missed, next thing I see is her on the ground on her back and this guy grabs her by her hair and drags her on her back through the gravel in between his car and this huge work van.  I just could not stop watching.  I was literally sick to my stomach.  I wanted to call 911, but my cell phone was in the car and I was not about to go over to that parking lot to retreive it.  I heard a really loud thump and new that he had smacked her again somewhere somehow.  Then I saw the poor lady on the ground underneath his jeep and he was kicking her!  At this point I am just really concerned.....but there was nothing we could do...I didn't want Ryan and I to get involved for fear of our safety!  Then, a truck pulled into the parking lot behind the jeep and sat there and watched them for a bit.  I thought maybe this guy will stop beating her because they are being watched.  Oh no, he kept it up.  Finally the lady got up and stumbled over to the pile of her stuff.  She was limping so bad and her hair was just a mess and her face was so red...I'm sure she was bleeding.  She picked up her stuff and started walking across the road.  The man called out after her and she just kept walking.  I though oh please...just get away from him...please just run for your life.  Well, the guy got into his jeep and followed her.  Stupid woman got back into the car with him!  That stupid stupid woman!!! I was furious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck that was watching them drove out of the parking lot and was following them.  Obviously he called 911 because a few minutes later every cop in Jerome went flying by.  I thought please oh please catch that man.  Please.  Finally we finished up our buckets of balls and when we were getting ready to leave, a cop came back over to investigate the scene.  As we were driving out, we asked him if he was able to catch the man.  He said no they didn't because he made it into Twin Falls County before they could reach him, so the Twin Falls Police were on the chase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked if we had any information and  I told him that I had saw the whole thing, and then Ryan and I had to fill out police reports.  He stopped by our house a couple hours later to pick them up and asked if we would testify in court if needed.  We said yes, but it would be so scary! People like that belong in jail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop told us that the eventually caught the man.  I was so glad to hear that he is setting in jail.  Apparently he is already a convicted felon, sex offender and all.  Not a nice person.  Cop told us that the lady said that she started the fight and that he didn't hit her, but the cop still arrested him anyway because he had 3 statements from 3 witnesses that were all the same story.  He said he found it interesting that she said he didn't hit her, but she had a black eye and scratches and bruises all over her neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes!! I just can't believe it!! I just stood there the whole time with my hands over my mouth just in awe.  I was so nauseated that I am surprised I did not throw up all over!  I can't stop thinking about it I'm so bothered about the situation.  I never thought that something like this could bother a person in such a way, especially when its not directly related to them.  But it does...it bothers you.  I found myself praying to god and asking why there are such bad people in the world?  Why do people do things like that to others?  I'm so upset...hence this novel of a blog post.  But...I'm hoping...that this will help clear my mind...so I can sleep tonight....  and not wonder about how many other women in the world are getting beaten and hurt.  Its terrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How grateful I am to be married to such a loving, caring man, who would never hurt me or our family.  And how grateful I am that we have the Lord in our lives to protect us in situations like these.  That man very easily could have noticed us watching and hurt us as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....I'm done with my rant....I HOPE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-6682675535198983729?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/6682675535198983729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=6682675535198983729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/6682675535198983729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/6682675535198983729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/03/driving-range.html' title='The Driving Range'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-7060196586002707552</id><published>2009-03-15T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:15:04.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Funny Anymore!!</title><content type='html'>Every night, I like to shower before I go to bed.  Its one of those relaxing things, helps me fall asleep.  Just barely, I got into the shower so I could set down and relax and watch tv for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know, my shower wouldn't be so nice and relaxing.  I got in and as I was washing my hair, Ryan came in and I heard him say, " I'm going to brush my teeth, I just ate a banana."  I'm thinking, ok whatever weirdo.  Next thing I know, I am being drenched in FREEZING cold water.  Of course, I immediately started to scream.  I don't know anyone who wouldn't.  I looked up and there was my loving husband, peering over the top of the shower curtain with a goofy smile and an empty glass.  I could have killed him!  Talk about being ticked off, I was exactly that.  So I said "Get out of here you jerk!"  haha, I'm sure this whole thing was hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that isn't enough, yesterday we were out in the yard hitting some golf balls around and the next thing I knew, I was being pegged in the side with a golf ball!  OUCH!  Yes, loving husband strikes again.  He claims it was an accident...I beg to differ.  So here I am today, freezing and bruised from golf balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he would ever stop picking on me, and his response, "ya, when we have kids."  I have a feeling that life in the Darrington household is going to get more interesting as time goes on and our family grows.  YIKES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-7060196586002707552?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/7060196586002707552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=7060196586002707552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/7060196586002707552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/7060196586002707552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-not-funny-anymore.html' title='It&apos;s Not Funny Anymore!!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-4482510279267114523</id><published>2009-03-08T19:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:59:52.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided that our bedroom looked a little boring.  And it wasn't dark enough at night time.  So I ordered some fabric from JoAnns and decided to tackle a new project and make my own curtains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how they turned out after I finished them.  I think I'm going to change the paint color on the walls.  Not sure what to do...?? Any suggestions???  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SbR2lAsGeaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wR68DNSjWts/s1600-h/DSC01097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311000238788868514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SbR2lAsGeaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wR68DNSjWts/s320/DSC01097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the fabric because it has the most beautiful embroidered detailing in it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But like I said...it kind of blends with the walls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I'm just second guessing myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SbR2k3YUuhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LYiKEn07jrk/s1600-h/DSC01099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311000236289997330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SbR2k3YUuhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LYiKEn07jrk/s320/DSC01099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't use tiebacks for the ones above the bed because they are so much shorter, so we'll just have to leave them hanging for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SbR2knvHO1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/AqxplC0ZzpU/s1600-h/DSC01098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311000232090614610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SbR2knvHO1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/AqxplC0ZzpU/s320/DSC01098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this window was long enough to allow for the tiebacks!  I love tiebacks, they are the coolest things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SbR2ka0s0oI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BrNGXWUPY08/s1600-h/DSC01093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311000228624388738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SbR2ka0s0oI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BrNGXWUPY08/s320/DSC01093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, Ryan had to be involved....don't laugh at his ugly "Sadam Hussein" t-shirt.  Oh wait...I was just informed that its "Fidel Castro"  not Sadam.  Excuse me! :)  One of those shirts that he has that I can't stand...oh ya...and his g's are hanging out!!  Ha! What would I do without my husband to laugh at? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-4482510279267114523?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/4482510279267114523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=4482510279267114523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/4482510279267114523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/4482510279267114523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/03/curtains.html' title='Curtains'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SbR2lAsGeaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wR68DNSjWts/s72-c/DSC01097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-3932618963677449086</id><published>2009-03-03T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:28:30.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why in the world...??</title><content type='html'>Britt- - -don't read this until after you have watched The Bachelor. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited last night to watch The Bachelor, but I didn't get to start it until around 9:00. Some of my friends were texting me and it was SOO crazy because I didn't want to know what happened. I had really liked this season because the people involved seemed to be so genuine and true. It didn't seem so fake like reality tv is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely in shock, and quite frankly, to be honest, a little torked off! What is it about reality shows and the drama they create? Whats even worse, is that peoples emotions are involved, and it can really mess people up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up until 12:00 watching all 3 hours of The Bachelor that I had recorded. By 12:00 I was so upset I couldn't even sleep! Jason really upsets me. He puts off like he is such a great wonderful caring guy, and in the end, he turns out to be such a weasel!! Who picks one absolutely wonderful girl, dates her in real life for 6 weeks after the show is over, decides she isn't good enough, goes back on national tv, dumps her, and picks the other girl he already dumped on national tv! COME ON!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really needs to be some changes made to that show. For instance, lets call it "The Bachelor; Real Life" Bring these people into your real life. Your every day work, your family, your home. Go on NORMAL dates like the rest of us! No wonder noone ever stays together off this show. Who wouldn't be able to fall in love while going on such extreme dates. No wonder it doesn't work when its back to real life, because real life isn't enough after they have been taken on these outrageous romantic dates, and taken on trips around the world to some of the most beautiful places. This will never happen though, because NORMAL life doesn't sell on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I'm a little upset about this. Then...what was the point of having the After the Final Rose show with no audience? I realize they were trying to cater to the emotions that were running very high, but the episode still aired on tv, so its not like they really kept it confidential!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be interested to see how tonights episode turns out.  And I'm sure that even though I think this is stupid, I'm still going to continue to watch this show!  Women and their drama! We just can't get enough of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-3932618963677449086?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/3932618963677449086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=3932618963677449086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3932618963677449086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3932618963677449086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-in-world.html' title='Why in the world...??'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-8925865238617079109</id><published>2009-02-27T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:07:17.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>Someone once told me that what goes around, comes around, so don't get upset when someone does something that doesn't exactly "suit your fancy" so to speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two weeks have been absolutely CRAZY at our house.  Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, my dearest husband, had to go into surgery to have his tonsils taken out.  Once we got into his room and they had stuck an IV in his arm, I immediately knew that things were going to get a little bit on the strange side.  How did I know this?  Well, as Ryan was laying on this hospital bed in one of those oh so hot nightgowns, he proceeded to explain to me his death wishes....  haha....in case he was to die while he had his tonsils out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are those wishes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Take the money I get from life insurance, and buy a lambo.  And only I can drive this lambo.&lt;br /&gt;2. If I am to marry again, new husband cannot drive the lambo, can't look at it, it is to remain in the garage at all times covered by a car cover, so new husband can't see it.  Unless by chance I marry his cousin Cole, then cousin Cole can drive the lambo. &lt;br /&gt;3. He proceeded to make a list of people who can drive the lambo, who can't drive it, who can't see it, who can...ect ect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the list went on and on and all I could do was laugh and giggle because he was dead serious, but it was so funny because all I saw was Ryan in his funny hospital gown with knee high black grandpa socks hanging out.  I just couldn't take him seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgery only took about 30 minutes, but we were there from 8:00 until 2:00.  Little did I know that the next week was going to be an absolute nightmare.  Who ever knew that men were such whiners? I didn't! I thought they were supposed to be "tough" and act "tough" Holy cow was I in for a surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on Saturday afternoon, Ryan's eye started to swell up and he was getting a really bad eye infection.  So he asked me to get an ice pack so he could put it on his eye.  Obviously he was tired of holding the ice pack, so he asked me to get a piece of fabric or something to tie it around his head, so I did.  Then, he couldn't see the tv, so he wanted his glasses so he could see....after I was done fixing him up, this is how he looked.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SaildnlJlFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/U-Xwt8Q-SQY/s1600-h/DSC01075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307674089115718738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SaildnlJlFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/U-Xwt8Q-SQY/s320/DSC01075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA!!! I love it!! Now this is payback for laughing at me when my face is numb and not moving correctly!! Look how retarded he looks after I've finished "doctoring" my patient.  Anyone think I should be a nurse??  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, please be aware that the next picture you are about to see is of my husband the cyclops. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SaildsO12lI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vKZIBkxmhCE/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307674090364328530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SaildsO12lI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vKZIBkxmhCE/s320/DSC01078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor guy, he got a really bad Stye in his eye from having his tonsils out and infection running around and all sorts of sickness.  Its finally starting to go down so he's getting back to normal.  Finally, I'm tired of all this doctoring!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'm done trying to be funny.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-8925865238617079109?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/8925865238617079109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=8925865238617079109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/8925865238617079109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/8925865238617079109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/02/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SaildnlJlFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/U-Xwt8Q-SQY/s72-c/DSC01075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-5002822718910626104</id><published>2009-02-16T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:53:50.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SZpCgbDuiQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4FL4J1dTCho/s1600-h/DSC00989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303624635968817410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SZpCgbDuiQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4FL4J1dTCho/s320/DSC00989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I must have been a little bored with the empty plant shelves in our house, because I went to Michaels, and this is what I ended up with after the day was over! Who would have ever though I could take a bunch of flowers and weed looking things and turn it into something so great.  So now, this arrangement is setting on my plant shelf looking awesome!! Yay!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-5002822718910626104?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/5002822718910626104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=5002822718910626104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/5002822718910626104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/5002822718910626104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/02/crafty.html' title='Crafty!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SZpCgbDuiQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4FL4J1dTCho/s72-c/DSC00989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-1755080439390042114</id><published>2009-02-10T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:12:53.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Day</title><content type='html'>Today, was a rough day, let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 a.m. Wake up, bath, get ready for the day&lt;br /&gt;8:15 a.m. Say good bye to husband, get in car...head to the DENTIST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have had this tooth that has been driving me NUTS!  Absolutely nuts, it hurts like crazy.  If you have ever had a toothache, then you know what I'm talking about.  Excruciating pain.  So I called and made an appointment with the dentist.  He decided that we should probably do a root canal on my tooth.  Ya, you read that right...and stinking root canal!!! These words are swear words in my book and I was shocked to hear that me, a 24 year old, will have to have a root canal! AHHH!!! &lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to tough it out and go through with the procedure.  After 2 horribly painful shots in the mouth with numbing injections, I thought was going to die.  Boy was I wrong, 'ole mister dentist started to drill a hole in my tooth and it hurt like a $#&amp;amp;!*$#*!&amp;amp;%#*!!!! So he stopped and decided to stick another needle full of anesthetic into my mouth. OUCH!!  Another 5 minutes goes by, he starts to drill again, it still hurts!! So he stops, and injects a 4 needle into my mouth.  By then I had had it with this needle business.  Finally, after being stabbed a thousand times, my whole face was numb, and so we continued on with this so called "root canal". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time I'm thinking, "huh, this isn't so bad, going well, can't feel a thing, watching some tv...sweet, I'll be out of here in no time. Pain free."  And then the dentist says, "Camille, we're going to have to refer you to a specialist, I can't finish the root canal with out a microscope."  WHAT?? You have seriously got to be kidding me...I mean, come on dude...a specialist?  Thats going to cost a fortune!  So we made an appointment with the specialist in the afternoon and I left not really knowing exactly why I had to go to a specialist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to work, and I just wanted to crawl under my desk, my face felt like it was going to fall off! Not joking...so I took some of the pain killers I was prescribed.  Didn't do a thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 rolls around and I head back to Twin for the 2nd time now to the specialist.  Get there, he is behind over an hour.  So I sat there in the office, about ready to pull my own tooth it hurt so bad, and waited.  FINALLY, it was my turn.  Now...for the 5th time, I was poked with another needle, 2 more times...to numb up my face, AGAIN!  I was informed that my tooth had an bacterial infection and thats why I had to go to the specialist.  Thank you for telling me...$800.00 later.  Yikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 30 minutes later I'm all fixed up and feeling like a handicap.  I get home, pick my husband up from work and what does he do?  He laughs at me!!  Why is he laughing might you ask??  Check out this picture......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SZJLbqiF0BI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3UO6_wW5_7g/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301382650014322706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SZJLbqiF0BI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3UO6_wW5_7g/s320/DSC00987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While he was laughing at me, I couldn't help but laugh as well, because his laugh cracks me up.  This picture was taken of me when I was laughing my head off.  So the side of my face that is "not smiling" so to speak, is the side that is numb.  This is how retarded you look when you have been injected 6 times with anesthetic, and you're laughing, and your husband thinks its funny to take pictures of you at your most beautiful moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE CARE OF YOUR TEETH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. don't get me wrong, I take very good care of my teeth, we just happen to not be getting along right now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-1755080439390042114?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/1755080439390042114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=1755080439390042114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/1755080439390042114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/1755080439390042114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/02/rough-day.html' title='Rough Day'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SZJLbqiF0BI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3UO6_wW5_7g/s72-c/DSC00987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-3405818292805061957</id><published>2009-02-08T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:33:28.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcake Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SY94dKlN3II/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-KDzSnxdbg/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300587728890354818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SY94dKlN3II/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-KDzSnxdbg/s320/DSC00984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sooo.....today I got a little carried away.  This week we are having a little "bake sale" at the bank to start raising money for Relay For Life this year.  First Federal is a big sponsor of this event and so we thought we would get an early start on raising some funds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SY94dL6Bl6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Mo8GOijagF0/s1600-h/DSC00985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300587729246066594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SY94dL6Bl6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Mo8GOijagF0/s320/DSC00985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided that I probably got a little carried away when I started making cartoon faces on them out of candy corn and cinnamon lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SY94dKGhK4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/N1Q-sid3sPc/s1600-h/DSC00986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300587728761596802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SY94dKGhK4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/N1Q-sid3sPc/s320/DSC00986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyhow, I was quite amused at my little cupcakes and thought I would share them with you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't they look ssooo good?  Would you pay 50 cents for one of my delish cup cakes??  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SY94c-lgqbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AlWXA6-VFHI/s1600-h/DSC00983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300587725670361522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SY94c-lgqbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AlWXA6-VFHI/s320/DSC00983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-3405818292805061957?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/3405818292805061957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=3405818292805061957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3405818292805061957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3405818292805061957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/02/cupcake-anyone.html' title='Cupcake Anyone?'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SY94dKlN3II/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-KDzSnxdbg/s72-c/DSC00984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-7102905240686414333</id><published>2009-02-04T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:03:09.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SYm54dHKpbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/H5VtEev27r8/s1600-h/old.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298970816116598194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SYm54dHKpbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/H5VtEev27r8/s320/old.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; THIS IS HAPPENING RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;HERE IN OUR OWN COUNTRY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We Must Stop This Immediately! Have you noticed that&lt;br /&gt;stairs are getting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;steeper&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;Groceries are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heavier&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;And, everything is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;farther&lt;/span&gt; away. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I walked to the&lt;br /&gt;corner and I was dumbfounded to discover how &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; our street had become! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SYm54S_kG4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/J4-DXZjRiII/s1600-h/Old1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298970813400357762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SYm54S_kG4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/J4-DXZjRiII/s320/Old1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, you know, people&lt;br /&gt;are less considerate now,&lt;br /&gt;especially the young ones. &lt;br /&gt;They speak in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whispers&lt;/span&gt; all&lt;br /&gt;the time!  If you ask them&lt;br /&gt;to speak up they just keep&lt;br /&gt;repeating themselves,&lt;br /&gt;endlessly mouthing the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;silent message&lt;/span&gt; until they're&lt;br /&gt;red in the face!  What do they think I am, a lip reader? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SYm54Vbz_dI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mMevy-OeVDQ/s1600-h/old3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298970814055710162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SYm54Vbz_dI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mMevy-OeVDQ/s320/old3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also think they are much&lt;br /&gt;younger than I was at the&lt;br /&gt;same age.  On the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;people my own age are so&lt;br /&gt;much &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;older&lt;/span&gt; than I am.  I ran&lt;br /&gt;into an old friend the other day&lt;br /&gt;and she has aged so much that she didn't even &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SYm5pYgh_fI/AAAAAAAAADw/mJJueGpax88/s1600-h/old4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298970557182770674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SYm5pYgh_fI/AAAAAAAAADw/mJJueGpax88/s320/old4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got to thinking about the poor&lt;br /&gt;dear while I was combing my&lt;br /&gt;hair this morning, and in doing so,&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at my own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;Well, REALLY NOW -&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;even mirrors&lt;/span&gt; are not made the way they used to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SYm5pDiHubI/AAAAAAAAADo/OOkdhe8B6dk/s1600-h/old5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298970551552293298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SYm5pDiHubI/AAAAAAAAADo/OOkdhe8B6dk/s320/old5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another thing, everyone&lt;br /&gt;drives so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fast&lt;/span&gt; these days! &lt;br /&gt;You're risking life and limb&lt;br /&gt;if you happen to pull onto the&lt;br /&gt;freeway in front of them. &lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, their brakes&lt;br /&gt;must wear out awfully fast,&lt;br /&gt;the way I see them &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;screech and swerve&lt;/span&gt; in my rear view mirror.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SYm5pF32UiI/AAAAAAAAADg/1x6EruEVlKo/s1600-h/old6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298970552180298274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SYm5pF32UiI/AAAAAAAAADg/1x6EruEVlKo/s320/old6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clothing manufacturers are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;less civilized&lt;/span&gt; these days. &lt;br /&gt;Why else would they suddenly&lt;br /&gt;start labeling a size 10 or 12 dress&lt;br /&gt;as 18 or 20?  Do they think&lt;br /&gt;no one notices? The people who&lt;br /&gt;make &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bathroom scales&lt;/span&gt; are&lt;br /&gt;pulling the same prank.  Do they&lt;br /&gt;think I actually "believe"&lt;br /&gt;the number I see on that dial?  HA! &lt;br /&gt;I would never let myself weigh&lt;br /&gt;that much!  Just who do these people think they're fooling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SYm5pCX1SrI/AAAAAAAAADY/kUNC3D_SDk4/s1600-h/old7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298970551240706738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SYm5pCX1SrI/AAAAAAAAADY/kUNC3D_SDk4/s320/old7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I'd like to call up someone in&lt;br /&gt;authority to report what's going&lt;br /&gt;on -- but the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;telephone company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is in on the conspiracy too:&lt;br /&gt;they've printed the phone books&lt;br /&gt;in such&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; small&lt;/span&gt;   type that no one&lt;br /&gt;could ever find a number in there!&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is pass along this warning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SYm5o8O6_fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_5Y16B2OQbw/s1600-h/old8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298970549592718834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SYm5o8O6_fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_5Y16B2OQbw/s320/old8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unless something drastic happens,&lt;br /&gt;pretty soon everyone will have to suffer these awful indignities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; PLEASE PASS THIS ON TO EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW AS SOON AS POSSIBLE&lt;br /&gt;SO WE CAN GET THIS CONSPIRACY STOPPED!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am sending this to you in a&lt;br /&gt;larger font size, because something&lt;br /&gt;has happened to my computer's fonts -&lt;br /&gt;they are smaller than they once were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-7102905240686414333?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/7102905240686414333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=7102905240686414333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/7102905240686414333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/7102905240686414333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/02/conspiracy.html' title='Conspiracy'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SYm54dHKpbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/H5VtEev27r8/s72-c/old.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-843096374721164673</id><published>2009-01-25T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:50:34.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasmine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SX0--xOCHzI/AAAAAAAAADI/W3r39CboTAk/s1600-h/JasmineJPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295457984942579506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SX0--xOCHzI/AAAAAAAAADI/W3r39CboTAk/s320/JasmineJPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, I've been tagged, again.  I was supposed to post the 4th picture in my 4th photo album and write about it, but that picture just happened to be the picture of the rear end of my car.  We had put it up for sale about a year or so ago, and then I changed my mind and decided I didn't want to part with the booger because it was almost paid off.  So I was making a scrap page of some more of my adorable little neices, and decided to post it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine is my sister's daughter.  They live in New York.  She loves to ride horses and read.  I haven't seen her for a while, and I sure miss her.  I love this picture of her in the little hat and scarf my sister made for her.  She looks so adorable.   She's always posing for pictures in her "cool" clothes.  The other picture is of Jasmine, Becca (blonde), and Blyss (back, brown haired).  Becca and Blyss are my brothers 2 little girls.  This picture was taken back in 2006 when my sister came down from New York to visit.  Those girls had so much fun playing together.  I wondered if we would ever pry them apart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it!! I think I've officially posted some pictures of all of our neices.  We also have 3 little nephews, and they are all trouble!! I have some pictures of Jesse, so once I make a page, I'll post it!  I don't have any pics of Cody and Cooper yet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now want to tag, Brittney, Kendra, Rachel, Sandi, Shawna, Cierra, Lori &amp;amp; Ashley. I think I've got you all!!  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-843096374721164673?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/843096374721164673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=843096374721164673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/843096374721164673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/843096374721164673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/01/jasmine.html' title='Jasmine'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SX0--xOCHzI/AAAAAAAAADI/W3r39CboTAk/s72-c/JasmineJPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-6346039359204545722</id><published>2009-01-24T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:22:28.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As promised, here is a short video clip of our new house!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e824e16786c66ad1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De824e16786c66ad1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330417260%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63F5AB58DF17C03B08373E6CFD5B497A2DCC736.79C7903F9432F91174F860DBB7327CF934F6A166%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De824e16786c66ad1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2CwrLjMPYztqOSQwNwuAEBidhAc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De824e16786c66ad1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330417260%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63F5AB58DF17C03B08373E6CFD5B497A2DCC736.79C7903F9432F91174F860DBB7327CF934F6A166%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De824e16786c66ad1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2CwrLjMPYztqOSQwNwuAEBidhAc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Also, I will not be responsible for any claims of motion sickness after watching this video.  I made myself sick!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-6346039359204545722?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e824e16786c66ad1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/6346039359204545722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=6346039359204545722' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/6346039359204545722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/6346039359204545722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-house.html' title='New House!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-8547253509795708503</id><published>2009-01-23T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:42:23.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity</title><content type='html'>Yes, you will be wondering the entire time you read this post, if my sanity is in check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think by now, most of you that know me really well, know that I absolutely adore animals.  All of them, big and small, smelly or not, I love them.  I think its amazing that we have these animals to keep us company when we're lonely, to be apart of our families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this love for animals came from my own little dog, Lucy.  It seems that she has been my pal for the last 6 years as I have went through some tough times.  Wherever I go, Lucy goes, if I could stuff her in my purse and take her to work, I would.  When I'm having a bad day, I just want to go home and play with her, I know she will make me laugh with her cute little face and excitement as soon as I come in the door.  She is always excited to see me when I come home, and is always forgiving if I have yelled at her for something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm done expressing my love for a dog...I'll tell you what I've gotten myself into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am apart of the Ambassadors Club with the Chamber of Commerce in Jerome, and the other day an e-mail came across.  In this e-mail was a heartfelt request for volunteers to help out at the animal shelter.  Obviously, I must have been in one of those moods and all I could think of was those poor animals who are locked up in cages all day long with no one to let them out or play with them.  And worst of all, they have to sleep on cold floors!!  I was at the point where I was going to make pillow beds for all of them, but was advised that thats probably not a good idea as they do have accidents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided I would volunteer to help.  How bad could it be? One or two nights a week won't kill me to give a little attention to another animal who has been dumped off at the shelter or abused because people are ignorant enough to not take care of their animals or give them the love and attention they need.  They have feelings too!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night was my orientation, the first time I got to go over to the shelter and see what its all about.  Boy was I in for a shock.  Not only is the animal shelter located far off the main road, its chuck full of dogs needing homes, food, and clean sleeping quarters.  We were taken into the back of the shelter where they keep the dogs.  Basically we were taught how to scoop poop and spray and mop down the stalls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that you all know that I am pretty small too...I'm talking not even 5 ft tall....  well, some of these dogs...are bigger than I am!!  I was told to go to Walmart, purchase some overalls, and some rain boots.  I couldn't quite imagine why, and then I was informed that when you get in the stall with the dogs, they are so excited that they jump, and they jump all over you. And if they have had an accident, chances are...its all over their paws, and after they are done jumping all over you....accident is going to be everywhere!! EEW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you all know...why my sanity is in question...who the heck wants to go and scoop poop, and not get paid...I'm seriously volunteering to scoop poop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what I told my husband, "How would you feel if you had to eat and sleep in a stall where you have had to go potty because noone was there to let you out or clean up after you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way too much compassion...way too much......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-8547253509795708503?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/8547253509795708503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=8547253509795708503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/8547253509795708503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/8547253509795708503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/01/sanity.html' title='Sanity'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-858050293616882599</id><published>2009-01-18T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:02:32.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Ray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SXQWlOpmklI/AAAAAAAAACk/FIY6iZ2PYIg/s1600-h/EmmaSmile+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292880290910736978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SXQWlOpmklI/AAAAAAAAACk/FIY6iZ2PYIg/s320/EmmaSmile+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Emma Ray, one of our 5 neices. She just turned 3 years old, and boy does she have a way of wrapping you around her finger. It doesn't take much. She has taken us all by surprise with her little jokes, stories, and stand up comedian acts. Oh ya, and her sweet little singing voice. She knows alot of the primary songs by heart. So cute. We have seriously got to have some kids so I can stop bragging about everyone elses! Its getting ridiculous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I have been playing around with the digital scrapbooking, and I'm totally loving it, so here is my latest creation of little Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we are finally moved into our house! Took 3 days to get our stuff moved and put away, but we are here! Pictures to come soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-858050293616882599?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/858050293616882599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=858050293616882599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/858050293616882599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/858050293616882599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/01/emma-ray.html' title='Emma Ray'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SXQWlOpmklI/AAAAAAAAACk/FIY6iZ2PYIg/s72-c/EmmaSmile+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-6593125920074780509</id><published>2009-01-11T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:29:09.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The TV is on fire!!!?</title><content type='html'>So it seems that life in the Darrington household proves to be quite interesting.  You never know what kind of trouble is brewing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was going about my usual business on Saturday, cleaning, laundry...ect ect.  I was in the middle of vacuuming when the power decided to go out.....again!!!  I looked at Ryan and he said, "Its your turn to go flip the breaker back on." Since when do you take turns flipping the breaker on everytime it blows? Well...since its an everyday occurance at our house, my husband decided he would be funny...and make it MY turn.  So I put on my boots and off I went, out into Antartica (too much snow...)  to flip the breaker back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon my entering back into the house, I started to take off my boots when my husband came running out of the living room screaming, "THE TV IS ON FIRE!! WE NEED TO GET OUT!! HURRY!! WHERE IS YOUR PHONE?" I'm thinking...what in the world is going on?  I wanted to go look to see if it was really on fire, but he was so busy running around frantically like a crazy man I didn't know what to do!!  I was trying to put my boots back on and I kept thinking that I needed to grab Lucy, but I couldn't find her.  Then I said "The tv is not on fire Ryan!" And he just started laughing.  I was so ticked off at him, but I wanted to laugh, because he did look ridiculous running around screaming that the TV was on fire.  I could have done without that scare.  Its not funny to pretend your house is on fire! Or something inside of it for that matter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, yesterday as I was washing the dishes,  I found myself being squirted with a spray bottle.  Ryan thought it was SOOOO funny to grab my spray bottle and squirt me from the living room when I wasn't looking.  Of course, I'm helpless when it comes to fighting back with him.  So I finished washing the dishes, and decided that I would wrap clear tape around the spray nozzle on the sink.  I was going to get him back....I'm tired of always getting picked on!!  I'm horrible at hiding things too, I kept cracking up as I was sewing my purses, and Ryan kept asking what in the world was so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just waiting for him to go into the kitchen and turn on the sink.  Whats even funnier, is that I was scared at what would happen if he did get soaked, I knew he would get me back, and like I said...I can't fight back! I figured he would tackle me and tickle me to death for hours and I would be laughing so hard I would just have to deal with it, or try to bite him or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, he went in there to make some brownies, he turned on the sink, but not all the way so he figured out what was going on before he got soaked.  My big plan flopped.  :(  I really suck at pranks!! Obviously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known that I married a prankster!! I must just look like I need someone to tease me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-6593125920074780509?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/6593125920074780509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=6593125920074780509' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/6593125920074780509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/6593125920074780509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/01/tv-is-on-fire.html' title='The TV is on fire!!!?'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-3850465471203553312</id><published>2009-01-06T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:09:10.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY nEw YeAr?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myjgd.com/jgdi/Penguins_Happy%20New%20Year-lilpenguinshop-4462384.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.myjgd.com/jgdi/Penguins_Happy%20New%20Year-lilpenguinshop-4462384.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;So its a new year...and I'm thinking to myself... What the heck am I going to do this year? What types of goals should I make for myself, my family...resolutions? I can't think of any!! Let me tell you why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Went to Rigby this weekend to visit family, came home Sunday night to a freezing cold house with frozen water pipes. Whats even funnier...the first thing I said after we discovered the frozen pipes was, "Oh Ryan, Lucy doesn't have any water!!" haha...I was more worried about our dog not having any water than Ryan and I not having any water! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Have you ever had your pipes freeze? I sure haven't! So...I called the landlord, and he didn't even know what to do!! Ryan and I called all of our parents, of course they can't really help since they are all far away. So we decided to tough it out and wait for a plumber to come the next morning. Can I just tell you how interesting it is to not have any running water. Luckily I had a case of bottled water we could use to brush our teeth and clean up a bit. I won't even go into the bathroom facilities. I've never felt so disoriented in my whole life. I found myself trying to turn on the water a number of times, only to realize that nothing was coming out. Sometimes I don't think we really appreciate the value of the simplest things...such as running water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My husband...bless his heart....was trying to be so helpful. He went outside and loaded up a plastic storage tub with snow...thinking it would melt and we would have water to dump in the toilet to flush it if needed. Really...it would have been easier to just drive down to Walmart and buy a tub of water...already melted.... But who wants to do that at 11:00 at night? And who would want to do something the easy way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;His great idea never really worked. Of course the snow wouldn't melt...and it was mostly just evaporating and what did melt was making a huge wet mess all over our bathroom. I know you are probably laughing right now...at all of this and my ridiculous complaints.... :) Obviously we are all a little spoiled in our day and age, so spoiled we don't know what to do when we don't have water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The plumber finally showed up around 11 the next morning, he hauled a gigantic propane tank and heater down under our house and after an hour the pipes unthawed and we had water again!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And now...I'm thinking that I should make a New Years Goal to have some more gratitude for the simplest things in life, that we are all blessed with. Like running water for instance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-3850465471203553312?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/3850465471203553312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=3850465471203553312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3850465471203553312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3850465471203553312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HaPpY nEw YeAr?'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-4271587742707962619</id><published>2008-12-24T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:32:12.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3rd Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SVJwzQD2fZI/AAAAAAAAACc/9gpSuaVQXxo/s1600-h/Jerome+Christmas08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283409338645773714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SVJwzQD2fZI/AAAAAAAAACc/9gpSuaVQXxo/s320/Jerome+Christmas08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken on December 3rd at the First Federal Christmas Party.  These ladies are the ladies that work at my branch in Jerome.  Left to Right: Jerrine, Jackie, Rosa, Jana, Me &amp;amp; Teena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to share this picture, because these ladies are some of my best friends, and I spend more time with them than I do my own family!  Thanks to work!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't be alarmed...all the alcoholic beverages belong to the husbands of these ladies...they aren't mine!! I know what you all were thinking....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Christmas Party was great, we had dinner, and there was a band, dancing and raffles.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhow... I hope you all have a MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love and miss you all!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-4271587742707962619?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/4271587742707962619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=4271587742707962619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/4271587742707962619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/4271587742707962619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-3rd-family.html' title='My 3rd Family'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SVJwzQD2fZI/AAAAAAAAACc/9gpSuaVQXxo/s72-c/Jerome+Christmas08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-526744589948013786</id><published>2008-12-21T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:32:55.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sappy</title><content type='html'>I must be feeling really "sappy" lately.  If you know what I mean.  The reason I say this...take a look at my playlist...   I think there is only like 2 upbeat songs on there! The rest are sappy, depressed, or mushy love songs.  ICK! Whats wrong with me you ask?  Heck if I know....just wanted to apologize to all of you who listen to my sappy depressed mushy love music when you read my blog.  Press mute!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-526744589948013786?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/526744589948013786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=526744589948013786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/526744589948013786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/526744589948013786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2008/12/sappy.html' title='Sappy'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-776785996525160372</id><published>2008-12-18T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:27:50.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dearest Friend Kate....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SUrOAQLbunI/AAAAAAAAACU/oWFeed8CAUs/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281260016783571570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SUrOAQLbunI/AAAAAAAAACU/oWFeed8CAUs/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So....I have just recently acquired a new friend. This friend thinks she quite humorous.... I have been so lucky....to be the culprit of her latest fun filled activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the story.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this morning, I am going about my usual day at work, nothing to exciting, just thrilled to be at work and excited to meet &amp;amp; greet any customer that will be coming in. My interoffice mail was delivered around approximately 10:30 a.m. As I was going through my envelopes, I noticed something interesting, see picture below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281257390596921554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SUrLnY3vmNI/AAAAAAAAACE/1DU26MZbIdM/s320/DSC00329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you see, its just a normal interoffice envelope, To Camille...From Kate. I'm thinking what in the world is she sending me? She didn't tell me she was sending anything.... Much to my surprise.....this is what I received....from my dearest friend Kate....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281257392641915474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SUrLngfTulI/AAAAAAAAACM/Sq5wDBHowNk/s320/DSC00331.JPG" border="0" /&gt; YUP....YOU ARE SEEING CORRECTLY....SHE SENT ME A PREGNANCY TEST!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently, now that we are moving into a new house...Kate thinks its baby time....or...because I have baby fever...she thinks its funny to send me tests....just in case. She even offered to take a test with me...in case I was scared! I just love my new friend!!! Isn't she great!!??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-776785996525160372?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/776785996525160372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=776785996525160372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/776785996525160372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/776785996525160372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-dearest-friend-kate.html' title='My Dearest Friend Kate....'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SUrOAQLbunI/AAAAAAAAACU/oWFeed8CAUs/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-9121378615286634404</id><published>2008-12-15T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:52:22.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Lucy the Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SUaXpGp6GGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RtME-7hPXr0/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280074345555302498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SUaXpGp6GGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RtME-7hPXr0/s320/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our little neice Lucy.  She is 1 year and some months old...can't remember.  :(  We got to spend Saturday afternoon with her, it was so much fun.  Totally didn't help my baby fever...but we got some cute pictures.  Lucy the dog really likes her...I think its because she doesn't grab her and pull her hair. So cute...she just snuggles right up next to her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SUaXnqsW9mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/f6eNE-1dSQA/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280074320869520994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SUaXnqsW9mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/f6eNE-1dSQA/s320/DSC00166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucy likes the camera.  Ryan had just got done giving her some dinner...as you can see...the obvious signs of food face.  She has the prettiest blue eyes!! Her sister Emma has really pretty eyes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SUaXmRh_lYI/AAAAAAAAABs/LS_NULvMs-g/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280074296935290242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SUaXmRh_lYI/AAAAAAAAABs/LS_NULvMs-g/s320/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nap time...apparently we were all a little tuckered out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SUaXlOGrdCI/AAAAAAAAABk/wcYibXJGUWk/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280074278835549218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SUaXlOGrdCI/AAAAAAAAABk/wcYibXJGUWk/s320/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is so funny.  You can see Lucy's tongue trying to give Lucy a kiss.  Have I confused you yet.....with the names... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news...  We have found a house that we want to buy!!  We are going to put in an offer today and see if they accept.  As soon as we get a home and get moved in...Its baby time!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Monday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-9121378615286634404?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/9121378615286634404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=9121378615286634404' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/9121378615286634404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/9121378615286634404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2008/12/meet-lucy-baby.html' title='Meet Lucy the Baby'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SUaXpGp6GGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RtME-7hPXr0/s72-c/DSC00149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-6770330984924608477</id><published>2008-12-11T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:20:08.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Craft Fair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SUGTX7__5XI/AAAAAAAAABc/kjOwafaeJEQ/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278662277707326834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SUGTX7__5XI/AAAAAAAAABc/kjOwafaeJEQ/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First things first....we got a new camera...and I just LOVE this picture of Lucy. Cracks me up! She's so cute! She has the look "I didn't do it I swear!"&lt;br /&gt;Now for official business:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....I will not be attending the craft fair this weekend....just in case any of you were DYING to come see me!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My excuse for backing out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan and I have been approved for a home loan, and so we are house hunting this weekend!!!!!! YAY! I feel bad for the poor RE Agent that gets to show us around...we get excited about the dumbest stuff...let me list them...for all you that are dying to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Like a dishwasher for instance...we haven't had a dishwasher since we've rented this little home...2 years now. I was afraid my hands were going to be permanently wrinkled from all that dish washing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. OH...and more than one bathroom!! We've been working with only ONE bathroom...let me tell you...that just doesn't work out. Especially when its the size of a closet!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. And....we won't have to run our dish network cable through the window anymore....the house will actually be wired for tv!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The power won't trip the main breaker everytime we turn the microwave on. Talk about a pain in the rear... Really ruins a perfectly good bag of popcorn...let me tell ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The garage will actually be attached to the house! No more running 10 miles from the back door to the garage to carry in groceries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Ok...I think thats all...if I think of more...you can bet I'll be listing them. I don't want to forget how wondering owning our own home is going to be!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you I would be back for more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  NO MORE UNEVEN FLOORS!!! I feel like I'm walking on a rollercoaster in my own house! Old houses have the most crappy floors ever.  I have been thanking my lucky stars every day that I have came home and not found my floor caved in... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Mice....no more stupid mice!!  I hate mice!! They crawl in Lucy's bowl and steal her food!! So NOT nice!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 9. Hmmm....normal heating units...like a furnace!  And not electric heaters that heat up the wall and the window and thats it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. CARPET!! I can't stand hardwood floors...all they do is collect dust and it takes double the time to sweep than it does to vaccuum.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew.......need I complain about my renter's phobia anymore???  You get the idea... :O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-6770330984924608477?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/6770330984924608477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=6770330984924608477' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/6770330984924608477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/6770330984924608477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-craft-fair.html' title='No Craft Fair...'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SUGTX7__5XI/AAAAAAAAABc/kjOwafaeJEQ/s72-c/DSC00025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-8745973001002294867</id><published>2008-12-09T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:12:22.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Post the rules&lt;br /&gt;2. Answer the six "8" items&lt;br /&gt;3. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving them a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite Shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Greys Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;2. Private Practice&lt;br /&gt;3. The Office&lt;br /&gt;4. The Big Bang Theory&lt;br /&gt;5. Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;6. The Bachelor&lt;br /&gt;7. The Hills - ridiculous drama...funny&lt;br /&gt;8. One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Went to Work&lt;br /&gt;2. Picked up Ryan for lunch&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to the Post Office&lt;br /&gt;4. Played ball with Lucy&lt;br /&gt;5. Finished a Clutch&lt;br /&gt;6. Started a totebag&lt;br /&gt;7. Ate some Potato Soup&lt;br /&gt;8. Bought a Birthday Card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite Restaurants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;2. Texas Roadhouse&lt;br /&gt;3. The Stop&lt;br /&gt;4. Jakers&lt;br /&gt;5. Canyoncrest&lt;br /&gt;6. Maxies&lt;br /&gt;7. Pita Pit - maybe not quite a restaraunt&lt;br /&gt;8. Any Chinese restaraunt...except the one in Jerome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I'm looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finishing my Christmas orders so I can relax a little bit&lt;br /&gt;2. Visiting family for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;3. Christmas&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting off work &lt;br /&gt;5. Maybe buying a new home&lt;br /&gt;6. Maybe getting out of the house we are renting...ugh!&lt;br /&gt;7. Kids - DON'T GET ANY IDEAS...I'M NOT PREGO YET...that I know of anyway! &lt;br /&gt;8. Summer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things on my wish list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To start our family!&lt;br /&gt;2. Lexus RX 300 - white&lt;br /&gt;3. Ryan to strike it rich so I can stay home with our babies. Yes...I have baby fever :)&lt;br /&gt;4. To buy a home&lt;br /&gt;5. For my new business adventure to take off...so I can stay home... &lt;br /&gt;6. Happiness always for my family members&lt;br /&gt;7. Happiness for all of my good friends&lt;br /&gt;8. Good health and happiness for my family..whenever Ryan and I start one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people I tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kate&lt;br /&gt;2. Kendra&lt;br /&gt;3. Rachael &lt;br /&gt;4. Shawna &lt;br /&gt;5. Brittney &lt;br /&gt;6. Ashley&lt;br /&gt;7. Cierra&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-8745973001002294867?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/8745973001002294867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=8745973001002294867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/8745973001002294867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/8745973001002294867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2008/12/eight.html' title='Eight'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-6008266207393986470</id><published>2008-12-07T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:43:18.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/STyH-oazRaI/AAAAAAAAABU/jZ4_8q31p3E/s1600-h/DSCN1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277242373442848162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/STyH-oazRaI/AAAAAAAAABU/jZ4_8q31p3E/s320/DSCN1484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For some reason....First Federal decided to purchase Gingerbread House Kits for every employee in the entire bank....Costco in Twin Falls is now out of stock...  So...here is my Gingerb read House.  I must say it turned out pretty cute for the first one I have ever made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-6008266207393986470?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/6008266207393986470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=6008266207393986470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/6008266207393986470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/6008266207393986470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2008/12/gingerbread.html' title='Gingerbread'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/STyH-oazRaI/AAAAAAAAABU/jZ4_8q31p3E/s72-c/DSCN1484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-5987259309242011191</id><published>2008-12-04T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:45:01.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Room at the Inn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kids-teens.org/Christmas/jesusisborntop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 485px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.kids-teens.org/Christmas/jesusisborntop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have just recently been called to serve as the Beehive Advisor in Young Womens.  So far it has been so much fun.  Last night we had a pretty fun activity, and so I thought I would share!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep in mind the story of Mary &amp;amp; Joseph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the girls out to 4 different homes with plates of goodies.  The first house we stopped at the girls got out and went up to the door with their treats.  We started to sing, and out came a little old lady from our ward.  She immediately interupted us and said, "I'm sorry, I thought you were my company, we are headed out to the movies, you'll have to come back another time when I can invite you in for hot chocolate."  Not thinking much about it, we gathered back into our cars.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off we went to the 2nd house.  Once again, we went to the door.  Sister Gibson answered and she was on the phone.  The girls asked if they could sing to her and she replied, "I'm sorry, do you mind if I say no? I am on the phone with a very important friend." She must have noticed the look of discouragement on the girls faces, because she then said, "Ok, sing really fast." So we sang We Wish You a Merry Christmas as fast as we could, losing all of the spirit, and took off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, the 3rd house, home of Sister Brooks.  She had her porch light on, surely she knew we were coming to sing to her.  Excited, the girls ran up and knocked on the door.  The next thing they knew, Sister Brooks was peering out her window at them, and then turning off her porch light, leaving them all standing in the dark.  I don't think I have ever heard such disappointment.  Why didn't she want them to sing to her?  Don't they like the Young Women? What did we do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, Beth, the MiaMaid Advisor, said, "Lets go to my house, surely my husband and kids will let you in to sing!"  Sure enough, we traveled over to Beths house, and her husband let us in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the girls gathered in Beths living room and once they were all sitting down, we talked about how they felt about the way their caroling activity went.  Obviously, they were all a little upset.  Then...the door bell rang, and in came the 3 little ladies that had shut them out.  Once they came in, the girls finally figured out what was going on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a nice lesson about Mary and Joseph and the discouragement that they must have felt while trying to find a place to stay.  We talked about remembering to make a place for Jesus, and Heavenly Father in our lives, and to remember the real reason for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is an "Inn" crowd, and there is a "Stable" crowd.  Which crowd are you apart of?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-5987259309242011191?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/5987259309242011191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=5987259309242011191' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/5987259309242011191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/5987259309242011191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-room-at-inn.html' title='No Room at the Inn'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-5219937364773676435</id><published>2008-12-02T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:06:57.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist Profile</title><content type='html'>Several of you have asked about seeing the bags I have been working on.  You can view them in my business blog.  &lt;a href="http://www.finnfancies.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.finnfancies.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have been featured in a new blog, to view the artist profile, go to &lt;a href="http://www.dotandlinehome.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.dotandlinehome.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-5219937364773676435?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/5219937364773676435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=5219937364773676435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/5219937364773676435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/5219937364773676435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2008/12/artist-profile.html' title='Artist Profile'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-2774347924434777310</id><published>2008-12-02T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:51:47.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged---by Brittney &amp; Kendra</title><content type='html'>Wow...so I get to tell you 7 interesting/unique things about myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I love to sew! I'm crazy about it.  Wierd...I know...old ladyish...I know, but....its the best thing in the world to create something so unique and give it to someone else!! I have just started my own business making handbags/wallets/clutches, and much more.  So far its going very well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a total clean freak.  We don't have a dishwasher in the house we are renting right now.  I totally hate it! If there are dishes in the sink before I go to bed...you can bet they are washed up and put away before I go to bed.  I hate dirty dishes in the sink...they stink!!!  Anytime we go out of town, the house has to be totally spotless before we leave.  If we come back from vacation to a messy home...I get very overwhelmed and upset!  Vacation can be tiring and to come home to a dirty house is just more work adding up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love my job...who the heck loves their job?  Not very many people! That is wierd!  I work with a group of people, and all of them are like family to me.  I have been in banking for 6 years now, and my knowledge has grown so much.  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My little lucy dog has to sleep in the bed with us!  I can't make her sleep at the end of the bed...she'll get cold!! And I'll get cold too!! She is my little snuggle bug...sorry Ryan.. :)  She also has to have a bath once a week so she is clean and soft! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I cannot stand clutter...which makes me a total hypocrite, because my spare bedroom is nothing but clutter...thanks to the purse business.  But...I can't stand it.  Its like I see it and it freaks me out because its just a big mess. Like an overwhelming project that just can't be completed.  AAHH!!!! I have to just keep walking and not even look in the room.  We're totally getting a storage shed soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What the heck is it with people who think they are so cool that they have to drive 15 miles an hour in a 25 mile an hour zone?? Come on!!! Don't they know I only have 1 hour for lunch! Seriously...no one wants to stare at you or your car as your driving...so pick it up.... ugh..hate that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Ryan and I spend every night reading an article from the Ensign or scriptures before we go to bed.  It keeps us both reading and helps us to be doing the things we should!  I love it! Its so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...I'm done....I guess I will tag.....Shawna and Rachel!  I don't know 7 more blogs that haven't already been tagged!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-2774347924434777310?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/2774347924434777310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=2774347924434777310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/2774347924434777310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/2774347924434777310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-by-brittney-kendra.html' title='Tagged---by Brittney &amp; Kendra'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-5543652949112051084</id><published>2008-11-30T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:41:35.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oink Oink!</title><content type='html'>I just got these slippers, and am convinced that they are the coolest slippers ever!!!  I would have preferred little froggy's, but....they didn't have my size, so I settled for the piggys.  When I walk around their little ears flop! So so cute.  Ok, sorry, kind of a dumb blog post, but I thought it was super cute picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/STNp1Y_iWTI/AAAAAAAAABM/EzANUR3Dh_g/s1600-h/DSCN1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274675954543909170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/STNp1Y_iWTI/AAAAAAAAABM/EzANUR3Dh_g/s320/DSCN1458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are finally back from Idaho Falls....and back to work tomorrow!  We're going to put up our Christmas tree tomorrow!! Can't wait!  Also.....I will be back up in Idaho Falls on the 13th for another craft fair at the Hampton Inn on Channing Way.  Its from 10 - 6, if any of you can make it....please come! I love to see you all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-5543652949112051084?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/5543652949112051084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=5543652949112051084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/5543652949112051084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/5543652949112051084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2008/11/oink-oink.html' title='Oink Oink!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/STNp1Y_iWTI/AAAAAAAAABM/EzANUR3Dh_g/s72-c/DSCN1458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-3889173024651359180</id><published>2008-11-28T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:58:58.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Finally.....we are on our way to Rigby....to visit my family! YAY!!  We get 3 Thanksgiving dinners this year....I'm totally going to have to hit the treadmill after this...   Thanksgiving was great, went to visit Ryan's family.  Our favorite little Emma (our niece) wasn't with us, so we missed her, but we did get to hang out with Lucy (the baby, other niece)  Yes...she has the same name as our dog....   Thats where the "Lucy the dog, Lucy the baby" came from.    Anyway....finally off work...its 6:00.. CHOW!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-3889173024651359180?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/3889173024651359180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=3889173024651359180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3889173024651359180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/3889173024651359180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2008/11/were-off.html' title='We&apos;re Off!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-2096681987577525642</id><published>2008-11-26T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:35:22.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy the Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SS4HLBmdVYI/AAAAAAAAABE/sowiCHPYPc8/s1600-h/DSCN0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273160099687126402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SS4HLBmdVYI/AAAAAAAAABE/sowiCHPYPc8/s320/DSCN0309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Isn't she adorable? We just love her...... She is 5 years old now. Probably the most spoiled dog ever. She has a "coach" brand collar. Very expensive!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lucy's first experience with a snow man...she was obviously way tooo interested, or maybe it was the roast that the best &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SS4GZJJNGZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YWSJTHOvtQc/s1600-h/DSCN0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273159242718452114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SS4GZJJNGZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YWSJTHOvtQc/s320/DSCN0450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;husband in the world stuck in the snowman for his eyes... EEW!! She would have stayed out there until that snowman melted, just so she could get that roast.  What a dog... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-2096681987577525642?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/2096681987577525642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=2096681987577525642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/2096681987577525642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/2096681987577525642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2008/11/lucy-dog.html' title='Lucy the Dog'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SS4HLBmdVYI/AAAAAAAAABE/sowiCHPYPc8/s72-c/DSCN0309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843782594644937650.post-6626442787614036438</id><published>2008-11-26T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:01:51.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New!</title><content type='html'>So this is the first time I have really started a blog....so bear with me...its probably going to take me forever to make this thing work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here we are.  Ryan and I have been married for about a year now.  We were married in the Boise Temple on November 2nd.  Talk about luck...we had the most beautiful fall day ever! I could walk around that temple all day in my dress without getting cold.  We had some beautiful pictures taken, I'm going to have to upload those a little later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're both currently working for banks in the Twin Falls area.  No kids yet.....  just our little Lucy dog. She is the best dog ever!!  Oh ya...and our 2 fish....  We bought these darn things the other day not realizing they can grow to be up to 3 feet long!!! Anyone have a pond?? We may have some fish up for adoption in a few years.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....I'm going to get back to trying to figure out how this thing works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843782594644937650-6626442787614036438?l=ryanandmille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/feeds/6626442787614036438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2843782594644937650&amp;postID=6626442787614036438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/6626442787614036438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843782594644937650/posts/default/6626442787614036438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanandmille.blogspot.com/2008/11/new.html' title='New!'/><author><name>Mille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767227160471565618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etf9HOv_HIQ/SxnypGfnjfI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Dk2sAQzfTk/S220/DSC01897.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
