<?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-2041187403994656025</id><updated>2011-08-19T05:37:57.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cbonitab</title><subtitle type='html'>Perfection in Progress!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-2084241899807964276</id><published>2010-11-21T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:54:49.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long awaited update...</title><content type='html'>So many posts that I read start with what I'm going to say... I haven't written in a LONG time.  Oh the life of a busy single girl in a new city. &lt;br /&gt;  Lets start with Some happy Thoughts: haven't done that in a while.  Lets start with my top 5 oh so happy things of the evening: &lt;br /&gt;#1 Bright Pink Nail polish in the winter. I almost makes you warmer just looking at it and wearing it.  Let us remember:  Once a Cali girl ALWAYS a Cali girl. &lt;br /&gt;#2 Peaches in Strawberry Banana juice.  YUM. What a delightful treat. &lt;br /&gt;#3 DI.  I have found some SMOKING deals at DI this past week.  Man are they Smoking. I love it, love them. True source of Love. &lt;br /&gt;#4 Jelly Bellies... I love that you can guess the flavor, Makes for some classic entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;#5 The lesson in Sunday school today.  It was AWESOME.  It's been a while since I've been to a Sunday school class that has rocked my socks.  It was such a great lesson. It was about the Book of Mormon being the Key Stone of our religion and Lives.  I love pondering the simple things of the Gospel.  So simple but yet Amazing profound. Everything I have and know are based on the fact that that Book is true. It is truly the word of God for our lives. &lt;br /&gt;  While in the class I thought alot about Nashville and the people I taught there. It was amazing the simple truth that was taught in the Book of Mormon that would literally change the entire life of those I taught and met with. I remember being younger and reading scriptures with my family.  As number 8 of a family of 9 children getting us all to read scriptures was no small thing. My poor parents.  HOWEVER. we generally read the scriptures daily, and if we didn't read them they were always a source of discussion. &lt;br /&gt;  How grateful I am for the scriptures being the key stone of my life. I realize that every time I have had any question I have always turned to the Book of Mormon. Life gets crazy? Seems like every the familiar feeling of home is found in those pages. I am grateful that my family has also adopted the familiar feelings of truth.  WHAT A BLESSING.  &lt;br /&gt;  I feel like my life right now is one big Question Mark.  Where will I be in a year, Will i still be just Cheryl, will I have a job... blah blah blah.  With all the questions in the world there is one that will always stand whole and true, it is My relationship with my Savior and the reality that he lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh so grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-2084241899807964276?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/2084241899807964276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=2084241899807964276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2084241899807964276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2084241899807964276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/11/long-awaited-update.html' title='A long awaited update...'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-8843629356291637534</id><published>2010-09-21T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T16:41:06.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of Update...</title><content type='html'>Here's just a little bit of whats been going on, I'll post more, I ran out of time at work :) Love you all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it feels like it has been FOREVER since my last post.  I don’t know how you bloggers do it.  I can’t handle working full time and being in a full time relationship- it’s crazy around here.  Lets do a run down… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augusto_ Derrek got a new car!  Horay!  It’s quite the car, and lets just say wonder oman would be in HEAVEN.  It was the pace car to the track he works at, (and if any of you are like me and don’t know what that means it was the car that lead the races).  He won the right to buy it at work ( I know it sounds funny but it was a Killer Deal only having 20k miles and all pretty looking, plus it’s some what of a collectors Item) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to SLC.  Most of you already know this, but I moved in with my little brother just off I 15 and 45th. Derrek lives on 21st and I 80 (or so) so literally we are 2 exits apart.  Very different than the 45 min apart, and let me say for the record that I LOVE it! I love being in the City, I love being close to the Big D, I love my new apartment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrek got his cast off!  Horay!  However, It seems like it would be better for me it he still had the cast.  I often get playing around and totally forget that it’s still an ouchie.  Totally ouchie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started in a new office, which has been great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Spetember I was able to start the month off with a Trip to Ohio for my Birthday.  Talk about party and a ½. My Sister Lyn had Twins a few months ago, and I have been dieing to get my hands on those babies.  Boy were they get to get a hold of!  They are so dang cute!  Hats off to my sister and brother in law who sleep very little.  I have become very use to my life with out kids and have found that I love the quiet.  I’m not quiet ready for 5 kids 2 of which being twins under the age of 2 months.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other Sister (Ceri) had moved to Ohio over the summer  and I missed them a lot.  They were also in Cincinatti and it was quiet the party when I got to see all the kids together.  8 Kids under 8, WOW.  That lady… Goslin something, no matter how crazy gets points in my book for simply Living under the same roof. It’s completely nuts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got Home from Ohio to have my Boy greet me at the airport.  I finally got out of him My birthday surprises… a New BED!  Yes a bed.  And Lion king Tickets, and a new Phone, did I forget to say I went to the John Mayer Concert the night before I left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just write some oh so grateful things really fast: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 I am oh so grateful for, my dad's foam pads he let me barrow.  They were awesome while I was waiting to figure out the bed thing. &lt;br /&gt;2 My brother.  HE fixed my toliet one day and he actually is really great to live with.  &lt;br /&gt;3 The missionaries drooling over Derrek's car when I went out to get something from it.  I miss my mission boys alot, so seeing them some how made me feel closer to my studs for a brief moment. &lt;br /&gt;4 a place in Ohio called Mejier.  It is awesome- 5$ shoes... that are cute!!! HOLLAR&lt;br /&gt;5 I can't help it... I am grateful for my boy. He is my Cheese to a cheese burger.  I am so much better with him around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-8843629356291637534?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/8843629356291637534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=8843629356291637534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8843629356291637534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8843629356291637534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-bit-of-update.html' title='A little bit of Update...'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-1963993713242511179</id><published>2010-08-15T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T18:30:40.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look but no touchy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TGiSmk_zg1I/AAAAAAAABBI/GB4tAgHJy88/s1600/derrek+and+daniela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TGiSmk_zg1I/AAAAAAAABBI/GB4tAgHJy88/s400/derrek+and+daniela.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505811735924409170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Him, in all his glory. My main squeeze and a dang cute little girl. He still gives me chills when we kiss: I've got it bad for this one. Heaven sent my Derrek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-1963993713242511179?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/1963993713242511179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=1963993713242511179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/1963993713242511179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/1963993713242511179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/08/look-but-no-touchy.html' title='Look but no touchy...'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TGiSmk_zg1I/AAAAAAAABBI/GB4tAgHJy88/s72-c/derrek+and+daniela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-8684467145068907527</id><published>2010-08-09T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T09:18:39.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The life...</title><content type='html'>So I love these emails. I more wanted to put them on a blog so I would have record of them. What are they you ask? Well, Joshy my dear nephew, got a package from his Aunty. This is his response to the package. It made me giggle, and in fact it was a reminder that he's still Joshy... and rock star at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"loved it all. I acted out a nephite lamanite battle for comp study with the army men. &lt;br /&gt;I got all three elders with the whoopy cushion. I'm wearing the shorts and shirt. I shot the noise balloons at the other companions last night after lights out and made them scream like girls. Great package. Thank you. Plus I have eaten a few of the ramen packages and plan to eat one in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like the ties alot. Elder Good actually made fun of the pink tie. and then i pulled out my other 7 pink ties and he felt kinda lame. he's all "ohhh.... your one of those pink dudes" like it was supposed to be an insult. I'm like "yeah man, that is where it is at and don't you forget it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that great? I love it. The next best thing would be getting pictures... Something is wrong with Boy missionaries. We get like NO pictures. LAME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend was the extended Butler Family reunion. The Butlers (William Ray) was in charge of the reunion this year. It's been fun for me to get re-acquainted with the cousins that I never knew. Interesting to say the least. There are pictures on Face book of the activity, so super fun. Derrek's family had baptisms that day so I didn't think he'd be able to make it since the baptisms were in South Jordan and the reunion in Spring Lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, I was sitting talking to my mom, and I see this car the kids are nailing with water balloons. I was making fun of it, then I realize it's my boyfriend. He drove right in the middle of a hornets nest of water balloons. Pretty fun, and awesome surprise. Again, how did I get so lucky? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAmily ROCks. I was reminded of this. Derrek and I had so much to do. Friday I went and picked him up from work so we could get his Drivers license, after that we hit up the bank before the weekend, then I got a text mom and dad, ted and mike were all meeting for dinner. So we met up for dinner. Derrek and I had gotten horribly sick from that buffet before so we watched while others ate. Mom and Dad ran into old family friends- the Dennis's- they lived in Bakersfield long ago, and are now living in Kaysville, ut. They sat and ate dinner- fun to see my parents excited to see old Friends and fun to hear the stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner Derrek and I got him packed up, and also grabbed all the stuff we needed and headed out to my parents house. We got out there at 10 pm (holy) and ended up with alot to do. Mike and my dad was All over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and dad made Pink and blue rice crispy treats, I topped them off with sprinkles, Derrek helped with the Butler Reunion Sign, and helped me glue the huge pictures of the ansectors on poster boards for different games I wanted to do like- pin the hair on the ancestor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the hard work, we Heated up some poppers, chips and dip and we played our selves some Farkle Until about 1 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh Dang how on earth did I get so dang LUCKY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Diet Dr. Pepper. I'm very grateful for the sugar free drink so I can partake with out worrying about the Yeast issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Aloe. Thank you Earth. Between tanning, and Kayaking Aloe= Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Food coloring. We got some for the rice crispy treats Derrek needed for the baptism. So of course we had green lemon bars, and I'm so excited about the colorful opportunities that maybe at hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Wipe off markers. In our house we use the white board wipe off markers to write notes for each other. The mirrors work perfectly. It's always fun to find notes in the rest room mirrors, etc. I love me My MAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Red Box. How's that for easy and cheap when it comes to date night? Saturday night we enjoyed 2 movies for 2 dollars. Shout OUT. Can't compare when the theatre tickets are like 17.50$ for the 2 of us. Screw that! "lets just wait for reb box" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life= awesome. LOVE LOVE LOVE it. Life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-8684467145068907527?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/8684467145068907527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=8684467145068907527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8684467145068907527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8684467145068907527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/08/life.html' title='The life...'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-956481478337358869</id><published>2010-08-04T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T10:00:30.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wed!!!</title><content type='html'>Doesn't happen very often, so are you ready?  I'm bored at work.  Can you believe it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day of the week, one more... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with graditude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 My fun/ cute new under shirts with lace on the bottom. I love love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 My date night with Zach!!! I got to buy the books I've been wanting to read. They are laced with all kinds of war stories, and tragitys, BUT always triumph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Flat shoes. Comfy! Perfect for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Toe nail polish. Fun! I didn't wear it for a couple weeks... took a "break" and when I put it back on I realized how much I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Mal's trash.  She was going to throw out like 2 bags of clothes.  Turns out some of them totally work as work clothes ( I truly don't care what I look like at work but they are cute)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-956481478337358869?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/956481478337358869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=956481478337358869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/956481478337358869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/956481478337358869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/08/wed.html' title='Wed!!!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-3711603844174092253</id><published>2010-07-29T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:44:48.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few Fun Photos of LIfe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TFISRBkjv8I/AAAAAAAABBA/hmsiJe6wtUU/s1600/weekend+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TFISPsCo8DI/AAAAAAAABAo/eY1nquAruYE/s320/Races+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499478155702366258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TFISPa6M4lI/AAAAAAAABAg/JvYJoARIch4/s1600/Races+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TFISPa6M4lI/AAAAAAAABAg/JvYJoARIch4/s320/Races+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499478151103570514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TFIRwql4j0I/AAAAAAAABAY/NaSZT8-3Ads/s1600/temple+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TFIRwql4j0I/AAAAAAAABAY/NaSZT8-3Ads/s320/temple+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499477622737375042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TFIRvzNFmlI/AAAAAAAABAQ/pPUTIZPjmuc/s1600/temple+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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I need to take time and be oh- so grateful.  My life is so incredibly blessed that I am going to chose to take a couple free minutes and express some serious graditude.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters.  My 2 sisters who live in Ohio (I still think that is so random!)  I adore them so much.  I need to be better to them.  My dear Lindy Loo has had trail after trial in this last little bit.  She moved from OK, to Ohio, she had twins 2 weeks before the move.  That’s enough to send me over the edge (let alone the birth story).  THEN, they couldn’t find a house so her and her 5 kids and hubby are living in a hotel.  Her Hubby starts a new job (shout out), and the ac in the hotel goes out!  My sister gets a kidney infection and is hospitalized.  My other sister takes her 3 kids to the hotel to help with the other 5 kids.  That’s a total of 8 Children in 1 hotel room. And I’m not helping anyone cause I’m playing gaga games in Utah (time off work is a whole other issue).  Then after all this her little boys eyes start crossing.  My niece Abby had eye crossing issues and many surgeries followed the crossing.  This is when they lived out in Houston, and I usually made it to the surgeries.  Now, being an adult and having a job it pains me that I can’t be there for little Alex.  Growing up SUCKS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if I had a million dollars?  I’d fly to Ohio and watch my sisters babies so she could have a nap. Literally, that’s what I would do.  THEN, I would go to my other friends house and help babysit, and then I would go to my other friends house and sit with her while she recovers, THEN I’d fly to Ecuador and give my nephew a big wet kiss (on the cheek-y)…  So much to do, and so little resources to do it with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best boyfriend; so cute, so fun, so just right for me.  A year ago today I would not have believed if someone would have told me the greatness I would be in a relationship with. He is a giant, and “wise beyond his years.”  We’ve got issues, but I’d say we are a winning team and more than 90% of the time we are apart I just want to be with him.  I’d say those are pretty good numbers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such good friends.  Seriously good friends.  Let’s say Mal in specific and a few other Shout outs.  It’s tough when life changes and things are unexpected.  Adjustments are hard.  I’m grateful for friends who believe and have the faith that I do, it makes changes easier, and the common goal clear.  I love them, regaurdless of the time I can invest in them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next point.  I LOVE LOVE my Long – far away friends.  Amanada, Lind’s, Virg.  All of whom I need to be better to.   Amanda, who just had surgery, Lind’s who just had twins, and Virg who had a baby also.  These friends of mine always focus the conversation on me and continually give to me emotionally.  It’s like my own fountain of endless support.  I love that there are people you can walk away from and not see for literally years, but for some reason when you see each other, it’s like no time passed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, My nephews.  My perfect, sweet, angel boys of nephews.  They make my Mondays worth living… Jason doesn’t have as much time to email as Josh, and we’ve had some intimate emails that I adore. He is truly being Shaped and formed to what the lord would have him become.  It’s fun to watch, but at the same time any one who has been shaped and formed knows its painful and really hard.  It’s hard to watch.  I can’t imagine how Heavenly Father feels. Horrible, helpless, but excited feeling all at the same time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these would- haves and should haves between the BBq’s with mister perfection and family stuff, and days with the nieces, and and and.  Seems like it’s never ending.  I sometimes feel so torn with all the should be’s that need to get done.  I’m pretty sure it’s pretty normal to feel like that, however doesn’t make it any easier.  I’ve ordered a Covey refill to some how soften the blow of craziness.  Heaven bless Steven for his awesome invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Pictures are to come... Derrek has the camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-4111665466137875070?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/4111665466137875070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=4111665466137875070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4111665466137875070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4111665466137875070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/07/enough-is-enough-i-need-to-take-time.html' title=''/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-5865074411367426011</id><published>2010-06-30T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T15:07:57.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful Again.</title><content type='html'>I feel like life these days is one big blur of packing for Salt Lake for the weekend then work monday morning, then Driving to SLC again on Thursday with some customers between the time.  Holy blur. Last weekend derrek's work had a big race and it was alot of fun to go see him in his element and be introduced to a whole new world of racing and stuff I haven't really known too much about. As you can see in the photo's below, we went go karting, hung out at the museum, and watched the races... All in all a good time by everyone.  Derrek's birthday was on Tuesday so it was fun for me to get to see him during the week.  We went out to dinner, drove around looking at houses (the houses in Down town are awesome) went to get some cards for some serious Rummy, and then a knock at his door.  The knock was his dad and the night ended with some chatting by his father. Derrek seemed to like his gifts, although he is not the excited type- I'd rather some one jump around happy, and he did not do that, but none the less a great evening with my BF.  (still weird to say) Derrek is rad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I had a few experiences this week that made me so grateful.  each of these experiences I'm going to share will count as my grateful lists... I hope thats ok with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #1  I have made it my goal to thank every veteran that sits at my desk.  Not an easy task because they are usually Felons, toothless, or currently drunk as I stumble through what I can do to help them.  As bad as it sounds, I have become numb to people and their issues-in my work you have to detach at some point or you'll go crazy.  So I had this one specific Veteran at my desk that I decided to be nice to and bend over backwards to help- this is a new thing for me.  As he stood up to leave I looked him in his eye and thanked him for his service.  He pulled back his sleeves from his shirt and said to me "I'd do it again."  I was especially touched when I looked down to his arms where he had pulled his sleeves back, and they were covered with scars from burns, clearly this guy has been through some serious wounds.  &lt;br /&gt;  I thought about that, and got emotional.  The Hero's of my day are literally sitting in front of me at my desk, or are all around me...  how grateful I am for men and women who do the ultimate, and sacrifice for me.  That's a Christ like attribute that I reverence, rather, I am learning to reverence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2  I deeply miss my sisters and their kids.  This I am grateful for this feeling.  If you are anyone in my family I have always been a little removed and wanting to live far away from them.   I have always wanted to live on  the east coast, but right now it wouldn't matter where we lived.  I just want my sisters. I feel home sick, but really its sister sick.  I want the feeling thats usually at christmas.  Everyone sitting around talking, and teasing the kids.  With the Twins here, and my other sister at girls camp, and then another sister across the States- far far away, I'm feeling a whole in my heart.  i've turned in to a girl that would live on the same street as my sisters... I'm some one I've always made fun of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I have time for now, however I am a frequent blogger.   I love you all... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO Grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-5865074411367426011?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/5865074411367426011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=5865074411367426011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5865074411367426011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5865074411367426011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/06/grateful-again.html' title='Grateful Again.'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-738219696883678987</id><published>2010-06-30T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:05:46.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TCujbbGVBeI/AAAAAAAAA9g/zE34HiFcBa0/s1600/Races+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TCuibsfiGSI/AAAAAAAAA8g/1-HeKq5ZMQ4/s320/Races+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488659167564667170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TCuia4Bzb2I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/2zyrLzCKIpQ/s1600/Races+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TCuia4Bzb2I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/2zyrLzCKIpQ/s320/Races+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488659153481330530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-2688624148286916126?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/2688624148286916126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=2688624148286916126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2688624148286916126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2688624148286916126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TCuicw9509I/AAAAAAAAA84/xiSYJOJtVXA/s72-c/Races+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-792679031733109785</id><published>2010-06-24T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:16:40.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday!</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness it's THURSDAY!  Feels like this week went Super Fast, but Also amazingly slow.  Here are some highlights of the week: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The stake rented out the surf and swim which I went to with Mal and Zach. How I love that those two are dating! It's like totally awesome. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; Highlights of surf and swim: &lt;/strong&gt;The BBQ of FOOT LONG hot dogs (these winnies were HUGE), Heated water (So nice to hang out in warm water when it's freezing cold out side), Malorie (we don't have much time to just hang out much), My bishop and his wife (they are so so NICE, I love them), the hot life gaurds (I know they are like 16 but still fun to gaze at them), oh and how could I forget the Special Ed guy that almost drownd: I know it's aweful aweful to say, but man I enjoyed watching the rescue effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bed time at 8pm monday night and before 10 the rest of the nights of the week.  I have enjoyed going to sleep, seems like I can never get enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jack and Cheryl "Special" time. We don't get the chance to talk alot like we use to and I genuinly enjoy talking to him. He has had girl drama so it's been fun hearing whats going on. Plus, he is in rare form, like so excited to be dating and he just wants to party... Love the energy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I invented yummy breakfast food.  Corn Tortilla's, ham and swiss cheese.  Divine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I got the invitations completed for the family reunion the Butler's are incharge of. It's going to be August 7th (all are invited), and we have some seriously cool stuff planned. I'm excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I talked to my supervisor and I'm offically in for a transfer Down Town. Deep breath, Huge deep breath. It will be great I know it, but still a big deal in my small little world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK time to be grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 My awesome Sunglasses.  I always feel fab when I am wearing those things, it's an instant facelift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Working with Elizabeth and Rene. They are Crazy, and so much fun! I admire Rene for being true to her self, and always doing what she know's is right.  Some times in a work place full of nasty politics it's hard to find a genuin person. I am grateful for Elizabeth because of her example or service.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done for the day, Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-792679031733109785?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/792679031733109785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=792679031733109785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/792679031733109785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/792679031733109785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/06/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-4621059987042604170</id><published>2010-06-22T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T07:57:53.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy</title><content type='html'>My goodness I’m so grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Bag water.  I found boxes of bag water for $2.29 at Maceys grocery store and let me tell you it’s fun!  Doesn’t taste very good at all, but it’s worth just carrying around a little bag of water.  Love it, thank you Macey’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 My skin tag.  I had one in my arm pit, until Derrek attacked me with dental floss and strangled the little guy right off.  HOLY ouch. He got half the tag, and I have an open ouch in my pit.  Derrek swears my quality of life will be improved. What ever.  The best part is there will need to be a round 2 cause he only got half of it.  I am grateful cause it entertained us for a good 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 My ring.  I have a pretend wedding ring that saves my life at times.  I work among real champions of citizens, and a semi attractive girl has no hope of being repested with out a ring on her finger.  Fair?  Not at all, however they are the rules of society so embrace them we must! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 My purple walls.  I love my Surfer girl room.  Love them. They make me smile with hope of another trip to CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Garments.  Comfy.  Breathing.  Mine are currently too big, and Oh how excited I am to one day replace them all and have all new, clean, and amazing garments to wear. Yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.”  ~G.K. Chesterton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-4621059987042604170?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/4621059987042604170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=4621059987042604170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4621059987042604170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4621059987042604170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-happy.html' title='Happy Happy'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-4737208739432177192</id><published>2010-06-21T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:13:21.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends are so fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TB-qqc8P3dI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/7NfB_s1puwo/s1600/temple+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TB-qqc8P3dI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/7NfB_s1puwo/s320/temple+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485290517460671954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TB-qpmxEAwI/AAAAAAAAA8I/cPnU1UhrbuA/s1600/temple+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TB-qpmxEAwI/AAAAAAAAA8I/cPnU1UhrbuA/s320/temple+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485290502918243074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TB-qpBG3abI/AAAAAAAAA8A/fdISmvd-obc/s1600/temple+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TB-qpBG3abI/AAAAAAAAA8A/fdISmvd-obc/s320/temple+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485290492809144754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TB-qo47qyWI/AAAAAAAAA74/QUGVEk5__-4/s1600/temple+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TB-qo47qyWI/AAAAAAAAA74/QUGVEk5__-4/s320/temple+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485290490614696290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TB-qoaqdzWI/AAAAAAAAA7w/lm0eT9S4mwQ/s1600/temple+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TB-qoaqdzWI/AAAAAAAAA7w/lm0eT9S4mwQ/s320/temple+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485290482489478498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the people in my life that make it so exciting to look forward to the weekend.  I'm also Extremely grateful for my friends who make everyday a party.  Derrek and I had date night at his house, and we ended up having an awesome dinner, then temple square and a movie.  We got to see my parents on sat morning and also hit up the farmers Market (awesome).  Then we had a date night with Hannah (my BF from SUU- shout out).  Long day!  Then off to Da's for breakfast, with mike and my parents.  We also hit up church, then off to Derrek's adorable sister for dinner with his family.  We cooked... turns out we are pretty good together.  Awesome conversations and awesome awesome company. Have I mentioned that life is good?  Oh man it's good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-4737208739432177192?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/4737208739432177192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=4737208739432177192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4737208739432177192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4737208739432177192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/06/weekends-are-so-fun.html' title='weekends are so fun!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TB-qqc8P3dI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/7NfB_s1puwo/s72-c/temple+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-8564043657139415134</id><published>2010-06-17T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T09:35:08.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBpOnRXdjYI/AAAAAAAAA7o/iB4aF5Ym4i4/s1600/weekend+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBpOnRXdjYI/AAAAAAAAA7o/iB4aF5Ym4i4/s320/weekend+122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483781932860673410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBpOmzFkyiI/AAAAAAAAA7g/HOzomWEzD_Y/s1600/weekend+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBpOmzFkyiI/AAAAAAAAA7g/HOzomWEzD_Y/s320/weekend+123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483781924732586530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done this in a while, so I must be grateful for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;I am so so grateful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Everything I have.  I am so incredibly blessed.  I wake up and enjoy the clothes I own, and can live comfortably.  What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 My hair straightner.  It takes the friz away, and I'm SO grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 MY sweet brother and his wife in california.  While we were there our trip was chuck full of unexpected little fun times. Like seriously full of them.  They were so nice to us and I am so grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Along with that, the Garcia's (Amanda) seriously took care of us. Gave us a place to stay, food to eat, and a bed to sleep in.  I love her just like I did when I was 6.  True friend, and oh how grateful I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 My card making abilities.  I have been lucky enough to have a stash ready to go so I could just grab a card and go.  I am grateful for that, people know I love them!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there have been so many small blessings, it's unbelieveable.  I am so so grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  The pictures are that we finally got to move freniture up to Ogden that is so comfy. I love our new house, and I LOVE Mal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-8564043657139415134?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/8564043657139415134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=8564043657139415134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8564043657139415134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8564043657139415134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/06/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBpOnRXdjYI/AAAAAAAAA7o/iB4aF5Ym4i4/s72-c/weekend+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-3620316299224060141</id><published>2010-06-15T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:01:22.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfpNF9ybKI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/MQTbcxNx4rg/s1600/weekend+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfpNF9ybKI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/MQTbcxNx4rg/s320/weekend+118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483107482495773858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfpMr9DrFI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/o_PHdlSHdmk/s1600/weekend+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfpMr9DrFI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/o_PHdlSHdmk/s320/weekend+110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483107475513388114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfpMLlr4eI/AAAAAAAAA7I/QrxtllzgVGo/s1600/weekend+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfpMLlr4eI/AAAAAAAAA7I/QrxtllzgVGo/s320/weekend+111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483107466825425378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfpLrxkgwI/AAAAAAAAA7A/z-tsG1XQ7-Q/s1600/weekend+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfpLrxkgwI/AAAAAAAAA7A/z-tsG1XQ7-Q/s320/weekend+112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483107458285339394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfoGAzJ1XI/AAAAAAAAA64/BwlEaomsXSQ/s1600/weekend+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfoGAzJ1XI/AAAAAAAAA64/BwlEaomsXSQ/s320/weekend+113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483106261338281330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfoFsv0kcI/AAAAAAAAA6w/Mwn8eMDl68Q/s1600/weekend+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfoFsv0kcI/AAAAAAAAA6w/Mwn8eMDl68Q/s320/weekend+115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483106255955595714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfoFN9KSsI/AAAAAAAAA6o/UuixE4S39G8/s1600/weekend+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfoFN9KSsI/AAAAAAAAA6o/UuixE4S39G8/s320/weekend+117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483106247690046146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfoEV5j93I/AAAAAAAAA6g/z91JgAhn2dc/s1600/weekend+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfoEV5j93I/AAAAAAAAA6g/z91JgAhn2dc/s320/weekend+120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483106232642566002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfoDzw56WI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/78bcRxiyNOQ/s1600/weekend+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfoDzw56WI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/78bcRxiyNOQ/s320/weekend+119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483106223479449954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that’s right, I’m officially dating someone.  This may not be news to many of you, usually when you are seeing some one for as long as we have been commitment of some sort is sure to follow, however I’m Cheryl so it took him coming out and asking for it to be done.  Guys, I’m off the market (for now anyway), and happily liken on someone.  (A lot) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So his name is Derrek, his flava is Strawberry blondes that are so fun and cute.  I absolutely adore him. Absolutely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk California.  Holy California.  I am a mess, and finally the gig is up, Derrek got the full exposure to the mess.  Our vacation started… In Utah.  I was responsible for getting to Derrek’s house (basically down town SLC) and getting us to my parent’s condo just in time for the flight.  Let me preface this with the fact that before this trip I was clearly the planner in this relationship. Derrek isn’t one for planning, he’s the type that would call day off and we’d go out, but progressively got better as we dated more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get to Derrek’s and I’m totally late.  About 45 min.  Usually not a big deal but we are working with airlines so maybe at this point we should hurry and get to the airport.  I had already checked us in, so we just had to go through security.  It was flawless and off we went to catch our flight.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Our seats were not scheduled together, I had talked to the airline about getting us together, and they couldn’t do it. I’d be darned if I didn’t sit by my Hottie on the long hour flight to Phx.  I couldn’t keep my little hands off him.  So I ended up talking to the lady next to me and wow, we were sitting next to each other.  The lady was on the same row and us, and was a complete DOLL.  She had dropped her only son off at the MTc the day prior.  Derrek served in Japan and I having served in Nashville, we both had some words to say to her about missions.  Derrek teased that is a chatty Kathy, but who can blame me, I was going on my first flight with this guy I totally liked, and was super excited to go home to California. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the flight, we got into Phx.  Can I just say I do not have good memories at Phx.  I actually dread flying to and from that airport.  Memories attached to it that I wish not to revisit.  Well, most of you should laugh at this next part coming.  We get to Phx, and I’m feeling pretty good.  I harassed Derrek about not knowing our flight plans and continually quizzed him on our flight information based on what I believed to be true.  There we sat at flight gate B4 to start our wait for our plane.  The lay over was suppose to be about 2.5 hours, which is long and annoying, but whatever.  Derrek got a pizza, we shared it, and then we played Mash, Bash and made fun of each other… While sitting there Derrek continually checked in on the flight by saying  “your sure it’s B4” “when does our flight leave” etc.  I assured I was in control and for him to sit back and enjoy his vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, our flight was to leave at 8.00.  at 8.02 Derrek sits up and looks at me.  He says, “What time is our flight again?”  I say “8.00, (like totally irritated he’s even asking)”  then he looks at me while gathering his stuff and says “Cheryl it’s 8.02” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long string of profanities I pull out the tickets, sure enough it’s gate B7 which we weren’t very far from at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaked.  Derrek is so calm and level headed.  I was like frantic yelling at any airline person around.  When we got to the gate we see them pulling the walkway back from the plane, and I’m like yelling… “Stop the plane”  I remember some time in my freak out I looked back and Derrek is like feet behind me like totally removed from the situation.  At the time I didn’t realize what he was doing, now I know he was probably shocked I turned into that beast, or like shocked I truly thought they would hold the flight for me.  Later that night Derrek said something that made me really laugh… “you think your Oprah or something?  Who do you think you are that they’d stop the plane for you”  I guess at that freak out time I clearly wasn’t thinking, but if I had been thinking I would have thought that on occasion you can catch a break and not look like such an idiot in front of this totally hottie your enamored with.  Karma or the universe could not be that bad to me to get me to look this dumb in front of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I would have thought that I would have been wrong.  Karma does actually really suck, and idiot is a minor word for how I looked.  We went to customer serve after I finally realized they weren’t stopping the flight and by this point I’m laughing so so hard.  Like hysterically.  Derrek, Was not laughing, I think he may have been a little confused at what the heck was going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the very very nice lady helped us and after telling us there weren’t flights available to Bakersfield for 2 days, we finally settled on a flight to Burbank for the next morning at 6:30.  pretty early huh?  NOT IF YOU’RE SLEEPING AT THE AIRPORT.  Which we did.  Don’t worry we scouted out the perfect place to sleep in the gate, no one else was there besides us so we felt fortunate to get the pick of the draw.  After walking around the whole gate and finally deciding on a spot, we made camp… Literally.  Derrek didn’t have time to dry his clothes he packed so he pulled those out and we had our selves a drying area.  Then it’s time to “sleep.”  That’s a joke. It started out fine, but then I was freezing.  Like so cold.  Then Derrek got cold.  We resorted to putting an article of clothing on each limb to make us warm.  Derrek looked so so funny.  I was still laughing really hard, I couldn’t believe we missed our flight let alone that we were sleeping there, then that this guy had my black silky Pj’s on.  Oh my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janitors are vacuuming around us.  Yeah like seriously.  WE were the only people in the whole gate besides the Janitors and I swear they took forever vacuuming around us.  Derrek said he thins they went slower in our area… they thought he was cute.  Horrible night of no sleep.  I finally took 2 Tylenol pm’s, and even then no sleep.  I did enjoy cuddling we my handsome all night; that was a sure benefit, however would not recommend it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We woke up and took camp down when people starting coming into their flights at about 5.  Derrek and I took turns brushing teeth and getting dressed.  I went to get dressed and checked the flight monitor.  I started to freak out, we needed to be in B21 for our next flight to Burbank.  So I change and then tell Derrek that we had to go catch our flight.  Derrek kind of laughs and says “are you sure”  I assured him I was positive.  He looks and me and says “Cheryl B 21 is to Boston”  YES, I almost lead us astray again.  Luckily this time he checked up on me and we got to the right gate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sat at the gate we were feeling warm.  Derrek starts to look around and realizes that we had totally slept under the air conditioning vent.  No wonder we were freezing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get into Burbank and take the bus down to Bakersfield.  Needless to say, it was great to get there, and we truly enjoyed the Garcia, Gomez and Butlers.  Seriously, I wish we were still there.  The weather was warm, but the pool was perfect.  The retirement party turned out perfect.  I loved having Derrek there with me.  I think I fell more and more for him there.  There’s something about some one you adore loving people you love, and the world being right again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had more experiences that were note worthy on the trip, however I want to add that to another post this one has gotten quite long.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just finish with a few points being made: #1 Derrek does very well in situations that are just lame, like missing a flight.  #2 Derrek was so incredibly cute with the babies in CA.  SO cute.  #3 I like Derrek.  #4 I feel so blessed to have the family and close close friends I do.  I pinch my self often in gratitude.  Life truly is blessed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSSS… My sister had her twins.  They are SO cute! So sweet, and so perfect.  I can’t wait to get my little paws on them.  Oh babies…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-3620316299224060141?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/3620316299224060141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=3620316299224060141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/3620316299224060141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/3620316299224060141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-my-boyfriend.html' title='Oh my boyfriend.'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TBfpNF9ybKI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/MQTbcxNx4rg/s72-c/weekend+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-68314571751782908</id><published>2010-05-31T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T16:02:57.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend!</title><content type='html'>I love 4 day weekends! It seems as if there aren't enough in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some awesome pictures of this weekends high lights. Derrek, my "friend" invited me out to his work event. Luckily he works out at the Larry H. Miller race track so the event was way fun. It was fun to see him in his element, and his cute little work shirt. Then I realized I see him in work shirts all the time, in fact all the pictures I have with him are in the same shirt... HUmmm, I smell a shopping spree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event is some world wide motor cycle race, I fear the details have escaped my mind, however still fun. We saw a concert of the bands Kansas, Stix, and Foreigner.  Apparently cool bands, I didn't know much of the material. i just enjoyed being with Derrek and frankly, I like Holding his hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to Logan for Mal's mom and Dad's talk on sunday. They were so awesome!!! After we played games and Ate yummy food.  Then I headed back to Salt Lake to enjoy dinner with my Buddy.  After dinner we watched this national geographic special about the body.  Nerds, yes you can call us nerds.  HOWever, at least I'm no longer a nerd alone. I've got a nerd friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, for Memorial Weekend I decided I needed a purple surfer girl room. So we spent the better half of the day painting, and I have every intention of making dinner and watching the bachlor then hitting bed!!! I'm exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hurry and say my 5 grateful things before I pass out sleepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I'm so grateful for mine and Derrek's flight confirmations that came via email today!  Our trip is 2 days away.  I have a feeling it's going to be a long 2 days :(  But :) for after the 2 days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Microwaves.  Our's went out and holy annoying. I can't tell you how many times I walked over to the microwave to heat something, start it and then see it wasn't working and put it in for longer only to realize it wasn't working.  Malorie thought it was pretty funny, she's the one that usually busted me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Dryers.  Not only did the microwave go out, but also the dryer.  After hauling my stuff literally all over northern utah (logan, Slc, Saratoga springs, Ogden) I  realize I'm so grateful I have one in my home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 My sam's club reusable bags.  I love them.  They are big, and awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 OK so this is kinda a funny thing to be grateful for, I'm grateful for being able to spit. Derrek and I had our date night at his work and I turned my head to spit.  Well just then the wind picked up and a nasty spit wad instead of going to the ground went into my beautiful strawberry blonde hair. Derrek laughed, and then looked at me like I was growing something out of my forhead.  Don't worry, he won't let me live it down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm just a lucky and grateful girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-68314571751782908?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/68314571751782908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=68314571751782908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/68314571751782908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/68314571751782908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-7733538844524301568</id><published>2010-05-31T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T15:34:00.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/TAQ42tyMmEI/AAAAAAAAA5g/-kJQ4VEG7Wc/s1600/weekend+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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I am so glad this week is almost over! SO glad!!! I had my first set of truly “grown” up interviews where presentations were required… (Well, one was suppose to be a report but the requesting supervisor did not state that in the request email so she got an out line for a presentation). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so stressed about it, but would never admit the stress. I was like on edge, and there were only a few things that would settle my tummy… (Lets be honest, only a few “people” ;) I am ever so grateful for my dear Mal who, at this point knows what I need more than I do.  When I get stressed and freaked out, with out saying anything she turns into go mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cooked with me.  On Sunday I came up with this idea of cooking for hours for the week to come.  I’ll be honest; it was really a remedy to my anxiety, who doesn’t find comfort in the yummy-est food ever? (I tend to think highly of my cooking)  After cooking and getting all that done, magically my presentations were still waiting for me to write and organize them.  Magically.  What a PAIN. What’s worse than having to present in front of a panel of 4 Supervisors and an Area Manager? I’m pretty sure nothing, however after thinking about it, I’d rather present then have to recover from surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview on the first day I walked out feeling neither way.  I wasn’t feeling like it was good, but I don’t feel like I’m out of the running.  I thought 15 people were interviewing, turns out only 5.  That means my chances are much greater.  OMG I might actually have a shot at this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day interview could be called somewhat of a train wreck.  HOWever, I looked HOT in my little suit. I have great great hair and I actually like my legs these days.  Then there’s my eyes… they are HOT.  I was checking out my mom, and she has very pretty blue eyes, I probably got them from her.  Back to the interview- just glad they are over.  I should know in 2 days what the result is.  Could be nothing and those interviews were a  “great” experience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I am so looking forward to this long weekend.  My new ward is full of great people, and I’m really excited about it.  Turns out there is another click of “cool” people who want to join forces with our click.  They live like a couple blocks away and should be fun to call at a moments notice to play tennis or something (now that my click is all paired off, and my “friend” Derrek lives in SLC I’m wide open for things to do after work) Maybe I should volunteer somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets move on to the Good stuff, my Grateful list.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1  This morning’s e-mail from the state.  The lady who sent it is named Nichole- Malorie.  Random name, but those happen to be the names of our 2 click members- the other females anyway, and seeing their names made me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 My Ball.  This week a guy- who’s name I will no longer recognize as a name, broke my egg/ science project.  I’ve been working on this thing since January and after me asking him not to do it many many times, he broke it. No apology from him, because “it’s just an egg, and I need to get over it”  Of course, Lame guy. I was so so so upset (still am).  Like profanities upset.  Last night, Nichole invited us over to dinner, her and Jack made Peruvian… they had a surprise.  It was a bouncy ball that has green glitter in it.  How very very sweet of them.  At the time it made me sad cause I realized I didn’t have this project that I have tried to complete so many dang times, but yet again some one couldn’t keep his hand off… when I saw the ball this morning I realized it represented genuine friends who care about my feelings so so much.  I though to my self, “Ah they love me” and had a warm heart for a minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Liquid eye liner.  I never wore it before Mal came along.  I had tried some of my sister Ceri’s but I was always allergic.  Well, I found a brand that works and my eyes are Beau-ti-fullllll because of them.  Thank you Revlon for bringing out the true HOTtIE in me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 So I’m a blog stalker.  I’m grateful for it.  I have a list of 5 blogs I follow regularly of people I have never met.  The first blog is of a good friends X-husband’s new wife.  Next would be Jack’s X girlfriend, then a lady that got in a plane crash, then Jack’s Sister in law who is so dang funny… and the last one is… some other funny chick, I don’t even know who she is. Random?  Of course, but I love the entertainment.  Don’t kid your self, blog stalking is part of my daily routine, and I’ll frequently text Jack and tell him to jump on line new pictures are posted on HIS Families site.  If any of you know of blogs I should be reading, PLEASE SHARE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 I’m grateful for the feeling I have right this second.  Totally Chill, Music going on, Good stuff to look forward to this weekend (date night with my nephew), a job that I enjoy, a kissing friend I adore, and friends that have made my world go around.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh it’s a good life.  I feel so at peace I could be sitting at the beach and feel the same feeling.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy White Wednesday!&lt;/strong&gt;  (That means temple tonight), seriously does it get any better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-9014276352245144449?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/9014276352245144449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=9014276352245144449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/9014276352245144449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/9014276352245144449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/05/deep-breath.html' title='Deep Breath!!!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-8804033982722034409</id><published>2010-05-25T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:24:49.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S_v-EOSVNXI/AAAAAAAAA5A/tIS8lyqSjvU/s1600/weekend+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S_v-EOSVNXI/AAAAAAAAA5A/tIS8lyqSjvU/s400/weekend+089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475249120506885490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just hurry and do this... Seems like life is a hurry these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful for... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 The Logan canyon. As I went for my first really big interview (upper management) I was so nervous. I was in a state car, Suit, and feeling so official. I was so nervous and anxious. The canyon was amazingly beautiful. My nerves were calmed and it reminded me a little of Alaska, which any one who's been there can agree the beauty is not comparable. Thank You Logan canyon for being there in my time of need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 The guy above. DERREK. He's a newer friend that I just adore. He is fun, he's so sweet, and so nice (some times) and allot of times he's a total Joker. I'm grateful I know him though and have been having fun with him. He listens to my endless ramble of how lame things are, and how awesome I am... Ahhh Derrek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 MY NEW WARD. LOVE IT. Absolutely adore it!!! I love that it's not click, and I love that Mal is in the Relief Society Presidency. Mal is frequently telling me how awesome I am, BUT lets be truthful. Clearly she is the awesome one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 I love love my Seeds I make. Chinese Pumpkin seeds with Bragg's seasoning. Love it, love them, and thank heavens for yummy-ness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Yummy Salsa that I make. Last night I was freaking out BIG time about interviews and things. I had me some home made salsa and nachos. Lets just say, AMAZING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-8804033982722034409?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/8804033982722034409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=8804033982722034409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8804033982722034409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8804033982722034409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/05/grateful_25.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S_v-EOSVNXI/AAAAAAAAA5A/tIS8lyqSjvU/s72-c/weekend+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-656968812509419941</id><published>2010-05-18T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:50:30.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm kinda having a hard day at work, seems like I'm hearing sadder and more sad stories all over the place! Figure I better write something I'm so so grateful for before I turn into Bitter Betty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Zach's Voice. My friend Zach and I have this Love and Big time hate relationship. We fight, and then we hug and love each other so much. I'm grateful for that. Sometimes you need a friend you can just call and cuss at, and then they laugh at how dumb you sound... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Paul Mitchell Mousse. I love how it makes my hair just the perfect curl. I don't have it right now, and I'm feeling the pain. With out it the "curl" looks like a soft wave, and it's not at pretty (dare I say that about my own hair?) Paul Mitchel, I love your mousse. Thank you sir for bringing out my best curl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 I'm grateful for Anna the cleaning lady at my work. She is so sweet. She's Seventh Day Adventist and so dang cute. Every week i get the Adventist news in English and Spanish, and she invites me to worship with her all the time. We talk about life and she is always so sweet and concerned about whats going on. When I had my surgery she prayed for me. How sweet is that? I always use the "Usted" form of my Spanish verbs to show her I respect her. Truly I have learned, it does not matter what your job is, but how you touch those around you with the spirit you bring to that job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Chap stick... Seems to be coming in handy lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 My trip to Cali in the making. I'M so excited!!! I will be staying with the Gomez family (I love them) and hanging out with my sister in law, the kids, brother, and also a sister from another mama, Nicki. I love them all, and nothing better than California of a couple days to get your mind off Utah happenings. Lets not forget that a super cute cute guy is coming with. Hollar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-656968812509419941?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/656968812509419941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=656968812509419941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/656968812509419941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/656968812509419941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-kinda-having-hard-day-at-work-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-2957804560215069540</id><published>2010-05-13T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T08:03:56.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks again!</title><content type='html'>Thursdays are always a good feeling for me.  A deep breath, and a week closer to retirement, which means a week closer to a mission, and being a grandma.  Kinda wierd count down huh?  I just really want to skip being a mom and I want to be a granny with all the fun benifits that it includes. I just see my self being so fun as a granny. &lt;br /&gt;  OK, this passed week at work was kinda a big one at work; new structure, new supervisor, possiblities are endless when they do this.  Alot of anxiety, but I'm glad to announce nothing is changing for Cheryl (for now anyway).  I was feeling mixed about it, I think I wanted a change, but now I'm feeling good about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-wRupHBtJI/AAAAAAAAA44/VElzuWmBlsA/s1600/nic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-wRupHBtJI/AAAAAAAAA44/VElzuWmBlsA/s400/nic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470767140355290258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My friend Jack has this girl friend that we just love. Life is so much easier when a close friend is dating some one you love and adore.  Its a mutal consis, we love and adore nichole. Welcome to the crew little one.  She Brings with her a fresh perspective, and a kindness thats not so nerdy.  We love you girl and are excited to have you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Let's start our grateful list before I have to go teach a workshop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I am so grateful I have manners.  People come in here alot with out them and I think it says so much about who you as a person when you use them, verse when you don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Straws. I love them. I don't like to have to move my head while working and drinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Elizabeth Chenney.  She is a co worker that has such a tender heart.  We have the best conversations.  She's got some sassy to her, don't worry. I was hesitant to want to work with her, but have found it to be an awesome experience.  I really enjoy her spirit both at work and on a personal level (hard to accomplish). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Helping friends.  Nichole Came over last night so we could talk about Boys (with out them being there) and it was so good!  I had to clean my room and the house cause Derrek is coming (Horay!!!) she was so sweet, she could not sit back and watch, she had to help.  No matter how much some one says no, they really do want help! I love that I have friends that know that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 reality checks.  No matter how awesome life is and how happy I am, reality checks help us know what it is we are doing here, and what it is we are becoming.  I am grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some inspiration for your day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow Your Own Inner Light to Guide You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when you must stand alone.&lt;br /&gt;You must feel confident enough within yourself to follow your own dreams.&lt;br /&gt;You must be willing to make sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;You must be capable of changing and rearranging your priorities so that your final goal can be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, familiarity and comfort need to be challenged.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you must take a few extra chances and create your own realities.&lt;br /&gt;Be strong enough to at least try to make your life better.&lt;br /&gt;Be confident enough that you won't settle for a compromise just to get by.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate yourself by allowing yourself the opportunities to grow, develop, and find your true sense of purpose in this life.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand in someone else's shadow when it's your sunlight that should lead the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-2957804560215069540?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/2957804560215069540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=2957804560215069540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2957804560215069540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2957804560215069540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/05/thanks-again.html' title='Thanks again!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-wRupHBtJI/AAAAAAAAA44/VElzuWmBlsA/s72-c/nic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-6360354411997558859</id><published>2010-05-12T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:53:47.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Happy, and So grateful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-sjRj_PrpI/AAAAAAAAA4w/KS5KSoXyydA/s1600/Christmas+2009+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-sjRj_PrpI/AAAAAAAAA4w/KS5KSoXyydA/s400/Christmas+2009+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470504956996857490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-sjQ4Is-DI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Nji3zvHvrOU/s1600/Christmas+2009+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-sjQ4Is-DI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Nji3zvHvrOU/s400/Christmas+2009+177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470504945225365554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-sjQFJSw4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/VH--KwZgfdQ/s1600/Christmas+2009+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-sjQFJSw4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/VH--KwZgfdQ/s400/Christmas+2009+176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470504931537634178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I have one more day of work till the awesome weekend starts!  Not that I’m wishing my days away, but more of me loving those that surround me in my life and love to spend every minute with them!  Let me send a grateful shout out to those I love.  I love you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1  I can’t help it.  I love my twins already and they aren’t born.  My sister called, we need to pray that little girl inside of her needs to flip so she can come into the world naturally.  So let us pray.  I love her Camilla, and baby Spencer already and they haven’t breathed yet.  I just love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2  Flex spending.  As hospital bills come in and all other bills I’m so grateful I thought about this surgery in advance.  Like so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3  The clips on my board that allow me to post pictures with out putting a whole in the picture.  I have them In pink, purple, and light blue.  I love it, and think of how cute those colors are all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4  My nephews.  The mission boys.  Again I say it frequently, but man I love them.  I try to sway them to call their aunty frequently, but no luck YET.  I sure look forward to living forever with my nieces and nephews.  There is no better Joy then them growing and making good choices.  Shout out family of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5  Baja Blast Mt. Dew.  Love it.  Dear Taco Bell thank you for being invented.  Thank you for bringing some of my life line a.k.a. Mt Dew Baja Blast to my life.  Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-6360354411997558859?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/6360354411997558859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=6360354411997558859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/6360354411997558859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/6360354411997558859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-happy-and-so-grateful.html' title='So Happy, and So grateful.'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-sjRj_PrpI/AAAAAAAAA4w/KS5KSoXyydA/s72-c/Christmas+2009+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-9080332274753412062</id><published>2010-05-11T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:10:54.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I owe my self grateful things today, just because i forgot yesterday.  I was so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Bubble gum!  Nothing better than blowing big bubbles.  I'm pretty sure blowing bubbles can solve allot of problems in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2  Change.  It seems like everything is changing these days.  I go into freak out mode, then I realize all the great things in life happen when change comes to pass.  I'm glad I don't know whats up with work, I'm grateful I have a new ward, and I'm glad everyone in our "click" ha ha is dating and things are changing that way too.  being stagnate is never a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3  Expedia Web site.  I love it.  I love that I can simply put where I want to go and a price comes up, and I know for the low price of ___ all my problems are solved.  LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4  My USB cord!  Oh how I love my camera, and Oh how I love my connecting cord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5  ranch.  Simple, but makes my world so much better.  My world goes round because of my need for ranch on so many goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A simple grateful thought turned heavenwards is the most perfect prayer." &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/d/dorislessi384119.html"&gt;Doris Lessing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is Especially happy For my Dear Sweet PERFECT TWINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-9080332274753412062?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/9080332274753412062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=9080332274753412062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/9080332274753412062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/9080332274753412062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/05/grateful-tuesday.html' title='Grateful Tuesday'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-2921022940371438123</id><published>2010-05-11T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:04:50.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mal's Big HUge day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mF6svUdvI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/DpyXk4-hIsI/s1600/weekend+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470050465906718450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mF6svUdvI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/DpyXk4-hIsI/s400/weekend+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the awesome opportunity of going to the temple in Logan with Malorie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mF5pDF3eI/AAAAAAAAA4I/k82nQt94zHE/s1600/weekend+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470050447736036834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mF5pDF3eI/AAAAAAAAA4I/k82nQt94zHE/s400/weekend+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollar!  It was so beautiful with all the flowers and the weather... AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mF5RuHytI/AAAAAAAAA4A/v2XMH3ve0_I/s1600/weekend+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470050441474067154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mF5RuHytI/AAAAAAAAA4A/v2XMH3ve0_I/s400/weekend+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us and our twins.  We love them.  Where would our lives be?  Shortly after the temple, they put on a concert for us at Mal's house.  Her mom fell in LOVE with Zach, (of course it's kinda a duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mF45TphzI/AAAAAAAAA34/cuKw2P8cXUs/s1600/weekend+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470050434920580914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mF45TphzI/AAAAAAAAA34/cuKw2P8cXUs/s400/weekend+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Jack.  What an awesome guy!   The night before Mal's big day, Mal and I drove up to Logan to help her mom get the house ready, then we bought all the nourishing food (BBQ!!!)  We roasted hot dogs and it was FUN!!! (we've been wanting to BBQ for some time now) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mal is so Cute!  She was so calm, at this point I was freaking out for her, Seems like I did all the freak out fro every one else. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mFGPt0K1I/AAAAAAAAA3o/oflz4uCUQV4/s1600/weekend+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470049564762581842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mFGPt0K1I/AAAAAAAAA3o/oflz4uCUQV4/s320/weekend+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Winnies. Little known secret, I didn't eat hot dogs till after my mission.  Can you believe that?  (to my credit they are kinda gross)  Now I just eat the polish kind, Costco converted me.  Now look, I'm a hot dog roaster... Old dogs learning new tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mFFjv0KQI/AAAAAAAAA3g/HHuaIG_slD8/s1600/weekend+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470049552959809794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mFFjv0KQI/AAAAAAAAA3g/HHuaIG_slD8/s320/weekend+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mFGdKxrnI/AAAAAAAAA3w/ozg2k9EvdcE/s1600/weekend+070.jpg"&gt;Jack looks so cute here.  What a crazy.  I just love Zach. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470049568373714546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mFGdKxrnI/AAAAAAAAA3w/ozg2k9EvdcE/s320/weekend+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before I headed up north my mom hooked me up with a list of family names to find in the cemetery in Smith Field (where Mal is from)  turns out I have family that Settled the city (we are Smiths)  So I took pictures of head stones and stuff with Mal.  What a good Friend she is to do that with me.  This is a picture with a Craghead, the other side of the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mFFIgtMVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/XLeC7Xg5YwQ/s1600/weekend+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470049545648681298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mFFIgtMVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/XLeC7Xg5YwQ/s320/weekend+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a good Friend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mFE-2wmPI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/w73dVxl-c2U/s1600/weekend+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470049543056824562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mFE-2wmPI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/w73dVxl-c2U/s320/weekend+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, great weekend.  I was able to see some other "friends"  and it was PACKED full of fun.  My Nephews from the Mission were able to call home, I didn't talk to any of them- I felt it was important for them to have special time with their mom's.  I called my mom and wished her a happy day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  My ward was reorganized this last week so we have everything new.  I went to Church alone, and eventually was able to talk Zach into ward hopping over to my ward.  I was so glad he was there with me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I'm glad I have Friends that I can sit in Holy places with, what a blessing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-2921022940371438123?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/2921022940371438123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=2921022940371438123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2921022940371438123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2921022940371438123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/05/mals-big-huge-day.html' title='Mal&apos;s Big HUge day!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-mF6svUdvI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/DpyXk4-hIsI/s72-c/weekend+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-6236158674384650691</id><published>2010-05-05T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:33:41.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>Even after that Novel of a post I still must shed some seeds of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Bleach wipes :)  Trust me, they are a very good thing where I work.  Heaven bless Proctor and Gamble (shout out to the newest employee my Brother- in- law Jeff (Hey Jeff- I can still Kick your rear end just cause your big time now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; mean snot)). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Texting&lt;/span&gt;.  My communication to my Twins and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; during the work day.  Where would we be with out each other, you people are my rocks and constant communication is a must.  whats the saying?  A family that texts together stays together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 The emergency contacts list above my desk.  Bright colors that are mandated by risk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;management&lt;/span&gt; that we have them by our phones in case we forget to call 911 in an emergency.  (Who do they think we are?  We run public programs and allocate funds but can't call 911?... HUM)   I think it's funny everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4  My non slip teeth whitening strips.  The new crest 3d are awesome.  They don't move so you can talk and keep the party going all the while whitening those Hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dentes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5  Have I mentioned my amazing tooth brush?  I LOVE LOVE LOVE it.  Like LOVE it.  I don't know how many of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; know this but I am all about Oral Health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-6236158674384650691?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/6236158674384650691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=6236158674384650691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/6236158674384650691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/6236158674384650691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/05/grateful_05.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-1391977580224812926</id><published>2010-05-05T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:38:16.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco De Mayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cinco&lt;/span&gt; De Mayo!!! WARNING!!!!!! IT's a NOVEL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel so excited for today! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cinco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Mayo means different things for Cheryl. The younger Cheryl loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cinco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Mayo because it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; we got to have tacos and loud dancing music playing in the quad in elementary school. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; that we talked about people like Cesar Chavez and the rights that he was able to win for his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a High School student &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cinco&lt;/span&gt; De Mayo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; more things, It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; that my Spanish teachers Dressed up in their native &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;costumes&lt;/span&gt; and we watched "Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Patino&lt;/span&gt;" dance her heart out! fresh tortillas, and Hot Latin guys imported to dance for us... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;HOLLar&lt;/span&gt;. I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hispanic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; and I'm grateful that they always were true to their culture. I ate the most amazing food and would frequently look around the room being the only "white" girl around. I learned to laugh at my self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Allot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know that I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; right out of high school- like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;litterally&lt;/span&gt; days after graduation. I think that's what saved my life. I think when I got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; I still had a blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt; level and I for sure woke up with a belly ring- thank you Amy and Jen for stopping me from getting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt;. the scar of a belly ring is much better than what ever it was I thought was so vital to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tattooed&lt;/span&gt; on me that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a year in Utah, and at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; I had changed. I wasn't that girl anymore, and I really missed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Hispanic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;. Being around so many white people wasn't something I had ever done before, the culture was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; here, and to be honest I wanted to go home. So after a year or so at "college" I went home to Bakersfield California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things that people don't always know about Bakersfield is that it is infiltrated with a HUGE immigrant population. HUGE. Our economy was based on agriculture, and based on the season citrus, or grapes you can feel the influx of people. I literally had 3 close &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; in High School that were White, and like 10 Really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Really&lt;/span&gt; Close &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;BFF's&lt;/span&gt;) were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; was not the first language. I think because of this, my few of politics and social systems are very different than that of any one else in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back home from Utah, I went to a community college (SHOUT out BC) and declared I was a Chicano Studies Major (the study of US born Mexican &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Americans&lt;/span&gt;) My brother was a professor of Politics at the same school, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; having some very heated conversations about the immigration policy and "liberal" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt; I had adapted to. I was the only White member of the M.E.Ch.A Club (props to anyone that knows what that means... seriously. especially out side of Cali, you are cool if you are living in Utah and can tell me what that means)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blown away by the history and amazing Heroism that was shown by "our" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Hispanic&lt;/span&gt; fore-fathers. I was put in many "interesting" conversations taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of heat for what white men have done which is fair enough. Natives to California were subjected to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; when "my people" decided to head that direction. (Little do they know my people actually came from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt; on the Mormon Trail and were persecuted a bit too. My grandmother lost 3 kids over the ocean then walked across the United State bare foot so she could practice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;religion&lt;/span&gt; freely, but lets focus on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; south of the border today) My dad being the CFO of a major Vineyard put me in an interesting position. I took classes about the big corporations taking advantage of the cheap labor of illegals and the social issues that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;oppression&lt;/span&gt; caused then I realized my DAD was the man who was literally responsible for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of the complex social issues we were out to solve. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of responsibility to place on one man's shoulder- the issues really are so complex, However, lets imagine for a minute men standing up for another mans HUMAN rights. can you imagine the change in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my Chicano History Class, first semester. Mr. Torres, my professor stood up in front of the class and presented the history of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Meso-America&lt;/span&gt;. He presented the Toltec people, Aztec's, Inca's and some of the greatest civilizations that the world has ever seen. I was touched by the words Mr. Torres spoke, and knew that what he was saying was true. At the end of the lecture when Torres started to address the Spanish Inquisition he mentioned the symbolism of Jesus Christ in the history of those people. There were certain things that the cultures had in common that all pointed to the truth that Christ had been Among those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in the lecture Mr. Torres stopped the class and asked if anyone in the room was Mormon. Here in Utah this isn't a big deal right? Back home in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Cali&lt;/span&gt;, admitting your Mormon is sometimes opening your self up to much degrading, and awkward situations. I am not going to lie. I almost didn't say anything. I hesitated. Then after a couple seconds I Lifted my arm and looking around I noticed not only was I the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Mormon&lt;/span&gt;, but I was the only "white" girl in the room. 2 direct hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Mr Torres continued the conversation by saying something like this; "you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Mormons&lt;/span&gt; have a book that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;teaches&lt;/span&gt; your people that Christ was on the American Content right?" and I said "yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; right, the Book of Mormon" Mr Torres said, "Mormon was a prophet that keep sacred record on gold plates right and then it was put in a book form for all to read?" and I said hesitantly "right" (at this point I'm just waiting to get slammed... and have to drop the class) BUT Mr Torres said "MAYBE THE MORMONS HAVE IT RIGHT AFTER ALL, they are the ones that teach Christ was here in America, and no one else teaches that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Torres went on to talk about how the inquisition affected the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; of Mexico and how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt; at the same time of America was built up and even at one point had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Constitution&lt;/span&gt;. The difference was that "the Church" was behind Mexico and the people were oppressed, where in the newly formed "United States" religious freedom was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;emphasised&lt;/span&gt;. The great test of time... Catholics VS. Protestants. Freedom to be Educated, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Enlighten&lt;/span&gt; Vs. Oppression and might I add "Communism" (big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; to make however I'm prepared if any one would like to challenge my thought process GAME ON.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of things in that class room that day. I Learned for the first time in my life everything I had been taught about the Book of Mormon, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;ancient&lt;/span&gt; civilizations could also be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;intellectually&lt;/span&gt; evaluated as well as spiritually. (I fear being manipulated by "feelings" sometimes) I learned that I knew the solution for Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Torres's&lt;/span&gt; longing for his ansestors and his heritage, I knew the name of his great Grand Fathers, and I knew where they came from. Lets start with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Lehi&lt;/span&gt;, and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Nephi&lt;/span&gt;, throw in some Mormon's and Moroni's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Bam&lt;/span&gt; his family history is done) I learned I was so grateful to be part of a religious organization that deeply values education, and even promotes that. I sat in a room with the remnants of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; who truly had no idea of their GREAT heritage. I learned I liked Chicano History more than the usual Us history CRAP we were feed. The history of the United States is so much more than memorizing dates and names. It's people, and it's the lessons we can use to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;integrate&lt;/span&gt; into our lives to be better people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the biggest lesson I had been taught by Mr. Torres that day was that I knew my life would change forever. I learned I'd be serving the posterity of those great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;civilizations&lt;/span&gt; for the rest of my life. I learned that most of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;, and experiences I had in my life up to that point was pointing me in a direction to serve the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Hispanic&lt;/span&gt; community for the rest of my life. I knew at that moment I would some how learn to speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;, and I knew I would serve them on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this so strongly that when it came down to figuring out classes I would need to take to finish my degree I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;purposely&lt;/span&gt; put off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; classes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I KNEW with out a doubt I would come home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; a mission and test out of them, so why waste your time now right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on my mission (barely, I think any one around during that time would agree that it was the HARDEST thing I have ever done). Fittingly I was called to Serve in Nashville Tennessee, Spanish speaking. Being engaged when the call came, I didn't even open it. My sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Ceri&lt;/span&gt; and her fiance at the time Jerry (now husband) came to my work and my sister opened my call right there in Beverly's craft store (she wasn't about to let me have a big white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;envelope&lt;/span&gt; laying around the house). I wanted to go to Italy SO badly. I watched the called to sever video &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; everyday for that last year of my life, and the red head was sent to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt; (yes that is what I based my Mission Knowledge on- called to serve video) When she said "Nashville, Tennessee" I thought to my self "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;Hooray&lt;/span&gt; I'm going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt;, where's Tennessee..." I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; clueless. Completely. However, I looked at the paper after a few moments and then realized it said Spanish speaking. I knew at that point I was not getting married... No way that guy had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I learned the language, my heart was touched and molded in ways I can't express. I knew what I was doing would literally change generations to come and I took my role as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;ambassador&lt;/span&gt; for Christ very seriously. Lets us not be confused, I still had a party when ever I could, but I knew my purpose of the service and I knew the eternal importance of my decision. Language never was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;struggle&lt;/span&gt; for me. I don't know if it's because I had grown up around people who spoke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;, or if it's cause my brothers spoke it to me (usually inappropriate words, but those came in handy too) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; I never struggled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;. I knew that if I loved those people and understood my mission as Christ representative the rest would fall into place, and it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong every missionary struggles. My struggles were in other areas, but the language and people were never an issue for me. Love is step one and I had that one down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On a day like today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;Cinco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Mayo, I reflect on all of these experiences that I've had. I reflect on the feelings I have had, and still have. I reflect on those values and core beliefs I hold to so strongly. I am grateful for Chicano Holidays. As an American, I believe that it is the mixture of cultures and beliefs, and honoring the hero's of those cultures can bring us nothing but a better understanding of who we are individually, and as citizens of this world. I think Days like these are great opportunities to reflect on what it is we hold dear, and then Share that with those around us so they have the option to experience our joys with us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-1391977580224812926?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/1391977580224812926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=1391977580224812926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/1391977580224812926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/1391977580224812926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Cinco De Mayo'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-8228838820216619237</id><published>2010-05-04T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:49:58.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>So my Grateful List,  I'm not grumpy but we always are in need of a good moment or two of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gratitude&lt;/span&gt; no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for... My big mug at my desk.  I usually have hot coco or hot tea every morning.  I found this amazing herbal tea:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aci&lt;/span&gt; berry with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stevia&lt;/span&gt;.  I am In LOVE.  seriously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all it takes to win me over, I'm pretty easy.  Hot yummy herbal tea and I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2  You tube.  I love that when I'm at work and need a boost from the normal play list all I have to do is type in You tube and off I go to pure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3  My so cute natural wave in my hair.  It has saved my life a few times.  Can I tell you that when I'm late and  running out the door feels good to know with a few drops of mouse I will be some what presentable.  Shout out to the DNA maker, thank you for that added bonus.  (And my kids thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Grocery&lt;/span&gt; Shopping.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Weird&lt;/span&gt; thing to be grateful for but I love it.  I think even if I made Millions I'd still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;grocery&lt;/span&gt; shop.  I always feel so accomplished and also at peace when I shop for food.  My 2 favorite things to do in one location, can't get better.  My favorite right now is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Macey's&lt;/span&gt;  Store.  Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; blogs.  I am grateful for the people in my life that are living examples and share that through their blogging habits.  My sister is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pr ego&lt;/span&gt; with twins and lives far away.  I feel connected to her and those babies still because of how awesome she is at blogging.  I am grateful for this thing they call the world wide web.  I'd spend so much time writing on paper other wise- and who likes to do that any more?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "For each new morning with its light, For rest and shelter of the night, For health and food, for love and friends, For everything Thy goodness sends."  Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-8228838820216619237?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/8228838820216619237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=8228838820216619237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8228838820216619237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8228838820216619237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/05/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-1748280737054560708</id><published>2010-05-04T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:29:50.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; The weekend was a party, as it usually is. How is it that days during the week seem like a full 24 hours instead of the 10 hours I'm actually at work? But on the weekend the 12 hours of day is equal to like 4 hours during the work week. How is that fair? I think in place of day light savings time we need weekend elongated time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I just say a few things? I love having my parents close. They hook me up royally, and all these years apart from them I have forgotten that old people are like awesome, and at that, old people that will do anything for you are even cooler. I ended up enjoying an awesome concert (?) not sure if that's what you'd call it- but it was at the conference center with the mo tab and everything. IT WAS AWESOME. I was at first thinking it would be a snooze fest, but turned out to be wrong- usually am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I enjoyed IN PERSON, my favorite mo tab song!!!! Morning Breaks. Oh the beauty. I use to dance around my apt on my mission in full garment glory to that song, P days really are a God sent. There was also some pretty motivating videos and other fun things shared but the "religious organization" to which I belong. I think the high light of the occasion was the speech from the ever amazing &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/David-G.-McCullough/e/B000AP9I5I/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?_encoding=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1272992428&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;David G. McCullough&lt;/a&gt;. He shared he's thoughts on the public educational system, to which I agree with strongly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-BWoXgUWvI/AAAAAAAAA3A/FEMHBFYamF8/s1600/david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467465199132105458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-BWoXgUWvI/AAAAAAAAA3A/FEMHBFYamF8/s320/david.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those of you who know my family, know and have heard me talk about my sister's who home school. They are following the Thomas Jefferson model of teaching and to their credit, (i don't let them know this very often but I agree with allot of what they believe), &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/David-G.-McCullough/e/B000AP9I5I/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?_encoding=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1272992428&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;David G. McCullough&lt;/a&gt; had quite a bit to say and it was music to a home schoolers ears. Public Education is an interesting theory and if we look at the root of the system I think you'll find some interesting factors. Let us not argue about why public school is good or any thing else... Lets remember this is MY blog and I get to speak freely here. (you have a blog post it there if you want to say something about the educational system) However, I have noticed a Huge difference in some one who has a classic education vs those who have not yet educated them selves to that degree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I admire people who study history, I truly believe we have so much to learn from the past, and so much gratitude to give to those who have gone before us. More than anything, I think that we respect and honor the people who sacrificed everything they had in order for us enjoy freedoms, by doing just that... Honoring the principles they have found to be eternal truths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now let me step off my high horse and come back to earth. Friday night was full of fun and entertainment as I had a girls night- Indian food is never ever a bad thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday morning Holly and I woke up to drive to Logan only to find out the store we were going for didn't open till 12. WHAT THE. So we&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; went to&lt;/span&gt; S&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-BWo8zf9GI/AAAAAAAAA3I/mMszSm3bj5w/s1600/Christmas+2009+324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467465209144669282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-BWo8zf9GI/AAAAAAAAA3I/mMszSm3bj5w/s320/Christmas+2009+324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mith and Edwards... which is an Army surplus store. Leave it to me and Holly to find the girly'est stuff in the whole freaking school and still managed to make it a shopping trip. True definition of being a girl. LOVE It. (Thanks Holly for Breakfast!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday night I enjoyed a night of Motor Cross. So fun! freezing, However a small price to pay to enjoy the smell and sound of motor cycles. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-BWnRp-zTI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Na73WUV4HrE/s1600/weekend+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467465180382154034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-BWnRp-zTI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Na73WUV4HrE/s320/weekend+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok So &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-BWn9a-UhI/AAAAAAAAA24/KDUDp_S1nVk/s1600/weekend+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467465192130368018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-BWn9a-UhI/AAAAAAAAA24/KDUDp_S1nVk/s320/weekend+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not that into Motor cycles how ever the company was pleasant, and I really did have fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Malorie has found her self a boyfriend/ eternal companion- what ever you want to call it. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-BWmpwigOI/AAAAAAAAA2o/6lyak7ETaWc/s1600/weekend+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467465169672241378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-BWmpwigOI/AAAAAAAAA2o/6lyak7ETaWc/s320/weekend+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well this is her off to meet his parents.  He is a doll and we heart him.  I found that shirt at Ross and the second I saw it I was absolutely positive she could not live with out it. Looked Fab as usual. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Monday is Missionary day, I usually get the emails from my Mission Boys.  This week Jo shy Pooh's was especially entertaining.  Man that kid is cool.  I really really miss him.  At any mention of a missionary you can find this proud auntie welling up.  How's that for cheese ball?  I'm seriously so dang proud.  Te ammo BUD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-1748280737054560708?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/1748280737054560708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=1748280737054560708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/1748280737054560708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/1748280737054560708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/05/experiences.html' title='Experiences'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S-BWoXgUWvI/AAAAAAAAA3A/FEMHBFYamF8/s72-c/david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-6801437338433303153</id><published>2010-04-29T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T14:33:01.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thursday!</title><content type='html'>Another Email at work, but I laughed pretty hard.  ENJOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during  an argument when you realize you're wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.  There is great need for a sarcasm font.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Map Quest really needs to start their directions o #5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the Person died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Bad decisions make great stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything  productive for the rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page  research paper  that I swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this -        ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello?  Hello? Damn it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine  times and goes to voice mail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16. I hate leaving my  house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of  importance the entire day. What a waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. I keep some people's  phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing  option. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;21. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;22. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my  groceries in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25. How  many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and  smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of  cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;29. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair  back a little too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;31. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;32. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet  everyone can find  and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds,  eyes closed, first time, every time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-6801437338433303153?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/6801437338433303153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=6801437338433303153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/6801437338433303153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/6801437338433303153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-thursday.html' title='Happy Thursday!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-4099983710596299784</id><published>2010-04-22T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:59:48.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I have this picture everywhere, but I just love it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S9B_x1l5SfI/AAAAAAAAA2g/9NckAv3l5t0/s1600/Easter+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463006842176752114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S9B_x1l5SfI/AAAAAAAAA2g/9NckAv3l5t0/s400/Easter+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S9B_xQQ1lkI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/nZegFbyTQTU/s1600/vegas-+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463006832156317250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S9B_xQQ1lkI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/nZegFbyTQTU/s400/vegas-+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd like to tittle this picture... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hotty&lt;/span&gt; Pants.  The two of us are classic fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;havers&lt;/span&gt;.  It's never ever dual, helps that I adore this kid, and I think the feeling is KINDA mutual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought I should probably do this, I have much to be grateful for. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 I am grateful for an awesome supervisor. We put for sale signs on his car this morning (thank you to all who called him for inquiry and helped me pull this prank off). Good times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 The Church History tours. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ceri&lt;/span&gt; and Jerry stopped and got to do some touring over there with their kids on their way over to Ohio. I miss them already and was so excited to hear from her. I'm grateful more than anything that the church is so important to my family, and for sisters who put that as a first for their families. I can't wait to hear their little voices tell me about "Adam on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;num&lt;/span&gt;" (sounded out?) I love those little voices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 My foot rest at work. I have it good I'm not going to lie. It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;massager&lt;/span&gt; at the same time. AH heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 My parents mission. I know I over use this, however they have the serious hook up for events at the conference center with the BIG guys (aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;apostles&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5 Michael Jackson's, This is it. I'm sorry to say this, but I love it. Man in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mirror&lt;/span&gt; and Change, some other ROCK out tunes. The perfect music for this stage in life... Dance the night away and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEAT IT&lt;/strong&gt; to the loser guys who don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SHIZ&lt;/span&gt; together&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#6 I did my first rinse last night with my nose that did not result in BLOOD!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; I'm so happy! My nose is so perfect shout out to Doctor Anderson, and his Assistant Colby (yep we're on first name basis) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#7 I am SO grateful to my nail lady and her life story. In broken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Vietnamese&lt;/span&gt; I heard it all from her last night. She is a doll: 36 Married to some one her dad's age and got a nail shop out of him... Done and done. 2 words for the nail lady: Girl POWER! (you go girl) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#8 Socks, my toes are so cold right now! I thought it was summer and wore flip flops to work (casual day) and because of the prank previously explained have been going in and out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt;... turns out it's not summer. I'm Freezing. WET. Cold. I would love a pair of those toasty socks I have in my closet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#9 My sister and Close &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; Both having twins at the same time. How is that for awesome!!! I'm so excited!!! I know I have used this before, but really I'm excited about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#10 My awesome-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;. Sounds lame but I did not create my spirit and soul, and I am grateful to have the gifts I have. I think that Heavenly father knows what's up, and although I'm not near perfect I like who and I am, and what I have to work with. I'm grateful for that. &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/2041187403994656025-4099983710596299784?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/4099983710596299784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=4099983710596299784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4099983710596299784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4099983710596299784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/04/grateful-list.html' title='Grateful List'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S9B_x1l5SfI/AAAAAAAAA2g/9NckAv3l5t0/s72-c/Easter+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-937102700231901822</id><published>2010-04-21T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T19:52:29.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of my favorite things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89bAYPwkRI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/U1o_CljXsQI/s1600/vegas-+022.jpg"&gt;So for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; I got my Roommate a board that says on the bottom "a few of my favorite things" and I am jealous. Even though I got it for her, I want to share with the world my favorite things... so this blog is my chance!!! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so I love Fire alarms at work. We all just go out side and hang out till they figure out a customer pulled it. But we totally get to go out side and chat. I love it. Nice sunny days are the best, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; takes the state forever to figure out, so we end up being out side for ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462684935090376978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89bAYPwkRI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/U1o_CljXsQI/s400/vegas-+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I love my crafts! I have been transformed into one of those "old chicks" that has tons of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrap booking&lt;/span&gt; stuff but no one to scrap book. SO therefore I make cards. It's one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; things, being crafty that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89a_jy0PwI/AAAAAAAAA2I/UBaa_h5QjXQ/s1600/vegas-+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462684921010339586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89a_jy0PwI/AAAAAAAAA2I/UBaa_h5QjXQ/s400/vegas-+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;babies&lt;/span&gt; moved to OHIO this week... One of my favorite things is being out side and by water... My parents house is on the lake. For the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;farewell&lt;/span&gt; party the kids, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;neighbor&lt;/span&gt; girl (she is cute!) had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bonn&lt;/span&gt; fire on the lake and roasted chocolate covered Easter egg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;marshmallow&lt;/span&gt; things. SO GOOD! We also roasted other things but I think that was the most memorable. (the rest of the stuff was from the deli and I just put it on the roasting stick to make the kids think I cooked it- worked like a charm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89axutxE9I/AAAAAAAAA2A/zMel4HMettc/s1600/vegas-+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462684683423781842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89axutxE9I/AAAAAAAAA2A/zMel4HMettc/s400/vegas-+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other favorite things is this girl. My roommate MALORIE. She is so much like Jesus I learn so much. Plus we are fun. We love our selves and are usually up to no good. I love having a close friend at my same life stage and hang out buddy. Pillow talk is totally normal and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; each other is non stop. Shopping, tanning, tennis, swimming, Nails, boys, what ever it is this girl is DOWN, and it's fun. We miss each &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; when we aren't together, I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89axAHMaOI/AAAAAAAAA14/0phWH_PSmcE/s1600/vegas-+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462684670913964258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89axAHMaOI/AAAAAAAAA14/0phWH_PSmcE/s400/vegas-+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my favorites is this room/ apartment. This is my parents Missionary apartment. It's right down street literally less than a block away from temple square. Aside from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;steller&lt;/span&gt; location... the smell. It smelt like my mission. I went in there and it was like over powering to me. I loved who I was on a mission, therefor I love to be reminded of the mission. It brought back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of feelings and memories I hadn't thought about for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89awtVt8WI/AAAAAAAAA1w/rpEsgS3wSTU/s1600/vegas-+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462684665874608482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89awtVt8WI/AAAAAAAAA1w/rpEsgS3wSTU/s400/vegas-+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another reason why this is one of my favorites is because my parents are over joyed to be serving and doing what they are doing. I truly makes me so happy to see them so thrilled. They are having awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; and I love hearing about them. My dad served before in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;, but this is my mom's first time and it's so fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89awOihAJI/AAAAAAAAA1o/nq7csDeP2kA/s1600/vegas-+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462684657606787218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89awOihAJI/AAAAAAAAA1o/nq7csDeP2kA/s400/vegas-+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CUTE huh? They are up and out of the apt by like 6:30. Which on my mission wasn't even allowed, however they do get off at 4 and can watch TV. Fair trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CUTE IS THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89avXbxuaI/AAAAAAAAA1g/alEbtnLZxFY/s1600/vegas-+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462684642814572962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89avXbxuaI/AAAAAAAAA1g/alEbtnLZxFY/s400/vegas-+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fav's&lt;/span&gt;. This would be a picture of the RUMBLE that went down out side my window at work. For any of you who think I'm kidding when i say it's crazy here, I will start documenting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;crazyness&lt;/span&gt;. Full on rumble 5 police cars, and people going to jail. It's a day in the life and part of the reason why I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate came to go to lunch the other day and she was terrified. cop cars, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;CSi&lt;/span&gt; etc. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;WEll&lt;/span&gt; turns out a guy stabbed his wife out side of our building then had a high speed foot chase with tons of cops... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;DRAMa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89aROoYDkI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/gTXCeydX4-c/s1600/vegas-+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462684125055422018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89aROoYDkI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/gTXCeydX4-c/s400/vegas-+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sky's beaming face in her awesomely hot prom dress is one of my favorites of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89aQI-Rc9I/AAAAAAAAA1I/iGOb5UYiQEc/s1600/vegas-+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462684106356782034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89aQI-Rc9I/AAAAAAAAA1I/iGOb5UYiQEc/s400/vegas-+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;.  They make me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89aPSzxWNI/AAAAAAAAA1A/_7O6292SQIY/s1600/vegas-+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462684091817220306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89aPSzxWNI/AAAAAAAAA1A/_7O6292SQIY/s400/vegas-+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly dancing in the street is a good thing too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89aO14A2bI/AAAAAAAAA04/c93Fuykkhhw/s1600/vegas-+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462684084050385330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89aO14A2bI/AAAAAAAAA04/c93Fuykkhhw/s400/vegas-+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LIFE IS GOOD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-937102700231901822?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/937102700231901822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=937102700231901822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/937102700231901822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/937102700231901822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/04/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A few of my favorite things...'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S89bAYPwkRI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/U1o_CljXsQI/s72-c/vegas-+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-1484435968482628008</id><published>2010-04-15T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:44:54.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I've worked for the State for a "while" Now, and one thing you can gather from working in a political atmosphere is that nothing is settled and regardless of who is in office things will change.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When first hired I was living down town &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(the avenues, I LOVED IT) but decided to take the job in Provo.  So, with 2 weeks to wrap up business in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; I moved.  Everything worked out, and I was so sad to see my awesome amazing apartment that I loved so much, and was really hard to come by in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; area.  Turns out it was a good move.  I made great friends, and Career wise, great move.  In prior posts you will read that it was tough, and a struggle.  As and Eligibility Worker my nights were filled with memorizing state policy and program guide lines.  This worked out cause I was on the rebound from a horrible relationship and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;terribly&lt;/span&gt; miss my bow who I had at that point been with for over a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Memorizing State policy was my way out of a really bad life situation.  Lets look at some highlights:  My trainer who I will adore even after I die.  She was an older grumpy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hispanic&lt;/span&gt; lady that corrected my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grammar&lt;/span&gt; every chance she could, and told me what was wrong with my case &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;management&lt;/span&gt; skills.  Well, we ended up taking lunches together almost every day, doing temple work together ( she took me to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Manti&lt;/span&gt; temple for my first time- breath taking)  and our days frequently had a therapy "session" for Cheryl and she saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of tears (to be fair I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of her tears).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We played cards together after church on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, and after 7 months of close &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; ship to her I found out she had a son my age, lets just say fireworks.  I loved him.  He treated me so so good.  So kind, and SO handsome, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hispanic&lt;/span&gt;, and just cute.  He was not an active member, which worked out for me at the time cause I was a fence girl.  I hadn't decided what was going on in my head so I justified letting go of a temple marriage because of his Kindness and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;STELLAR&lt;/span&gt; mom.  I think I fell in love with her and he was a HUGE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;benefit&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; He ended up being the first guy to break my heart.  LIKE full on tears for a couple weeks.  The hardest part was his mom usually cried with me.  I didn't cry that much when I called off engagements.  I think it's really hard to end things when they are so nice, and so cute and you just don't understand why.  I carried on for a while, like a month of tears, but now retrospective it was a very good thing of him to do, and I know it was one of the hardest things he's had to do.  (he's now getting married in the temple, active church &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;member&lt;/span&gt;!!!  I'd like to t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hink&lt;/span&gt; I had a small part in his coming back and all the scripture studies weren't pointless)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  So then.  I felt like something was going to change.  I had this feeling that something big was going to happen.  Well, my lead worker gave me a priesthood blessing there at work in the Provo office because of my uneasy feeling.  Hours later we found out there would be "changes" and I would be having to apply for my job again.  What?  Yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how the state works.  I didn't re apply for my job in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Eligibility&lt;/span&gt;.  I decided I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to serve people and that my policy knowledge could be used for a greater good, so I looked into the position on the other side of the State Department.  I applied for jobs all over the state.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; offers from every office, and every position I applied for.  When I interviewed in Ogden, oddly enough I got lost down town and actually ended up walking down an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ally&lt;/span&gt; (one of which I would never never walk down now)  little did I know... Ogden felt right the second I walked in the door.  I knew I was moving there, but still wanted to know what the heck was going to happen before I made any final &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt;, as far as offers from managers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The same night I interviewed in Ogden, I got a call from the manager off the office at 8 pm (well after business hours).  She stated she would do anything to get me to the Office and asked me what it would take to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;convince&lt;/span&gt; me... DUH.  Money.  So I got a raise and started a new office, new ward, new friends, new everything.  It was hard, but quickly the little miracles started to show.  I was dating quite a bit at this point and after my other boy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; didn't feel ready to settle down for anyone, but I enjoyed male &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;companionship&lt;/span&gt; and the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;benefits&lt;/span&gt;" that comes with not so serious relationships.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  In Ogden I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;benefited&lt;/span&gt; from serving the public in so many ways.  I have worked as a community &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;liaison&lt;/span&gt; on boards for domestic violent advocacy, I've represented the State at different Educational community meetings, and I've served the x felon community with pride.  I Have learned deep and eternal lessons of the atonement, lessons that i could not have learned in any other situation.  I've also served and used my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; language skills daily, which has blessed my life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;tremendously&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have sent 2 of my dearest and best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; on missions.  My life would not be complete with out those kids, Jason and Joshua.  The shining sparkle behind their Auntie's eye.  I had no idea the pride and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; that would come from those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;kiddos&lt;/span&gt; doing what &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know to be true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  I experienced one of the scariest things of life, Our dear Joesph and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;seizure&lt;/span&gt;.  My little heart could not take anything happening to that kid.  My parents have turned in mission papers, and retired making my childhood home history.  I felt so defined by Bakersfield and my roots there, saying goodbye to my childhood house was almost a crisis.  Luckily I have made close and dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; here in Ogden, and I've walked the halls of the Ogden Temple.  I think this move was a HUGE Success.  HUGE.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  All this being said and thrown out to the "blog" world, really I just need to process things.  I'm getting another feeling in the gut.  I hope my gut feelings are real feelings and not me running away from Healthy situations.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd like to be bored in my life by staying put for a bit, just cause I think its healthy.  On the other hand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of changes are being made.  I've decided I'm ready for a "more serious"  relationship (marriage- dare I say the M word) , my sisters moving across country (I want to go!), and work is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; restructuring, and I could very easily get orders to move with out notice, and who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; where they'd send me, doing who knows what.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  That being sad, My life is in the hands of a Father I trust 150%, my life is evidence that clearly he knows me, and knows my heart.  I am but hot metal in his hands getting worked and molded to what he wants.  Lets hope I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;moldable&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-1484435968482628008?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/1484435968482628008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=1484435968482628008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/1484435968482628008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/1484435968482628008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-on-earth.html' title='How on Earth'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-2140557709624451732</id><published>2010-04-14T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:00:46.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just funny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO we found these cheesy shirts at the gas station and with out hesitation we all agreed to buy matching ones and get pictures done.  how often do you find people who just like to look dumb with you?  True friends.  But we had so much fun doing it! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S8Xy1f7IoMI/AAAAAAAAA0w/cnLd0BohiVI/s1600/Anderiggleros.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460037124173111490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S8Xy1f7IoMI/AAAAAAAAA0w/cnLd0BohiVI/s400/Anderiggleros.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2041187403994656025-2140557709624451732?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/2140557709624451732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=2140557709624451732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2140557709624451732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2140557709624451732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-funny.html' title='Just funny.'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S8Xy1f7IoMI/AAAAAAAAA0w/cnLd0BohiVI/s72-c/Anderiggleros.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-5923514722816302511</id><published>2010-04-14T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:44:47.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter, In Rewind status.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was on my mission, I would show people this picture of Christ. Then I would proceed to tell them I was one of the angles on the Right and show them where they were in the picture also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was this Cute little boy, Oh my those Hispanic kids are adorable!!! His name is Shemblom and he use to call me "La hermanita Angel" "sister angel" cause I infiltrated his brain to think part of this picture was a self portrait. I laughed allot about it, however on a deeper level I'd like to think I'd have a front row seat to this experience due to my undieing faith. *Something to work towards, no?* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460023727707673378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S8XmpuM4UyI/AAAAAAAAA0g/lCNmXOnrFSU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm Mormon. Easter means a couple things for us Mormons. First and foremost, it means Christ has Risen!! How grateful I am to know my Savior, and have him be an entrical part of my life. I am so grateful for that. So grateful. Life is so much easier when you can give all your issues to some one else and not have to fret about them. Especially, some one that loves you unconditionally and will always, unconditional of your short comings. I know this to be true, and as President Hinckley once said, "My gratitude knows no bounds, My Love for&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S8XnNVKqX7I/AAAAAAAAA0o/f9W0n2RLu1Y/s1600/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460024339462774706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S8XnNVKqX7I/AAAAAAAAA0o/f9W0n2RLu1Y/s400/jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my Savior has no end, My God and my Best Friend." He has saved me from my self, and from my short comings and I can not wait to meet him at his feet. I read 3 Nefi where he came to the American Content and read about the experience the people had when he came and I can't help but feel a little longing for home, a little home sick. It seems like no matter what, there's never enough of my Savior in my life, and I am so grateful I feel that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture has been said to be the most correct Of Christ that we have on earth. I'm not sure if this is a Mormon legend or truth, however I know how I feel when I see it. He is my Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After deep thoughts come Fun thoughts! My family also does this thing that is actually Mexican, Cascarones. If you know me at all you know I'm like 7/8 Th's Hispanic... true story. Therefore, we do cascarones. This is my mom and dad's first year (they've always been in Cali for cascarones, dad working as a CPA on the side you know when Tax season and end of year is and plan life around it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, You can clearly see dad adjusted Quickly.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S8XhipVazQI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/qegzCQ9B02Y/s1600/Easter+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460018108584086786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S8XhipVazQI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/qegzCQ9B02Y/s320/Easter+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Poor roommate enjoyed her un birthday on Easter. She is going through the temple, and had some what of a taxing experience when she bought her Garmy's. I think if you have ever made the decision to take a big step towards eternal progression you can Identify with the emotional roller coaster that happens. Tiss true. I am a deep believer in Sister Hinckleys thoughts when she said something like... " We must care for each other, so we can sit in Heaven together." (or something.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dear hermana, I deeply care for this girl. Knowing the struggle that comes with making really awesome life choices makes me want to wrap my big relief society arms around her and protect her from the heart ache. I had in my room my Motto in high school, "Every thing is difficult, before it gets easy" Is it not true? Life is so so so hard, then you figure it out, it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S8XhiEGPOZI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/kifP3_kdKNk/s1600/Easter+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460018098588301714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S8XhiEGPOZI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/kifP3_kdKNk/s320/Easter+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then my Family. Having had surgery and really hating life in general for a couple weeks. These people are the ones I'm so grateful to have by my side. They have saved me. I don't give my family allot of Credit, some times I don't recognize that being an active family member is an elective not a requirement. I am astounded by what these people do for me. Again, my gratitude knows no bounds. I have a song that I would like to quote, it's by Ziggy Marley (represent!) But truly expresses how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanna thank you for the things you've done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna thank you for your generosity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I'll never be alone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's because you are my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's because you are my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been through thick and thin together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;through the ups and downs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet we still remain and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can talk to you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna thank you for the day and nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna thank you for the breath of &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;life with out&lt;/span&gt; you I'd be lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just as long, just as long as you're my friend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's because you are my friend, you are my friend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times I forget that my family is making a choice to serve me, and it is not a REQUIREMENT for them to do so. It's not their fault I have chosen not to be married yet thus putting allot of burden on their shoulders that would other wise be a spouses, I'm grateful for their patience and love for me.  They tend to help pick up pieces, after failed engagements, Work re assignments which means moving with days notice, Medical CRAp, and any thing else you can imagine.  These people are golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460018087865716226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S8XhhcJxjgI/AAAAAAAAA0I/IZf8B7I8Mm4/s320/Easter+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Cascarones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seriously Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S8Xhg31UJGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/c39ny6SUza0/s1600/Easter+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460018078116226146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S8Xhg31UJGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/c39ny6SUza0/s320/Easter+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Easter basket. Mal and I decided we wanted baskets. I think it was mutual that we just love shopping for each other, and so fun to give!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S8Xhge-cgOI/AAAAAAAAAz4/NXz709_LsHE/s1600/Easter+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460018071443636450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S8Xhge-cgOI/AAAAAAAAAz4/NXz709_LsHE/s320/Easter+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2041187403994656025-5923514722816302511?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/5923514722816302511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=5923514722816302511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5923514722816302511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5923514722816302511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-in-rewind-status.html' title='Easter, In Rewind status.'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S8XmpuM4UyI/AAAAAAAAA0g/lCNmXOnrFSU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-4615393211384641433</id><published>2010-04-06T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:58:38.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures...</title><content type='html'>So the twins and I had special time with out MAL.  FINALLY. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOl&lt;/span&gt; but for real, after a day of family togetherness, I was missing my boys.  So we went to a movie (Titans: which I loved and they did not) then we decided 12 am, it's so early why on earth go home?  So we drove around a bit, and after a scare of an almost road trip to Eden (thank heavens that didn't happen, fork in eye), we decided it was Mal's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Un&lt;/span&gt; birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7tvEVfyasI/AAAAAAAAAzo/eEHd-MO3EvA/s1600/Easter+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457077493770119874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7tvEVfyasI/AAAAAAAAAzo/eEHd-MO3EvA/s320/Easter+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we found decor... at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wal mart&lt;/span&gt; (who else is open in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt; conference weekend at 12:30 am) and we found this really funny wedding cake topper...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7tvD6PxJcI/AAAAAAAAAzg/97MDhJUJKxs/s1600/Easter+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457077486455170498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7tvD6PxJcI/AAAAAAAAAzg/97MDhJUJKxs/s320/Easter+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and "the boys" chewing our Gum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7tvDBK2lSI/AAAAAAAAAzY/0tpxgPSG2cA/s1600/Easter+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457077471133734178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7tvDBK2lSI/AAAAAAAAAzY/0tpxgPSG2cA/s320/Easter+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our feet-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sies&lt;/span&gt;. My shoes are amazingly cute. like to die for cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7tvCn2a0PI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/A8DjzZZB9vM/s1600/Easter+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457077464337142002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7tvCn2a0PI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/A8DjzZZB9vM/s320/Easter+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and again the twins. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457077501785856498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7tvEzW42fI/AAAAAAAAAzw/KiXIZadc2AI/s320/Easter+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Oh Jack and the topper... looks all too familiar... &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/2041187403994656025-4615393211384641433?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/4615393211384641433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=4615393211384641433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4615393211384641433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4615393211384641433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-pictures.html' title='More pictures...'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7tvEVfyasI/AAAAAAAAAzo/eEHd-MO3EvA/s72-c/Easter+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-182981701362044449</id><published>2010-04-01T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:33:11.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it doesn't look like it, but this picture is amist the HELL.  My nose is so swollen and actually has cast's in it.  Don't let the smile fool you... LIFE SUCKED. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UeGvRnsdI/AAAAAAAAAzI/EiTRIO-Xr78/s1600/Cute!+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455299624747643346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UeGvRnsdI/AAAAAAAAAzI/EiTRIO-Xr78/s320/Cute!+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My freind Erika and family!!! They met us and ate with us.  SO fun, and wow beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UeGLW5jOI/AAAAAAAAAzA/2_FB9h_Jfyk/s1600/Cute!+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455299615106108642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UeGLW5jOI/AAAAAAAAAzA/2_FB9h_Jfyk/s320/Cute!+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The baby!  She laid with me non stop during my recovery. Little miss thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UeF_UYkFI/AAAAAAAAAy4/okarTmbsAkg/s1600/Cute!+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455299611874332754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UeF_UYkFI/AAAAAAAAAy4/okarTmbsAkg/s320/Cute!+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids slept by me and helped my spirits.  They were so Dang cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UeFDlZ6mI/AAAAAAAAAyw/TBhVohgJdKY/s1600/Cute!+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455299595839597154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UeFDlZ6mI/AAAAAAAAAyw/TBhVohgJdKY/s320/Cute!+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jen came to visit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UeEtKf3PI/AAAAAAAAAyo/n8RmmG_jB2E/s1600/Cute!+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455299589821160690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UeEtKf3PI/AAAAAAAAAyo/n8RmmG_jB2E/s320/Cute!+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blythe is dang cute too... I must say they are turning into quite the young women. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-182981701362044449?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/182981701362044449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=182981701362044449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/182981701362044449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/182981701362044449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know-it-doesnt-look-like-it-but-this.html' title=''/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UeGvRnsdI/AAAAAAAAAzI/EiTRIO-Xr78/s72-c/Cute!+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-1250809457170195901</id><published>2010-04-01T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:26:14.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Best food ever! This was my meal of choice before surgery... Does it get better?  I'm grateful for peru just cause the food is awesome. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ua4pZIG0I/AAAAAAAAAyg/cultRiRDRsU/s1600/hollar+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455296084115462978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ua4pZIG0I/AAAAAAAAAyg/cultRiRDRsU/s320/hollar+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the party crew eating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ua4JvfQuI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Vb2zJni0X-M/s1600/hollar+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455296075619320546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ua4JvfQuI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Vb2zJni0X-M/s320/hollar+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was Randy's birthday so she sang for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ua3vkn9LI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/SR7wDi5Reeo/s1600/hollar+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455296068594431154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ua3vkn9LI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/SR7wDi5Reeo/s320/hollar+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is not related at all, I just think I look cute in it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ua2wtlmsI/AAAAAAAAAyA/jVbDcT5ZhIE/s1600/hollar+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455296051720592066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ua2wtlmsI/AAAAAAAAAyA/jVbDcT5ZhIE/s320/hollar+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2041187403994656025-1250809457170195901?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/1250809457170195901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=1250809457170195901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/1250809457170195901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/1250809457170195901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-food-ever-this-was-my-meal-of.html' title=''/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ua4pZIG0I/AAAAAAAAAyg/cultRiRDRsU/s72-c/hollar+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-3581782744738392164</id><published>2010-04-01T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:11:22.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and more... of mom and dad's party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UZcQhjwLI/AAAAAAAAAx4/09-iJDm1c_8/s1600/hollar+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455294496891977906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UZcQhjwLI/AAAAAAAAAx4/09-iJDm1c_8/s320/hollar+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The After Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UZbzAIPHI/AAAAAAAAAxw/fOlIROcV1ys/s1600/hollar+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455294488967134322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UZbzAIPHI/AAAAAAAAAxw/fOlIROcV1ys/s320/hollar+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mission display. I'm proud turned out nice. Shot out to Amy, my sis in law.  We make a steller Team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UZbF_YG_I/AAAAAAAAAxg/Ensj94eVY3k/s1600/hollar+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455294476884384754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UZbF_YG_I/AAAAAAAAAxg/Ensj94eVY3k/s320/hollar+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and dad in front of the family picture table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UZaZDAmsI/AAAAAAAAAxY/r0odO-FidA8/s1600/hollar+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455294464820026050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UZaZDAmsI/AAAAAAAAAxY/r0odO-FidA8/s320/hollar+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The center peices!  This would be the memory table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UZbpCQlQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/_EmNIc909ng/s1600/hollar+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455294486291715330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UZbpCQlQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/_EmNIc909ng/s320/hollar+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the drinks table.  Again, shout out to AMY. (andrew did the cups)&lt;br /&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/2041187403994656025-3581782744738392164?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/3581782744738392164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=3581782744738392164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/3581782744738392164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/3581782744738392164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-more-of-mom-and-dads-party.html' title='and more... of mom and dad&apos;s party'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UZcQhjwLI/AAAAAAAAAx4/09-iJDm1c_8/s72-c/hollar+131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-5247708641526987617</id><published>2010-04-01T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:06:01.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures for your Pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UXey3OPKI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/5baJ0BepuZg/s1600/hollar+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455292341446130850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UXey3OPKI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/5baJ0BepuZg/s320/hollar+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick and Randy at the store in Cali. Always amazing to me that theirs liquor everywhere, I'm so UTAH now... Kinda lame of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UXeccHHrI/AAAAAAAAAxI/6for9bMAn7o/s1600/hollar+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455292335426838194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UXeccHHrI/AAAAAAAAAxI/6for9bMAn7o/s320/hollar+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOOK AT THAT TAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UXd37cckI/AAAAAAAAAxA/AMyAbcCHs9k/s1600/Cute!+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455292325626147394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UXd37cckI/AAAAAAAAAxA/AMyAbcCHs9k/s320/Cute!+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack and I wrestling over some nasty half raw egg... EWwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UXdeFMhvI/AAAAAAAAAw4/UTGvYaVUZf4/s1600/Cute!+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455292318687725298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UXdeFMhvI/AAAAAAAAAw4/UTGvYaVUZf4/s320/Cute!+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach and I at his work... So fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UXczLvYeI/AAAAAAAAAww/vIwz48WM2NE/s1600/Cute!+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455292307172450786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UXczLvYeI/AAAAAAAAAww/vIwz48WM2NE/s320/Cute!+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Road trip to LOGAN,  its Beautiful.  &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/2041187403994656025-5247708641526987617?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/5247708641526987617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=5247708641526987617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5247708641526987617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5247708641526987617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-pictures-for-your-pleasure.html' title='More Pictures for your Pleasure'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7UXey3OPKI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/5baJ0BepuZg/s72-c/hollar+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-2192765427161757735</id><published>2010-03-31T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T07:44:45.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so doubles if you have facebook, but why not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know how I can have them, I have about 30 apples of my eye, and pretty soon I will have 2 twinner apples!!! I'm so THRILLED.  This little girl is one of those apples... I just can't get over it. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ne-VLuLJI/AAAAAAAAAwo/HQBuexgenwo/s1600/Cute!+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454807998607010962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ne-VLuLJI/AAAAAAAAAwo/HQBuexgenwo/s320/Cute!+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MY roommate will in the hospital. At this point I was actually feeling very happy, and man those drugs were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ne9ms6ARI/AAAAAAAAAwg/BUfA850wPVE/s1600/Cute!+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454807986129731858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ne9ms6ARI/AAAAAAAAAwg/BUfA850wPVE/s320/Cute!+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first trip to Logan. I was converted.  BEautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ne9cQ0PRI/AAAAAAAAAwY/lWbonxcFMgo/s1600/Cute!+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454807983327558930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ne9cQ0PRI/AAAAAAAAAwY/lWbonxcFMgo/s320/Cute!+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Potty time, and why not a photo shoot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ne8l6l5UI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/gMsHKNRnv_8/s1600/Cute!+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454807968738829634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ne8l6l5UI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/gMsHKNRnv_8/s320/Cute!+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just out of surgery. So Hot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ne8DlCzSI/AAAAAAAAAwI/_Car9P7AG_8/s1600/OUCH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454807959521643810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ne8DlCzSI/AAAAAAAAAwI/_Car9P7AG_8/s320/OUCH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2041187403994656025-2192765427161757735?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/2192765427161757735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=2192765427161757735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2192765427161757735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2192765427161757735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-doubles-if-you-have-facebook-but-why.html' title='so doubles if you have facebook, but why not...'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S7Ne-VLuLJI/AAAAAAAAAwo/HQBuexgenwo/s72-c/Cute!+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-4496911863405532010</id><published>2010-03-29T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:18:45.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures will be following!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, Needless to say life has been crazy.  My grateful list goal was shot to heck.  I think it’s been over a month, and I have ample excuses.  Let me give you a few (I will go into more detail on each later in the post):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  SURGERY. Surgery, and SURGERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh MY Hell life sucks after surgery.  People say that, but the reality is IT REALLY REALLY sucks.  They ended up doing a lot more than they thought they would have too, and I ended up taking 2 weeks off work not just the 1-week like I had hoped.  (That just means no vacation time for a while).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you details:  they cut out my tonsils, and adenoids, then they cut back some of my nose (the actually bone), then re constructed the inside of my nose (20 stitches on the inside and casts holding it open) and then the kicker… they found a growth in the air passage way under my left eye so they drilled into my skull and cleaned it out.  OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bruised from the drilling, and actually ended up throwing up blood in the hospital and ripped my incision making recovery really really hard.  I could only sip on warm things, Coco and ramen was my life.  It was awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my sister Teri was my mom in the hospital.  She saved me.  She went right into go mode and made sure my business was covered.  She got pissed that after I threw up in the hospital, and 5 nurses were like looking around clueless as to what to do, she snapped them right out of it.  Heaven sent Teri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate Malorie stayed the night with me and took me potty… I could not walk alone and she was so kind.  We had 1 am photo shoots were it looks like we both went under the knife, what sympathy she has.  I love her, and feel so grateful we live together (moving to Ogden really was an answered prayer wasn’t it?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ceri.  Oh ceri.  She put up with my post surgery care and she was AWESOME.  Since I had never had anything medically done before I was so grateful to be some where with a sister who was so aware of the need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My medication ran out, (God bless the makers of Lortab) but I went all weekend with out some before we hit up the doctor on Monday.  Let me tell you, and apologize to those of you who received hate texts.  I really am a nice person, just in A LOT of pain. Tons. &lt;br /&gt; Anyway, I felt like an update may be needed… now that’s over with we can get to fun stuff right?  Let us hope.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the Marriage games begin, and may the best man win!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I’m still the same Cher) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-4496911863405532010?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/4496911863405532010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=4496911863405532010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4496911863405532010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4496911863405532010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/03/pictures-will-be-following.html' title='Pictures will be following!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-6017320321563756426</id><published>2010-02-05T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:36:10.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh</title><content type='html'>So I haven't been as good at keeping up with my blog... but every day is a new day right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 The old guy at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;.  I live about a block away from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;.  I drive by it tons, and I have come to be touched by how people treat the graves of their loved ones.  Specifically there is this one older guy.  He goes and shovels the snow and the grave always has beautiful flowers on it.  When I see him I think of how loved that person is and how I want to love some one that purely one day.&lt;br /&gt;#2 White feelings.  I am SO excited! I'm getting all the fillings replaced in my mouth! FINALLY.  This has been one of my goals for years.  I am so excited and thrilled.  Getting all these replaced checks off one last thing from my "before I get married" List.&lt;br /&gt;#3 Samantha.  A couple months ago my friend Samantha moved to Utah.  I love her.  She and her husband are from Louisiana and got stationed here, he is a Captain in the Air Force.  I just adore them.  They have that cute southern accent I came to Love will I was "staying" in Tennessee.  Not only that, but she is such a good friend and fun to be around.  She is a therapist for people who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;have attempted&lt;/span&gt; Suicide so the stories never end!!! LOVE IT, LOVE HER, LOVE the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Accent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;#4 mineral make up.  What more needs to be said?&lt;br /&gt;#5  Buying my niece a wax kit.  AWESOME she does my eye brows.  We tried to do my legs but all i can say is OUCH.  My female &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;moustache&lt;/span&gt; should be scared.  Very scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-6017320321563756426?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/6017320321563756426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=6017320321563756426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/6017320321563756426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/6017320321563756426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/02/ahhh.html' title='ahhh'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-1235255570299586842</id><published>2010-01-26T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:50:11.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All time high</title><content type='html'>3 posts in one day?  Hold on to your panties cause it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thought... ME little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/span&gt;, is at a record high for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stalkers&lt;/span&gt; from the work place... Hey not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; can do it... I guess the tanning is doing it's job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-1235255570299586842?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/1235255570299586842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=1235255570299586842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/1235255570299586842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/1235255570299586842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-time-high.html' title='All time high'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-3417014350620413865</id><published>2010-01-26T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:10:10.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way.</title><content type='html'>So I was on my way to the doctor feeling so anxious and yuck about scheduling surgery... and I saw some really cool things...&lt;br /&gt;1)  A man painting the window for valentines.  LOVE IT.  I thought for a second... "people still paint windows?"  and yeah they do.  It made me feel warm inside for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;2) I looked over while I was driving and saw a really old guy driving his car picking his nose.  I again got warm inside.  He had this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt; glow to him, and I thought to my self "I bet he's someones really cute old grandpa"  My grandpa (my mom's step dad) and I were close (through letters and summer visits) (in fact he was the only person that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consistanly&lt;/span&gt; wrote to me on my mission- pretty good for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;atheist&lt;/span&gt;) we still hold hands when i get to see him, but I've always wanted grand parents.  I don't really have any memories with any other grandparents.  Some times I feel cheated out of the wisdom or love grand parents can offer, However, I just try to love my nieces and nephews that much more...&lt;br /&gt;3) Of all the patients in the doctors office, mine was the only CD their computers could not scan. why?  Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; because My name is Cheryl Butler, and we really needed the test results.  So, Cheryl is getting surgery done based off what the Radiologist says... and what the doctor can see.&lt;br /&gt;4)  The description of what my doctor says he's doing to me.  Snot, and infection, and blood.  mean while I'm tearing up and once in my car burst out crying.  Do they not know that I have never had anything medically done to me and I'm freaked out of my mind... Seriously people.  When you see a 28 yr old woman tearing up because of what your saying maybe something isn't exactly right...&lt;br /&gt;5)  the fact that if i wanted something cosmetically done to my nose, I could do it now.  He asked me if I wanted anything cosmetically done... I responded "I like my nose" but now am second thinking it.  Maybe a little bit here and there... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hummm&lt;/span&gt;... the seed is planted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-3417014350620413865?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/3417014350620413865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=3417014350620413865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/3417014350620413865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/3417014350620413865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-my-way.html' title='On my way.'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-2226165837180892192</id><published>2010-01-26T07:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:50:22.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day late... thats ok.</title><content type='html'>So I've missed a day of Blogging, so much I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;I had training this morning for Federal Job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;positions&lt;/span&gt; and can i just tell you, I'm super excited to be able to help people with the information I have.  Not that I can give them preferred services,  but that I now have great information that can really help people.  I love being able to share my education I have been blessed with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HCG&lt;/span&gt; diet again,  I am so proud, I went to burger King with a co worker and held strong, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crispy&lt;/span&gt; Creme Donuts, Plainly put, I AM AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK already my grateful list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  People who get to business.  Don't really care about your family and kids, I'm not going to ever meet you again.  Tell me what I need to know and let me get back to work.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;2)  Ear muffs- so I can rock out at my own leisure&lt;br /&gt;3)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Acutane&lt;/span&gt;.  I got one zit,  It made me so so grateful for the treatment I went through.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aweful&lt;/span&gt; but my face thanks me daily.  I love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;acutane&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4)  the bigger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;band aids&lt;/span&gt;.  I have been using smaller ones for my nail that is falling on and they simply... SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;5)  Salt.  With out it I could not make it on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HCG&lt;/span&gt; thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Making&lt;/span&gt; up for yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  Lemons.  I love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lemonade&lt;/span&gt; made with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;stevia&lt;/span&gt; for the diet.  LOVE it and usually have it when I'm not on the diet.&lt;br /&gt;7)  Work cars.  I just think it's cool not to have to take my own when on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;assignments&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;8)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt;.  Even though Mondays are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;exhausting&lt;/span&gt; and I am so so tired, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt; is always a source of entertainment, and laughter.  Life would not be good with out my Boys... Adopted nephews.  (shout out Jack- I know you read this, Busted as of last night) &lt;br /&gt;9)  I finally took my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; decorations down.  Maybe one day I'll get to Putting them away... Time for VALENTINES decor... Hearts everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;10)  I have a quote on my computer screen that states "never judge until you understand, and when you understand you will never judge."  I'm grateful I put that up.  I can see my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;guarded&lt;/span&gt; customers read that and the wall usually melts away.  I'm grateful that I don't judge them, Its like one of my hidden talents and I'm not sure where I got it from.  I can come face to face with literally a murder and treat him with respect, or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;prostitute&lt;/span&gt;, or... what ever else. &lt;br /&gt;  I'm grateful for that.  I think being able to not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;judged&lt;/span&gt; some one has given me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of learning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; in life.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ALLOT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy are we!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-2226165837180892192?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/2226165837180892192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=2226165837180892192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2226165837180892192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2226165837180892192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-late-thats-ok.html' title='A day late... thats ok.'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-2975730654097948695</id><published>2010-01-21T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:42:13.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>I am much happier today.  Thank you to everyone that has helped me with my getting through surgery stages.  I'm not really at grips with it, but I am working past the thought that the Doctor may not abuse me while I'm out, and all my other wierd issues I obviously have.   I think I will have more anxiety when it gets closer to the date, however right now I'm at grips with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the process of planing my paretns retirment party.  I'm feeling a little Like it's an uphill climb, but I'm also feeling very organized and prepared.   Step one is complete: We have a location, date and time.  The chapel is reserved.  That simple fact has solved so many of my concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feburary 26th from 7-9 pm.  IT IS ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so grateful List...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The wet snow... it's easy to scrap off...&lt;br /&gt;2) My big red boots, they keep my pants dry!!!&lt;br /&gt;3) Shoe designers that put about an inch heel on my super cute boots.&lt;br /&gt;4) MY SILVER EARING/ miracles.  I found my lost earring!&lt;br /&gt;5) clear band Aids.  I love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-2975730654097948695?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/2975730654097948695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=2975730654097948695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2975730654097948695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2975730654097948695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/01/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-222302532872013097</id><published>2010-01-20T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T07:53:50.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News.</title><content type='html'>So my news isn't as big as Other peoples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm having Surgery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mind&lt;/span&gt; you... I have never been in a hospital and never want to be in one.  Medical stuff freaks me out big time.   I'm getting my tonsils out, and Having my sinus's done... what ever they do to sinus's.  It's about a 3 day hospital stay and 10 day recovery.  I'M FREAKING OUT INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; else and start crying again, let me complete my Gratitude list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sparkly lip stuff.  It tastes good.&lt;br /&gt;2) Green, I look good in it.&lt;br /&gt;3) Tanning beds, Gets rid of my stress in a natural way.&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt; oranges.&lt;br /&gt;5) Body spray.  I'd stink if we didn't have it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obviously not very happy, I'll go before my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;poison&lt;/span&gt; spills out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-222302532872013097?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/222302532872013097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=222302532872013097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/222302532872013097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/222302532872013097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/01/news.html' title='News.'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-2848631948826922662</id><published>2010-01-19T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:25:15.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_16dDHNI/AAAAAAAAAwA/j42ytaAMGQ4/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428526227554245842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_16dDHNI/AAAAAAAAAwA/j42ytaAMGQ4/s320/Christmas+2009+510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some Pictures of our work breakfast.  My team... basically my second family...  I am serious about loving this camera... where has it been my whole life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_1QCEHDI/AAAAAAAAAv4/DJBt-PCIF2c/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428526216166775858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_1QCEHDI/AAAAAAAAAv4/DJBt-PCIF2c/s320/Christmas+2009+509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_05U9AOI/AAAAAAAAAvw/TKhFBCUUaFU/s1600-h/lately+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428526210071986402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_05U9AOI/AAAAAAAAAvw/TKhFBCUUaFU/s320/lately+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So This weekend was full of Fun times... Yet again. Life is so great.  This would be 2 of my buddies playing boy band... We laugh so dang much and then end up on Mal's bed laughing some more.  We always end up doing something crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_0R8Q0UI/AAAAAAAAAvo/XQ4Zf8MYjlQ/s1600-h/lately+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428526199499444546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_0R8Q0UI/AAAAAAAAAvo/XQ4Zf8MYjlQ/s320/lately+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Boy David  came for a night this weekend.  I let him drive my car... He did great! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_zwpsEsI/AAAAAAAAAvg/m0qa6iewPfI/s1600-h/lately+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428526190563168962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_zwpsEsI/AAAAAAAAAvg/m0qa6iewPfI/s320/lately+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we saw Brigg at a wrestling thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_DxFbcuI/AAAAAAAAAvY/RDqFDJs4otU/s1600-h/lately+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428525366045799138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_DxFbcuI/AAAAAAAAAvY/RDqFDJs4otU/s320/lately+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Dash Board Confessionals concert we went back to my place and played games, danced, laughed more... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_DZXj-UI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1u2dr_BWMD4/s1600-h/lately+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428525359679404354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_DZXj-UI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1u2dr_BWMD4/s320/lately+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We traveled from a far to see Brigg at his tournament.  I AM SO GLAD THESE WARRIORS are in my FOREVER family.  Such examples to me.   Side note:  I was feeling very emotional feelings about having David close by.  I didn't realize how much I missed having Becky's Kids so close.  I wanted to hug him non stop (I didn't do it) but I'm so grateful I get to spend Auntie time with him.  I'm not sure he knows just how Deep the love for him is, so I'm excited to be able to show him... he is Cherished in ways he doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to go to the JAZZ game... You may have heard about it... it was one of the most awesome games I've ever ever been too!!! That would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shaq&lt;/span&gt; on the floor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chill'n&lt;/span&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_C5Z2KnI/AAAAAAAAAvI/_FO1qGzFvkQ/s1600-h/lately+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428525351099050610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_C5Z2KnI/AAAAAAAAAvI/_FO1qGzFvkQ/s320/lately+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_CdL3bcI/AAAAAAAAAvA/wN48NQ3hcJc/s1600-h/lately+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428525343524220354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_CdL3bcI/AAAAAAAAAvA/wN48NQ3hcJc/s320/lately+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BY a 3 point shot at .01 seconds left... HOLY AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK there are many more pictures... If you look on face book I've added some there too.  Long story short I need a weekend to recover from the weekend... It's a great problem to have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now time for Grateful list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  I am so grateful for... my feather pillow top bed.  It's actually my sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ceri's&lt;/span&gt;.  I LOVE IT. I am so so grateful for it.  So grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)   Fresh Pineapple! Yum.  I love the juicy ones that squirt out every where when you bite it... I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; pretty much universal.  MY sister Teri is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;allergic&lt;/span&gt; to fresh fruit, I feel for her, I'm pretty sure there isn't much better in life then Fresh fruit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Dishwasher Soap.  this week we ran out of it... It was my fault, my turn to replace it and just kept forgetting... WELL... I washed all the dishes By hand... The whole all of our dishes...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WOWWY&lt;/span&gt;.  I enjoyed it, I was in one of those rare and random "dish washing" moods... MY roommate was baking, I love it.  I do dishes she bakes and we turn up the music.  This day we listened to "go put your record on, play me your favorite song..." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;repeatedly&lt;/span&gt; for HOURS.  One of the best days ever.  PS.  I didn't even eat the treats she made, I just like the smells and the fun singing and talking... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  I love that I heart hand outs when I teach Relief Society.  This weeks is... "Don't be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dum&lt;/span&gt; (sucker)   prepare for the future though work and Learning, It will be a  (life saver) in though times. "   I'm teaching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Uchtdorf's&lt;/span&gt; talk " principles for any economy.   CUTE.  Also I had a seminary teacher that always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; a quote box... each lesson she taught she had cut out quotes from the lesson so we couple have paste in quotes.  I have adopted this and am so GLAD I had her as a teacher.  I think it adds so much to the lesson for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; to be able to take it with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Neosporin&lt;/span&gt;.  Just plan old fashion gunk.  I grabbed the stuff to go this morning and I HATE IT.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; a big Runny mess all over my hand... Whats wring with a tube?  Are we really getting that lazy?  PS.  finger nail update... it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;for sure&lt;/span&gt; coming off... TEAR.  I soon will be a 9 nailed freak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-2848631948826922662?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/2848631948826922662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=2848631948826922662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2848631948826922662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2848631948826922662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-here-are-some-pictures-of-our-work.html' title=''/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S1X_16dDHNI/AAAAAAAAAwA/j42ytaAMGQ4/s72-c/Christmas+2009+510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-8300375556239882418</id><published>2010-01-14T09:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:56:53.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission letters</title><content type='html'>I am doing so good at doing this every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not grumpy today, I'm actually happy and excited... Why? Well... Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I'm happy about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Yummy Apple Juice.  If your my sister Lyn you better not drink it... :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "Special jobs"  I was asked to be one of 2 employees that are getting sent to Hill air Force base for special federal job search qualifications and training.  I will be responsible for training my office.  Might seem small to you, however, it's big to me.  It means my Regional Director thinks I can hang... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NeWS&lt;/span&gt; TO RANDY, I can hang, and I'm going to be the best federal trainer there is. Period.&lt;br /&gt;3) Rolling Ink pens.  The like gel one's that write so pretty and roll with great ease.&lt;br /&gt;4) Funny twin things.  My sister found shirts that say "I was planned but my brother wasn't"  I laugh all the time over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Drum roll please...   MISSIONARY LETTERS.  I LOVE THEM.  I'm talking about writing them.  I love writing my Elders letters.  I get so excited knowing that letter is going to make their days.  I'm so STOKED to get them in the mail Knowing the next little hands that open that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;envelope&lt;/span&gt; our my Boys.  Can't get over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-8300375556239882418?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/8300375556239882418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=8300375556239882418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8300375556239882418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8300375556239882418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/01/mission-letters.html' title='Mission letters'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-5980800313258463461</id><published>2010-01-13T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:58:20.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any one out there...</title><content type='html'>So I'm grumpy today... that means i have to come up with 10 grateful items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) band aids... my nasty nail has started bleeding.  Purple thick blood cause it has stored under my nail for so long... GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;2) the button on my desk that my last super gave me "I am the future of America. Be afraid. Be very Afraid"  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; that she thought I was awesome... Confidence boost.&lt;br /&gt;3) Text messaging.  My roommate and I had a room full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; over last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt; and were able to carry on a whole conversation with out any one really knowing what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;4) Color printers... I have saved tons by printing off pictures in place of actually buying them at the store.&lt;br /&gt;5) My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; language.  I can do things... Awesome things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of it.&lt;br /&gt;6) Christmas cards.  I still have them on my desk.  Little bundles of love.&lt;br /&gt;7) Pandora and ear phones.  I tune out and just grove &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of the day (when I'm not with a customer or working info desk).&lt;br /&gt;8) business cards, IT really sucks to have to write out all your info.  I ran out this week so I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; grateful.&lt;br /&gt;9) Good hair straighting stuff. (makes all the difference)&lt;br /&gt;10) my blue eyes.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;, i know... But I LOVE them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-5980800313258463461?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/5980800313258463461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=5980800313258463461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5980800313258463461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5980800313258463461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/01/any-one-out-there.html' title='Any one out there...'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-5040624709581412245</id><published>2010-01-12T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:43:41.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticking to it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zNgY9OqpI/AAAAAAAAAuo/gueV-CR_Els/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425937607413377682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zNgY9OqpI/AAAAAAAAAuo/gueV-CR_Els/s320/Christmas+2009+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zNf1YaHPI/AAAAAAAAAug/nBtJwcSIz5s/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425937597863697650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zNf1YaHPI/AAAAAAAAAug/nBtJwcSIz5s/s320/Christmas+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MOM and her sewing room! (Thats my qupte in the back there... "everything is difficult until it becomes easy" Lifes theme no?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flowers in yard back home... This is christmas break Mind you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More plants back home in CAli. and my buddy Jack (who is a recent fav).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zNe_MqVyI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AdrOaV5qZd8/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425937583318914850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zNe_MqVyI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AdrOaV5qZd8/s320/Christmas+2009+504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zNgxnN7RI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Ki1tIR3KSwY/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425937614031940882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zNgxnN7RI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Ki1tIR3KSwY/s320/Christmas+2009+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracie and Jake at the Family Party- Look at that girls Hair!!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zM8jo_9cI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Bxk-ciG257k/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425936991806027202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zM8jo_9cI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Bxk-ciG257k/s320/Christmas+2009+503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake is so happy! (And Sky is so dang cute with him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zM8CcD1vI/AAAAAAAAAuA/-WukqfHQTog/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425936982893385458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zM8CcD1vI/AAAAAAAAAuA/-WukqfHQTog/s320/Christmas+2009+499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long lost cousins! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zM7-XgsLI/AAAAAAAAAt4/iQ6BBXKRSxw/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425936981800562866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zM7-XgsLI/AAAAAAAAAt4/iQ6BBXKRSxw/s320/Christmas+2009+494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl and Gracie girl... Of course we are eating! and in Josh's Hoodie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zM7Ry_5hI/AAAAAAAAAtw/aTTXXkln5HU/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425936969836258834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zM7Ry_5hI/AAAAAAAAAtw/aTTXXkln5HU/s320/Christmas+2009+491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;David and Aunt Cheryl Look at that hottie! David is AWeSOME. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zM68fWSwI/AAAAAAAAAto/84_L2-mPe84/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425936964116695810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zM68fWSwI/AAAAAAAAAto/84_L2-mPe84/s320/Christmas+2009+487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malorie and only the best Chicken in the state of Utah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zMO6DC7VI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Iioa0efKs8I/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425936207546871122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zMO6DC7VI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Iioa0efKs8I/s320/Christmas+2009+449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zMOeijTVI/AAAAAAAAAtY/UJxJUyT5jOU/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425936200162823506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zMOeijTVI/AAAAAAAAAtY/UJxJUyT5jOU/s320/Christmas+2009+442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVITAR!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zMN8Idx1I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/VfZMC6HcOj8/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425936190926604114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zMN8Idx1I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/VfZMC6HcOj8/s320/Christmas+2009+389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning after New Years! Chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zMNmFIQnI/AAAAAAAAAtI/F0Gw7pj1iJs/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425936185007030898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zMNmFIQnI/AAAAAAAAAtI/F0Gw7pj1iJs/s320/Christmas+2009+383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't help but post this one! This is my girl Shelli at about 3 am on new years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zMNIe5V_I/AAAAAAAAAtA/FMQj6gzcJ6Q/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425936177062041586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zMNIe5V_I/AAAAAAAAAtA/FMQj6gzcJ6Q/s320/Christmas+2009+340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New years Dance! PARTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my sister on New years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zLfwJ716I/AAAAAAAAAsw/xcB2PEo2fw8/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425935397437560738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zLfwJ716I/AAAAAAAAAsw/xcB2PEo2fw8/s320/Christmas+2009+315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Snowing, ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zLfUtRUBI/AAAAAAAAAso/OM4wv3U6lg8/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425935390069575698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zLfUtRUBI/AAAAAAAAAso/OM4wv3U6lg8/s320/Christmas+2009+286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls on New years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zLfAayD2I/AAAAAAAAAsg/Oj179JK8GOY/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425935384623320930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zLfAayD2I/AAAAAAAAAsg/Oj179JK8GOY/s320/Christmas+2009+325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air Port In bakersfeild... The only way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zLelgTDQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/9WmIsDceZzI/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425935377398697218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zLelgTDQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/9WmIsDceZzI/s320/Christmas+2009+281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Break in Cali... Ready for church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zKodBvAiI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/3iFr0RfBLwg/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425934447410086434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zKodBvAiI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/3iFr0RfBLwg/s320/Christmas+2009+266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amanda and Cheryl... BFF's since kindergarden!!! We actually Came out with the same out fit on down tot he same earrings... Yeah it's true. It was like that in the past and we are still conectted at the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zKnznzYoI/AAAAAAAAAsI/q6DATFs2P6w/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425934436295467650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zKnznzYoI/AAAAAAAAAsI/q6DATFs2P6w/s320/Christmas+2009+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Brett!!! SO dang Cute! Yes thats me with No make up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zKnasmCjI/AAAAAAAAAsA/YPae3FPvPEo/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425934429604678194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zKnasmCjI/AAAAAAAAAsA/YPae3FPvPEo/s320/Christmas+2009+219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and His oranges... I think this is a GReaT Picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zKm71t6GI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Ps2V8wkI1jU/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425934421321443426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zKm71t6GI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Ps2V8wkI1jU/s320/Christmas+2009+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the Kids and the Garden... with grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zKmIENMlI/AAAAAAAAArw/cmWbk664MkM/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425934407423570514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zKmIENMlI/AAAAAAAAArw/cmWbk664MkM/s320/Christmas+2009+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See I'm working really hard at being "grateful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I'm grateful for... Bobby Pins! can you imagine life with out them? We would all look poligamist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Quarters. Good idea. can you imagine the line for soda machines if we had to use pennies... oh dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Post it's. I have them all over my desk with dr's apt's and random things on them. Every week I "weed them out" and realize I probably use far too many... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Stickers... just little spouts of joy randomly placed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Sweater/ shirts. Cozy and comfy. Perfect for a 10 degree morning... Burrr... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-5040624709581412245?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/5040624709581412245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=5040624709581412245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5040624709581412245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5040624709581412245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/01/sticking-to-it.html' title='Sticking to it!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/S0zNgY9OqpI/AAAAAAAAAuo/gueV-CR_Els/s72-c/Christmas+2009+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-6383641305603599012</id><published>2010-01-11T07:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:20:40.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new goal..</title><content type='html'>obviously I'm not good at blogging, so I've decided to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incorprate&lt;/span&gt; my new goals into my blog... Hopefully my goals last longer than last years.  I've made this a gratitude Blog.  Let me explain, in High School I found that life could be really hard, So I started writing 5 things (not primary answers) that I was really grateful for.  It worked and most of the time put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perspestive&lt;/span&gt; for me.  I am not struggling, and I'm actually really happy right now, But it's fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lets start off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  I am so grateful for my new tooth brush.  It's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;electric&lt;/span&gt; and I love it!  I look forward to brushing my teeth now, I have my purple tooth brush and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sparkly&lt;/span&gt; purple paste... OH the Joy!&lt;br /&gt;2)  silver ear rings/ ring.  I got them from a co worker/ friend and they are from Mexico.  I was talking to my brother over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; about his mission and he was talking about a city where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; is literally Silver.  I smiled to my self, Yes I have ear rings from that little tiny city in Mexico and every morning I think of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; I love and adore.&lt;br /&gt;3)  I love love my little car.  It came with a 10 inch sub &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wolfer&lt;/span&gt;, and I didn't know it at the time but blasting the music in my little car is a dream.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;4)  HOT Coco!  I single &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;handily&lt;/span&gt; keep this industry in business.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; it and literally couldn't live with out it.&lt;br /&gt;5)  Liquid eye liner.  I didn't find this stuff till this year and I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so quick recap:  Christ mas was Perfect this year.  I stayed the night in LA on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; eve after my plane was delayed from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt;.  I ended up meeting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;girl t&lt;/span&gt;hat was 33 lived in my parents ward in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bakersfield&lt;/span&gt; who was delayed too.  We stayed in Executive Suits in the Winston Hotel down town LA.  It was beautiful, I got all our food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;comp'ed&lt;/span&gt; and life was good.  I flew into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bak's&lt;/span&gt; and went to the ranch with my Dad where my mom, Troy Amy, and their kids were.  It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; the perfect setting, perfect kids, perfect food, and awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;company&lt;/span&gt;.  Very chill. &lt;br /&gt;  The ranch was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;highlights&lt;/span&gt;: the deer getting so close we hit them with snow balls- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; right my brother in the stake High council hitting deer with snow balls, he's still a Butler. &lt;br /&gt;      I got to hang out with my parents back at the house.  They are moving In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;feb&lt;/span&gt; and it was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; to see the house so empty.  I am grateful I'm in the position to go home and have one on one time with my parents as much as i have been able to have.  My mom got list int he mall for an hour the day i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to fly out of Bakersfield to come back home to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt;.  I didn't even get mad, I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; but thought in my head that one day I'd be at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; funeral upset I didn't express my self differently.  I was very proud of my restraint and actually hugged my mom telling her I adored her.  I really do and don't want to think about losing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then New years... So awesome!!! IT was perfect as well.  I sent the day watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;grey's&lt;/span&gt; and eating seven layer dip with my roomy and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; then we went to my sisters and played games- party! Really, and then off to the dance.  The night ended at an early 5 am and all of us snoring.  then the rest of the weekend went so great also.  I love that since I have decided to be 100% blessings have followed, and my little heart has been taken care of.  I should have known that would have happened. &lt;br /&gt;  the week after New years I spent throwing up sick and in bed.  Yucky.  However I am on top of the world now... Feeling great.   I went visiting teaching and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; learning so much from one of my girls.  I  had a really hard time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to see her, we are extreme &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;sides of the spectrum&lt;/span&gt;, however slowly it's getting great between us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also good news: I have a really close freind shout out lins- who is having twin BOYS and my sister is having twins (girl and Boy)... AWESOME.  What blessing those spirits already are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-6383641305603599012?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/6383641305603599012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=6383641305603599012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/6383641305603599012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/6383641305603599012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-goal.html' title='My new goal..'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-6450595592018613864</id><published>2009-12-16T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:47:14.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Cut Off...</title><content type='html'>SO this year has come and Gone hasn't it?  As I think back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the year, living in Provo, under the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; rules with a roommate who swore she was not "fornicating" then finding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pr ego&lt;/span&gt; tests in the bathroom (I really don't care what the heck she's doing but don't leave something you pee'd on in my bathroom) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eeewwww&lt;/span&gt;...  To now living in Ogden, working with a completely different job, in a Totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; office.  Oh how life has it's challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was asked by my co-worker what my new year resolutions were last week.  I must admit that totally caught me off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;guard&lt;/span&gt;.  Totally.  I didn't even think of resolutions.  He stated to me he wanted to get married and then winked... I turned around and Barfed in my mouth... The HECK, gross.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;However&lt;/span&gt;, Thanks to you for turning me to complete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;contemplation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lets focus on the Blessings of this yr first:&lt;br /&gt;1)  I'm alive.  I made it another yr!&lt;br /&gt;2)  I watched 2 of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HERO's&lt;/span&gt; go on missions (Ecuador and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/span&gt;, how does life get better) &lt;br /&gt;3)  Although, a very serious condition (seizures), my sweet perfect nephew has not had one since he started his new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;med's&lt;/span&gt; and now is moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;4)  I have spent Seriously quality time with long lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; that I had lost contact with for Years.  I have been reminded by those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; of who my real self is, and what it is I stand for... shout out to Erika, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Amandita&lt;/span&gt; (all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;freinds&lt;/span&gt; since at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt; goes back to before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;5)  I have dated, and had so much fun, and have made my mind to look to getting married.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Decision&lt;/span&gt; is the first step.&lt;br /&gt;6)  I have seen Miracles, mostly of my own heart, changing and softening.  I started "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Therapy&lt;/span&gt;" and have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;benefited&lt;/span&gt; from a whole different perspective in life. &lt;br /&gt;7)  I have started the process for grad school (talked to Law schools, and looked further into grad schools)  and started applications.&lt;br /&gt;8)  I have traveled for the first time for work and work has paid for it... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; like what I had in my head of a true grown up job... like I'm a grown up!)&lt;br /&gt;9)  I have found Coconut oil!!!  No wrinkles in my face!!! I love it!  I frequently get told I look between 20-23. &lt;br /&gt;10)  I found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;HCG&lt;/span&gt; diet and stuck to it (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so not as much and I would have liked too, however I  think even one day of success is something to brag about)&lt;br /&gt;11)  I have a nephew at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; and a Niece in College in Arizona.  (seriously where does the time go). &lt;br /&gt;12)  I went to my 10 Year high school reunion.  Although I was very hesitant I went and I MASTERED it.  I was scared to death of facing everyone.  The best part was I walked away happy at what I've done, and where I am with my life.  I am an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; awesome person... How's that for cool?&lt;br /&gt;13)  I sat in the temple with my sweet nephew... Who thought that day would ever come?  He is so much better than I ever have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all I can think of now... the list goes on Forever though.  Lots to ponder and lots to look forward to.  Here's to a Fabulous rest of 2009 and a Kick a@@ 2010.  This is my year so get ready for it everyone!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS the fun Christmas festivities are in the next post, be ready ya'll are going to love what I've been doing to celebrate)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-6450595592018613864?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/6450595592018613864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=6450595592018613864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/6450595592018613864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/6450595592018613864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/12/head-cut-off.html' title='Head Cut Off...'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-853612862393483300</id><published>2009-12-10T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:53:46.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>**I need to update everyone on life, However this is just a funny thing i saw and in reality is much like a day in the life at work!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are 10 real-life mistakes that illustrate what not to do when you sit down for your next interview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Candidate answered cell phone and asked the interviewer to leave her own office because it was a "private" conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Applicant told the interviewer he wouldn't be able to stay with the job long because he thought he might get an inheritance if his uncle died -- and his uncle wasn't "looking too good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The job seeker asked the interviewer for a ride home after the interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The applicant smelled his armpits on the way to the interview room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Candidate said she could not provide a writing sample because all of her writing had been for the CIA and it was "classified."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Candidate told the interviewer he was fired for beating up his last boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When the applicant was offered food before the interview, he declined saying he didn't want to line his stomach with grease before going out drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. An applicant said she was a "people person" not a "numbers person"  in her interview for an accounting position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. During a phone interview the candidate flushed the toilet while talking to hiring manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The applicant took out a hairbrush and brushed her hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-853612862393483300?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/853612862393483300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=853612862393483300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/853612862393483300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/853612862393483300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/12/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-5139712542819769577</id><published>2009-11-24T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:21:25.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwwGT0F613I/AAAAAAAAAqk/terSIp-I4Xo/s1600/Jason2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407704190035875698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwwGT0F613I/AAAAAAAAAqk/terSIp-I4Xo/s320/Jason2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Letters From Ecuador... If you have served a mission you remember feeling these feelings...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Actually&lt;/span&gt; Jason letter)&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwwGTjFHZXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/M6cEL-wWX6o/s1600/jason.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407704185469101426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwwGTjFHZXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/M6cEL-wWX6o/s320/jason.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;hey my dearest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Theres&lt;/span&gt; moments here that i feel like i just want to go back home and do nothing, and then its like my ADD gets super insane and suddenly its been a week and i don´t know what happened to my time! I´m all over the place here, its crazy. My problem is that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have a middle, i´m either really happy or crazy sad. My companion is being driven up the wall probably, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doenst&lt;/span&gt; matter he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jsut&lt;/span&gt; got made district leader so now i get to do splits all the time!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt; is hard but it really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; scare me much anymore, they know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; a gringo and can deal with it. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lvoe&lt;/span&gt; you my dearest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; and can´t wait to see you again! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lvoe&lt;/span&gt; your missionary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Elder (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shelton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;What a special Angel!!! This kid is my joy.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sneaks&lt;/span&gt; his Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Aunt&lt;/span&gt; Letters (I'm sure they are approved) and I love that we get to communicate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;intimately&lt;/span&gt; (i feel like I'm sitting on his bed once a week and squeezing his little hand)  how I love him...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;OTHER GOOD NEWS.  My sister on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night was frightened by what seemed to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;miscarriage&lt;/span&gt;.  I talked to her, and I'm not sure the world knows this, but she put the matter in the Lords hands.  Off she went to the doctor on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;WOWWY&lt;/span&gt; TWINS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; just one, But 2!!!  Happy, doesn't describe. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;thrilled&lt;/span&gt;? not even close!  ELATED!  Beyond &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Elated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Also, service auction at Church, my authentic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; Dinner when for 45$.  HOLY HOLY HOLY.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a good life...   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-5139712542819769577?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/5139712542819769577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=5139712542819769577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5139712542819769577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5139712542819769577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-heart.html' title='Happy Heart.'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwwGT0F613I/AAAAAAAAAqk/terSIp-I4Xo/s72-c/Jason2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-2268106109036444192</id><published>2009-11-18T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:56:42.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More for Dear Virgy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRsXrv2SlI/AAAAAAAAAqU/1h3-NEh2s0U/s1600/erika1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405564606887643730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRsXrv2SlI/AAAAAAAAAqU/1h3-NEh2s0U/s320/erika1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRsXcaSr4I/AAAAAAAAAqM/6eKF-g-EyZQ/s1600/Erika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405564602770698114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRsXcaSr4I/AAAAAAAAAqM/6eKF-g-EyZQ/s320/Erika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Read the Prior Blog Before this one... it's a cont.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend from High school, ERIKA. We see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other &lt;/span&gt;some times more than other times... here are some of our pictures. Her kids are breath &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;takingly&lt;/span&gt; beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was able to Go watch Hayden play foot ball, I couldn't find his pictures they are some where... I did find this pic of Gracie at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haydens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gAme&lt;/span&gt;. It was cold, (red nose) and dang she is so cute... SO CUTE. She has got me wrapped around her little finger. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRko2WxvwI/AAAAAAAAAqE/BBIALnOMH7A/s1600/Gracie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405556105700032258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRko2WxvwI/AAAAAAAAAqE/BBIALnOMH7A/s320/Gracie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halloween!!! I looked awesome! my roommates and I had a party. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Earlier&lt;/span&gt; that day was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt;, my Nephew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt; had some issues so by the time of the party I was in need of an escape. if I wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mormon&lt;/span&gt; I would have DRUNK, however, i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mormon&lt;/span&gt;, and a good one... so I had 4 red bulls and a red bull shot. HOLY COW. It was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRkofnx6XI/AAAAAAAAAp8/PYcIro_EUkE/s1600/hollow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405556099597330802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRkofnx6XI/AAAAAAAAAp8/PYcIro_EUkE/s320/hollow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know if I'd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it, HOWEVER, I danced the night away. In Utah people are very reserved and a little judgmental (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; judgemental) so the red Bull gave me the extra courage... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; These are my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Roomies&lt;/span&gt;, CUTE girls. We had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRkn5sV-3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/jYLRLX1yAZY/s1600/hallo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405556089415924594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRkn5sV-3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/jYLRLX1yAZY/s320/hallo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRkXNPRT9I/AAAAAAAAApc/iMdBLNtA6bs/s1600/earrings.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405555802604916690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRkXNPRT9I/AAAAAAAAApc/iMdBLNtA6bs/s320/earrings.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new Earrings!  We heart Brigham City's Peach Days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRkW0O8F_I/AAAAAAAAApU/gTXLUKNG4cg/s1600/12147_180881641380_635261380_3053040_5700367_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405555795892639730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRkW0O8F_I/AAAAAAAAApU/gTXLUKNG4cg/s320/12147_180881641380_635261380_3053040_5700367_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died my eye brows on a cold Winter snowy day... things get wild when there's nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;(All my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; shopping is already done and wrapped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRkWpX6sNI/AAAAAAAAApM/BCcxhZ4e2GE/s1600/fries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405555792977506514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRkWpX6sNI/AAAAAAAAApM/BCcxhZ4e2GE/s320/fries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holly and i enjoyed my favorite food at 3 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; really all for now... Love ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-2268106109036444192?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/2268106109036444192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=2268106109036444192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2268106109036444192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2268106109036444192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-for-dear-virgy.html' title='More for Dear Virgy!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRsXrv2SlI/AAAAAAAAAqU/1h3-NEh2s0U/s72-c/erika1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-7267747540560541232</id><published>2009-11-18T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:08:36.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This One is FOR VIRG!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Virg&lt;/span&gt; and i were talking, very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pleasantly&lt;/span&gt; on a cold winter snowy day, and she mentioned (chewed on my BUTT) for having not blogged... Let me tell you... when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Virg&lt;/span&gt; Chews, I listen!!! (I heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;virg&lt;/span&gt; and she knows it) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRb3Ui9lWI/AAAAAAAAApE/YxUIHmpE19M/s1600/Josh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405546458717721954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRb3Ui9lWI/AAAAAAAAApE/YxUIHmpE19M/s320/Josh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So what we have in Very Very Random order is the last MONTHS of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRb3BxuW9I/AAAAAAAAAo8/mZEcvIJNZRs/s1600/josh+call.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405546453679365074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRb3BxuW9I/AAAAAAAAAo8/mZEcvIJNZRs/s320/josh+call.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JOSHY&lt;/span&gt; Poo my Sweet Nephew Got his mission call!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BALTIMORE&lt;/span&gt; or BUST! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? I don't know why but this was such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;freaken&lt;/span&gt; surprise I couldn't believe it. I needed to go to Cali for My 10 YR high school reunion so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;recruited&lt;/span&gt; Mike, Teri, and Josh, we drove my car down and had a party! It was actually really fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh ended up going through the LA temple that weekend, which was awesome, so we drove in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; night, and drove to LA on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. Teri doesn't look good, She ended up having some serious medical Crap go down, so we'll excuse her very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;focused&lt;/span&gt; face. I LOVE LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRb27eG2VI/AAAAAAAAAo0/vy1If7bO4Bk/s1600/reunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405546451986471250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRb27eG2VI/AAAAAAAAAo0/vy1If7bO4Bk/s320/reunion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRb2gZCnNI/AAAAAAAAAos/zuVndurm0cU/s1600/Welcome+Home+Cheryl+B+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405546444717464786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRb2gZCnNI/AAAAAAAAAos/zuVndurm0cU/s320/Welcome+Home+Cheryl+B+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt; to another office just after my trip for a month. I helped train some new employees in an office about 45 min from my usual abode. The state paid for me to take the train, but BOY WAS I GLAD TO BE BACK TO MY OFFICE AFTER THAT MONTH!!! I can't say that enough times. My office &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Toilet&lt;/span&gt; papered my desk while I was gone. I didn't realize how close I had gotten to my new office family in such short time. I love these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRb2KLI7TI/AAAAAAAAAok/ztJZrmiFV3s/s1600/work+team.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405546438753578290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRb2KLI7TI/AAAAAAAAAok/ztJZrmiFV3s/s320/work+team.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had to take pictures for the regional director and of course I grinned it up. (I sit next to the camera guy so he basically let me have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;photo&lt;/span&gt; shoot... this is the best we got out of it.) I'm the one with the thumbs up back there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRbVCTxYFI/AAAAAAAAAoc/2AE_QSQ9HpM/s1600/Cheryl+Butler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405545869706616914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRbVCTxYFI/AAAAAAAAAoc/2AE_QSQ9HpM/s320/Cheryl+Butler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Long before my trip to Cali I had an awesome fun date!!! So fun. my friend Holly and I went out with these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hotties&lt;/span&gt;, seems like forever ago, but it was a party. I wanted to go to the Boys to Men Concert so dang bad... I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pandora'ed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; music all month before and we get there. SOLD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;FREAKEN&lt;/span&gt; OUT, are you kidding? Nope they aren't kidding. We danced out side the gate... So fun. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRbU1_gckI/AAAAAAAAAoU/xGLeRd8vq2M/s1600/boys+to+men.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405545866400395842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRbU1_gckI/AAAAAAAAAoU/xGLeRd8vq2M/s320/boys+to+men.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Guy... HOT. He doesn't love me. Which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with me so no sad faces. (looks aren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; folks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRbUqgE5vI/AAAAAAAAAoM/-6JP9PPsOsM/s1600/boy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405545863315777266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRbUqgE5vI/AAAAAAAAAoM/-6JP9PPsOsM/s320/boy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my friend Holly, we went on the date, but we also work in the same office. my buddy let her join in on the Photo shoot. I'm telling you, It's a party in Ogden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRbUO7bBoI/AAAAAAAAAoE/raRD4jt9duc/s1600/Cheryl+and+Holly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405545855914280578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRbUO7bBoI/AAAAAAAAAoE/raRD4jt9duc/s320/Cheryl+and+Holly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt; paper, and my DANG cute red New jacket... LOVE it. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZ9IyY2xI/AAAAAAAAAn8/PRerQG8c-PU/s1600/cher{_wrk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405544359617157906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZ9IyY2xI/AAAAAAAAAn8/PRerQG8c-PU/s320/cher%7B_wrk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;confiscating&lt;/span&gt; the camera guys camera and before I knew it this was set out to my team at work... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;How'd&lt;/span&gt; that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZ8tXywvI/AAAAAAAAAn0/g-PsDXzS8Jc/s1600/cher2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405544352257852146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZ8tXywvI/AAAAAAAAAn0/g-PsDXzS8Jc/s320/cher2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Nephew had a birthday, with him leaving on his mission I felt like I needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;autny&lt;/span&gt; time... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZ8PxGc-I/AAAAAAAAAns/hj_E3pP80wA/s1600/birthday2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405544344310936546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZ8PxGc-I/AAAAAAAAAns/hj_E3pP80wA/s320/birthday2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bowling we went (of course his buddy had to go... (rolled eyes) ) When we went tot he alley the nasty bowling guy was hitting on His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; hard core, so my nephew and I decided we were going to switch up his sign as revenge. The sign use to say "join us for x-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;treme&lt;/span&gt; bowling Fri &amp;amp; sat" it took me a while but I came up with this change to the sign... YES I did do that, I am 28 yrs old and changing a sign is not below me. I'll admit it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy was nasty. As we were walking out me and my 19 yr old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;accomplices&lt;/span&gt; were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;giggleing&lt;/span&gt; and nasty old guy winked at me and said "come back" and I was like... You bet ya, it was league night, I wonder how long it took before they noticed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZ72nOZUI/AAAAAAAAAnk/GPXwwEBRSjs/s1600/Birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405544337558627650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZ72nOZUI/AAAAAAAAAnk/GPXwwEBRSjs/s320/Birthday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Haydens&lt;/span&gt; football game, I have pictures of Hayden playing some where I couldn't find them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my Baby nephew driving us back to Utah. I had a "dang" moment... First of all, when did he get old enough to drive, 2 of all when did he start driving MY car, 3 of all, mission call? What? 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of all, he was included to an adults only trip to Cali? 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of all, Endowed? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;WHAAATTT&lt;/span&gt;? 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of all DRIVING US BACK TO UTAH? Hold up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZgXus75I/AAAAAAAAAnM/h0sDcDJGb_g/s1600/Joshy+driven.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405543865412022162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZgXus75I/AAAAAAAAAnM/h0sDcDJGb_g/s320/Joshy+driven.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; IN CASE YOU FORGOT WHAT I LOOK LIKE WITH A MENU IN HAND. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZVMIpBMI/AAAAAAAAAm8/FIbTRwNuTR0/s1600/cher-applebako.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405543673321030850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZVMIpBMI/AAAAAAAAAm8/FIbTRwNuTR0/s320/cher-applebako.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;kindergartens&lt;/span&gt; KIDS. Yeah she has 2 of them... NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZUjyRgcI/AAAAAAAAAm0/-ZYJuqgVlv0/s1600/Kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405543662489797058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZUjyRgcI/AAAAAAAAAm0/-ZYJuqgVlv0/s320/Kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look bratty and she'd agree with you, I think they are dang cute. AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; much cuter than my pale red headed kids will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZT6g5ttI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KBfV4HBaNd8/s1600/amanda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405543651411080914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZT6g5ttI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KBfV4HBaNd8/s320/amanda.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her! My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Amandita&lt;/span&gt;. So many story's with this girl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Truly&lt;/span&gt; friends for ever. Her mom gave me My first beans and Rice. (Like real beans and real rice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZUVeY9CI/AAAAAAAAAms/ZfjsG2F0FvE/s1600/Kids2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405543658648302626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRZUVeY9CI/AAAAAAAAAms/ZfjsG2F0FvE/s320/Kids2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just busy busy, there is more to come... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-7267747540560541232?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/7267747540560541232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=7267747540560541232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/7267747540560541232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/7267747540560541232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-one-is-for-virg.html' title='This One is FOR VIRG!!!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SwRb3Ui9lWI/AAAAAAAAApE/YxUIHmpE19M/s72-c/Josh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-2291586168317218261</id><published>2009-09-05T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:58:10.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UP DATES and LOL's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SqLm6EKrM0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/2zMzmSiFAJo/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378114790259110722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SqLm6EKrM0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/2zMzmSiFAJo/s200/baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hey Look, I'm an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AUNTY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;Brett &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bootla&lt;/span&gt; was born to Troy and Amy on Aug 26&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the only picture my brother sent to me so I made it 8*10 size and posted it in my office (the display which is being demonstrated.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;em&gt;can't wait to get my lips and hands on the baby&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         My sister is HOT.  This is a kinda funny picture... Long story short, my nephew Joseph had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seizure&lt;/span&gt; and the EKG found seizure activity after the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seizure&lt;/span&gt; went down... SCARY.  So Joesph had an appointment for an MRI at Primary &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Children's&lt;/span&gt; Hospital.  I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recruited&lt;/span&gt; as the party activity committee &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SqLm5igWckI/AAAAAAAAAlc/NRU7cwTIJYM/s1600-h/ceri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378114781223219778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SqLm5igWckI/AAAAAAAAAlc/NRU7cwTIJYM/s200/ceri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and my main purpose this morning was to have so much fun  our little Joe wouldn't sleep in the car (so when they gave him is "kiddie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cocktail&lt;/span&gt;" he'd actually sleep).  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ceri&lt;/span&gt; is hot as always, and I am happy to say mission accomplished.  I took Gracie to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; Erika's house while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ceri&lt;/span&gt; and Joe did the testing. &lt;br /&gt;        Let me tell you, that is not something I ever want to see again.  My sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt; her baby to the hospital... on top of that she shaved his head the night before so he looked like a cancer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;.  YUCK.  The MRI came back A-OK and Little Joe is just more prone to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seizures&lt;/span&gt; than other kids, but we thanked our lucky stars (and Heavenly Father) realizing that day could have been a HUGE life changing day in our lives, and turned out Joesph is a super funny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;DRUNK&lt;/span&gt; (he's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;giggly&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This would be LEO, my latest Boy toy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... when I say toy I mean just that.  FUN. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378115611785392546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SqLnp4lzcaI/AAAAAAAAAl8/N-Wi4hCkpXk/s320/leo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Colombian&lt;/span&gt;, and Italian.  Columbia Native, AMAZING SPANISH (he talks and my heart melts),  Latin (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what we have in common) just like I like them.   &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378115600312398898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SqLnpN2bdDI/AAAAAAAAAl0/yj9croScP2Y/s320/Leo1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY Fiesta De &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CumpliAnos&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SqLm5JAl17I/AAAAAAAAAlU/xwLGt8U0FCw/s1600-h/Dallas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378114774379124658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SqLm5JAl17I/AAAAAAAAAlU/xwLGt8U0FCw/s200/Dallas2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SqLm6oq3gHI/AAAAAAAAAls/dXTQHq-qY4s/s1600-h/Dallas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378114800057811058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SqLm6oq3gHI/AAAAAAAAAls/dXTQHq-qY4s/s200/Dallas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How do you say awesome in Spanish? Oh yeah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dallas&lt;/span&gt;!  It turned out that my buddy Kirk, Dallas, Erika, me and Leo were the only party animals that night.   NONE the less, so so so fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the only pictures I have of the evening.  Dallas showed up in a shirt and tie, I was thinking... "Um have you ever been around &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hispanics&lt;/span&gt;? They are going to think your immigration and clear out of here"  Well, the whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; cleared out... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Joking- he actually did well, this is him singing some song in Spanish about making &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt;??  NO birthday present needed, just Dallas in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Karaoke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; singing in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  The second photo is him doing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt; dance???  I couldn't control my laughter.  He OWNED the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt; dance.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Special thanks to Erika!  She gave me my only birthday present of this year... Tommy girl perfume.  I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; past the body spray stage and on to perfume.  LOVE IT (mostly because it came from a dear friend who loves me.)   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Leo rocked the night too with his authentic Salsa moves, he totally scored because of them (I mean got made out with in the parking lot by the birthday girl)  Dang I sure have a sore spot for those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Latin&lt;/span&gt; guys.  &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/2041187403994656025-2291586168317218261?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/2291586168317218261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=2291586168317218261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2291586168317218261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/2291586168317218261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/09/up-dates-and-lols.html' title='UP DATES and LOL&apos;s!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SqLm6EKrM0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/2zMzmSiFAJo/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-5863325011066151990</id><published>2009-09-01T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:35:11.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to YOU!</title><content type='html'>It's funny how when some one saying something to you, I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;instinctively&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Belt&lt;/span&gt; out "you too" or "happy birthday to you too" I've been laughing at my self all day for it too. (NERD) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that there is one day a year that you get to hear from everyone one you love that they love you too. The best is that I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; that frequently hear me say "TE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AMO&lt;/span&gt;" and my nieces and nephews are indoctrinated by it from the second they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;conceived&lt;/span&gt;, but it's still just fun to hear it and have a special day for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been blessed with such good friends, really good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; that have been with me for years and years. I know that this is a rare find. Especially while I'm still so dependent on the help of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; being single in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;predominately&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; culture that really values marriage. Let me tell you, I am so incredibly grateful for those who are around me and know they are my special angels! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every one knows my friend Erika. We "grew up together" roughly used, she was in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lauralglen&lt;/span&gt; ward, and I in Panama. HOWEVER, she has been so good to me this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376559589247607362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Sp1gdc7S4kI/AAAAAAAAAlE/f2geTeeYTd4/s200/erika+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376559579415247026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Sp1gc4TE-LI/AAAAAAAAAk8/k6yX7wY9QZ8/s200/erika.jpg" border="0" /&gt; last year. Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;unbelievably&lt;/span&gt; good. I love that I can tell her what ever and she just laughs and tells me I'm retarded. No judgement and total love. I know that from her, and I'm grateful for that. ***We have current pictures of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hotness&lt;/span&gt; but ERIKA hasn't down loaded them yet (love ya) I'll post them when she does :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other really amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; Is the Power House &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LINS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Wintch&lt;/span&gt;, (oh yeah she married knowing her last name would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Wintch&lt;/span&gt;, the best part is that her maiden name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;JOLLEY&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;essentially&lt;/span&gt; it's Lindsey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jolley&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Wintch&lt;/span&gt;: it makes me happy every time I hear it) Well she blasted me with this email and let me tell you... My heart melts... I'll share: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;The Pictures are described in the following: Lins&lt;/span&gt; and Cher at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Lins&lt;/span&gt; Marathon, she's like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Olympic&lt;/span&gt; runner. Matt and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Lins&lt;/span&gt; some time, I love Matt too... he does stuff like: has a last name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Wintch&lt;/span&gt;, lets us take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; of his fogged up glasses, and always gives me a hello and good bye hug- no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;awkwardness&lt;/span&gt;, and he hooks me up with his friends (we'll forget they live in their parents garages). Of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Lins&lt;/span&gt; had to take a pic in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Wiener&lt;/span&gt; Mobile (OF COURSE) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Sp1QK9nEFVI/AAAAAAAAAks/bJA9kHa-oxo/s1600-h/lins.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376541679417562450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Sp1QK9nEFVI/AAAAAAAAAks/bJA9kHa-oxo/s200/lins.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Sp1QLT9pNII/AAAAAAAAAk0/LiXy_TsRVGo/s1600-h/wintch.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376541685417849986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Sp1QLT9pNII/AAAAAAAAAk0/LiXy_TsRVGo/s200/wintch.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376541571030105314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Sp1QEp1evOI/AAAAAAAAAkk/VtQOVzXFYmM/s200/cher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are just a few of the reasons why I love Cheryl (you):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you are honest&lt;br /&gt;2. you are honestly hilarious&lt;br /&gt;3. you speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;espanol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. you consider me your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;hermana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. we grew up together, even though we really didn't&lt;br /&gt;5. you know all the drama from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;efy&lt;/span&gt;- naturally we are now friends for life&lt;br /&gt;6. you are ambitious and smart!&lt;br /&gt;7. you are BEAUTIFUL!!&lt;br /&gt;8. you are a great auntie&lt;br /&gt;9. you are a fantastic friend&lt;br /&gt;10. you make me happy, you're fun to be around, and you are the life of the party&lt;br /&gt;11. you are self-less and are always thinking of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Cher-Bear! Have a great birthday week!&lt;br /&gt;your friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Linds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**HUGE compliments. There is no other joy in life but to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;sincerely&lt;/span&gt; loved by those who surround you** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mean to exclude anyone and I really am grateful for my friends. I think the most underestimated friends that I don't talk about enough are my Sisters. They Put up with such Crap from me and sometimes I think that just cause it's sisters they have too, but in all reality I'm am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;sosososo&lt;/span&gt; blessed that still answer the phone when I call. (I do realize with Call id they don't have too, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS Lindy I hope this really makes you feel bad for not answering when I know you were there!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short, I know I'm really lucky and Please know your LOVED! &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/2041187403994656025-5863325011066151990?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/5863325011066151990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=5863325011066151990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5863325011066151990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5863325011066151990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday to YOU!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Sp1gdc7S4kI/AAAAAAAAAlE/f2geTeeYTd4/s72-c/erika+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-4824676460030648299</id><published>2009-08-17T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:25:18.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, so this is Holly.  (I know, really I do have 2 close &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Holly&lt;/span&gt; and it's a trip! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SolmhkWtnAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/lHj_NKToZYg/s1600-h/cherholly3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370936757496683522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SolmhkWtnAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/lHj_NKToZYg/s200/cherholly3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SolmhOiJvsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/mut-62BqzeM/s1600-h/cherholly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370936751639084738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SolmhOiJvsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/mut-62BqzeM/s200/cherholly2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We like BOYS.  Actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all we talk about (kinda) is boys and getting married.  I hooked us up on Hot dates and we (holly and I ) ended up having the time of our lives... it was so fun!  We went to the county fair and one thing you gotta love about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HOlly&lt;/span&gt; is she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ALWAYs&lt;/span&gt; taking pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Solmg-fe44I/AAAAAAAAAkM/u55Il8r7Rtc/s1600-h/cher4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370936747332920194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Solmg-fe44I/AAAAAAAAAkM/u55Il8r7Rtc/s200/cher4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; cute... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; me... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; angel and double chin... but me none the less. The picture above, you can't see it but the goat was eating my hair... and I was screaming... it was really gross. REALLY gross. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Sat by the Cows, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SolmgZGfCZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/FlDui0Q2CwA/s1600-h/Cher,+holly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370936737295960466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SolmgZGfCZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/FlDui0Q2CwA/s200/Cher,+holly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was really really gross too... I had one flip flops and for some reason forgot what a fair was all about... GROSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Solmf5aONdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VsWL1aPVvZU/s1600-h/Toes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370936728788809170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Solmf5aONdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VsWL1aPVvZU/s200/Toes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my toes done for the date... Yep gel toes... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; they last 2 months (See I'm totally a nail girl... lol ) but they turned out so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-4824676460030648299?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/4824676460030648299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=4824676460030648299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4824676460030648299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4824676460030648299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-so-this-is-holly.html' title=''/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SolmhkWtnAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/lHj_NKToZYg/s72-c/cherholly3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-7115332154534042906</id><published>2009-08-17T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:11:19.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even more to come... But it's a start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SoleEiNH_ZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/i9X1mA8fOfE/s1600-h/fish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370927462610369938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SoleEiNH_ZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/i9X1mA8fOfE/s320/fish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took my nephews shopping!  David got shoes (really cool ones he's wearing in the pic), Tucker got 2 fishes (I don't know when I'm going to learn that they don't live)... as a matter of fact... the guy at pet smart looked at Tucker and would not sale us a fish... so we had to go to wall mart.  I was kinda mad at the pet smart guy, but then it just made me laugh.  You can see there was a bunch of candy purchased, I have learned in my many aunt yeaars that you can't forget the ones left at home, and Micah was so good! He let the day be about David which I thought waws really awesome of him.  Brig went with us this day but slept in the  car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SoleEE7X6sI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ZJyelkO8Lwo/s1600-h/bug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370927454751288002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SoleEE7X6sI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ZJyelkO8Lwo/s320/bug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK SO if you don't know what this is... BOX ELDER BEETLEs! and they are everywhere!!! I HATE THEM.  One day I gave up the nice act and stabbed them with a pen. They literally are everywhere. I was hoping if I tortured one he would go back and tell his buddies not to mess with the BIG C.  But it didn't work and we are stuck with bug carcuses... Oh the joys of northern utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SoleDv7dzFI/AAAAAAAAAjk/kMO6G6MQJMc/s1600-h/jason3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370927449114528850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SoleDv7dzFI/AAAAAAAAAjk/kMO6G6MQJMc/s320/jason3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sweet perfect angel nephew Jason went to the MTC.  Before then there was plenty of good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SoleCy9fIQI/AAAAAAAAAjc/4ijC6Ba-v7s/s1600-h/Jason1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370927432748441858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SoleCy9fIQI/AAAAAAAAAjc/4ijC6Ba-v7s/s320/Jason1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so freaken CUTE. Like on of those "gosh dang if you weren't related to me..." Handsome.  AND he's like amazingly spiritual.  Like on FIre amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SoleCV4J6FI/AAAAAAAAAjU/f-a1y2M-5rc/s1600-h/jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370927424941451346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SoleCV4J6FI/AAAAAAAAAjU/f-a1y2M-5rc/s320/jason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Man i wish i had such a cool auntie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Soldn7WagGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_rP0vYsiAJ0/s1600-h/mal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370926971144011874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Soldn7WagGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_rP0vYsiAJ0/s320/mal.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate Malorie.  She has lost wieght too.... and looks fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SoldcwUdCLI/AAAAAAAAAjE/bShCh_YQhZM/s1600-h/Momanddad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370926779204438194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SoldcwUdCLI/AAAAAAAAAjE/bShCh_YQhZM/s320/Momanddad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Althought this pic was taken like 4 yrs ago... I thought why not post it? So here are the padres in San Fran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know Cheryl you know that she's always at the lake if she can be... It is especially beautiful right now. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SoldQFaBrqI/AAAAAAAAAi8/dTOnbv01B5Q/s1600-h/lake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370926561526656674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SoldQFaBrqI/AAAAAAAAAi8/dTOnbv01B5Q/s320/lake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SoldFjY0ZwI/AAAAAAAAAi0/71KS85vZXW0/s1600-h/lake2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370926380596094722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SoldFjY0ZwI/AAAAAAAAAi0/71KS85vZXW0/s320/lake2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little piece of Heaven given to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-7115332154534042906?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/7115332154534042906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=7115332154534042906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/7115332154534042906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/7115332154534042906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/08/even-more-to-come-but-its-start.html' title='Even more to come... But it&apos;s a start.'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SoleEiNH_ZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/i9X1mA8fOfE/s72-c/fish.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-5902135748505263150</id><published>2009-08-17T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T06:27:16.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Cher!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SolYvPMw24I/AAAAAAAAAik/n-HC1269RaQ/s1600-h/Cheryl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370921599173188482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SolYvPMw24I/AAAAAAAAAik/n-HC1269RaQ/s400/Cheryl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SolY1kW_7-I/AAAAAAAAAis/ddcAj3eRKCc/s1600-h/cher_body.JPG"&gt;So with everything going on I snuck pictures of me!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I h&lt;/span&gt;ave many more pictures out there of whats been happening. However this is the one that I have readily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt;. I will do the whole down load and update the blog thing sometime. Mean while enjoy this HOT shots... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&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/2041187403994656025-5902135748505263150?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/5902135748505263150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=5902135748505263150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5902135748505263150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5902135748505263150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-cher.html' title='Oh Cher!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SolYvPMw24I/AAAAAAAAAik/n-HC1269RaQ/s72-c/Cheryl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-5616854428091331622</id><published>2009-07-25T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:07:56.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmvUvi4ZrrI/AAAAAAAAAic/nG14sfdEqZ4/s1600-h/nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362613694597017266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmvUvi4ZrrI/AAAAAAAAAic/nG14sfdEqZ4/s400/nails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a nail girl now... With animal Print.  With the diet going on and still feeling lonely and not as happy in Ogden I decided to treat my self.  Randomly one day my roommate and I went and did it.  I am high &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;Maintance &lt;/span&gt;and a nail girl (total waste of money but its a happy thing for me. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-5616854428091331622?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/5616854428091331622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=5616854428091331622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5616854428091331622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5616854428091331622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/07/nail-girl.html' title='Nail girl!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmvUvi4ZrrI/AAAAAAAAAic/nG14sfdEqZ4/s72-c/nails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-3187059622297957897</id><published>2009-07-23T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:00:12.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmkxuHdcLWI/AAAAAAAAAiU/SUfsWi28cGA/s1600-h/DSC_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmkxuHdcLWI/AAAAAAAAAiU/SUfsWi28cGA/s400/DSC_0409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361871499707559266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmkxTpDh47I/AAAAAAAAAiM/tKPltDCYb9k/s1600-h/DSC_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmkxTpDh47I/AAAAAAAAAiM/tKPltDCYb9k/s400/DSC_0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361871044869219250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmkxCLEF6WI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DLEb_RjQv6o/s1600-h/DSC_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmkxCLEF6WI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DLEb_RjQv6o/s400/DSC_0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361870744760740194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-3187059622297957897?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/3187059622297957897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=3187059622297957897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/3187059622297957897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/3187059622297957897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahhh-babies.html' title='ahhh babies'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmkxuHdcLWI/AAAAAAAAAiU/SUfsWi28cGA/s72-c/DSC_0409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-533240336248189250</id><published>2009-07-23T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:43:34.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry's computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;OK so I decided that when I'm on peoples computer I could just down load the ones there... because honestly I don't even have a camera... Like nothingmore than my phone... THIS is my Sister Ceri and JErry and there Beautiful family.  Myah, JOe, and GraCIe girl.    Just fun pictures I found and thought hey those are fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Smkutp0HYiI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ioOuBXvlUf8/s1600-h/100_8613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Smkutp0HYiI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ioOuBXvlUf8/s400/100_8613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361868193214718498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Smkt6k6fKTI/AAAAAAAAAhc/AS9RD8r_6rI/s1600-h/DSC_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Smkt6k6fKTI/AAAAAAAAAhc/AS9RD8r_6rI/s400/DSC_0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361867315725936946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmkthhH1III/AAAAAAAAAhU/2QpZf1cP0Q0/s1600-h/DSC_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmkthhH1III/AAAAAAAAAhU/2QpZf1cP0Q0/s400/DSC_0409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361866885211431042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Smks1f99PwI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ssFYqZctNA4/s1600-h/DSC_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Smks1f99PwI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ssFYqZctNA4/s400/DSC_0338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361866128987340546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Smkr-MfAd0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/QEeE0pSeaW8/s1600-h/DSC_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Smkr-MfAd0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/QEeE0pSeaW8/s400/DSC_0532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361865178864449346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-533240336248189250?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/533240336248189250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=533240336248189250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/533240336248189250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/533240336248189250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/07/jerrys-computer.html' title='Jerry&apos;s computer'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Smkutp0HYiI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ioOuBXvlUf8/s72-c/100_8613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-4584545707854086504</id><published>2009-07-23T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:42:23.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teri's Computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjJppyirXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Xj_HQZlb5sk/s1600-h/5291_123155249251_516309251_2996316_2489954_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I'm on my sisters computer and thought to my self... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; down load pictures that she has... Why not right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my nephew Josh and his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; Brooks.  Brooks is the brother of one of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EFy&lt;/span&gt; girls that I tried to hook Josh up with 2 yrs ago... then turns out Brooks and his sister moved into the same neighbor hood as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JOSh&lt;/span&gt;... HOLY COW. Small world (at the time she was living in Texas and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; was no way they would actually ever meet) BUT now they are forever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;connected&lt;/span&gt; by Brooks (and I'm so excited about it!!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brooks is off to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mish&lt;/span&gt; in Honduras.  (which is sad, but Awesome!) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjJmH3S19I/AAAAAAAAAgs/TU0L9e6ENVU/s1600-h/Picture+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361757013167757266" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjJmH3S19I/AAAAAAAAAgs/TU0L9e6ENVU/s400/Picture+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjJcTsKS7I/AAAAAAAAAgk/qXGjHMbHQdI/s1600-h/Picture+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 300px; float: right; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361756844543593394" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjJcTsKS7I/AAAAAAAAAgk/qXGjHMbHQdI/s400/Picture+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows when you have teenage nieces and nephews you inherit like all of their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; as your nieces and nephews too... I don't know this girls name with Randy, but it's her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  This is Sky doing something &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Joshy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;poo's&lt;/span&gt; graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjJQJTUqwI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZGVfBrjQJ40/s1600-h/Picture+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 300px; float: left; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361756635596630786" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjJQJTUqwI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZGVfBrjQJ40/s400/Picture+154.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;Josh is feeling like a grown up these days... Not looking half bad... (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt;).  His mission papers will be done this week... Holy holy where does the time go.  When you go to hold them after they are born you really don't think of this time... and how exciting and so incredibly sad it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjI6WjRbiI/AAAAAAAAAgM/aoZZ_vREuWI/s1600-h/Picture+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361756261196066338" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjI6WjRbiI/AAAAAAAAAgM/aoZZ_vREuWI/s400/Picture+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjJH76pKwI/AAAAAAAAAgU/0LZSfRfCZq4/s1600-h/Picture+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361756494564502274" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjJH76pKwI/AAAAAAAAAgU/0LZSfRfCZq4/s400/Picture+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my one proof I was actually at Josh's graduation.  that would be the back of my head :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjIzf9TK4I/AAAAAAAAAgE/jts5un7lt1w/s1600-h/Picture+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px; float: left; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361756143462067074" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjIzf9TK4I/AAAAAAAAAgE/jts5un7lt1w/s400/Picture+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjIqITK9gI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ET8ZQA2uWAc/s1600-h/Picture+124.jpg"&gt;Josh's random &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; at graduation... ? Flo (who speaks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; from Argentina!!!) Adam (free donuts)!! and then the other one who is so hot some times I lose my words... and he's like 16... AWKWARD. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Joshy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Poo's&lt;/span&gt; graduation class... Go ahead try and count the minorities... Oh wait there are none... &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361755982492530178" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjIqITK9gI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ET8ZQA2uWAc/s400/Picture+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjIf7slxeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/OUO8PRx7tZA/s1600-h/Picture+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px; float: left; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361755807310792162" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjIf7slxeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/OUO8PRx7tZA/s400/Picture+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ceri&lt;/span&gt; Ann, Josh's grandma Jackson (who is like my grandma too she's so awesome) in the back ground  is Josh's Aunt June and Grandpa Jackson. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjISkpHbOI/AAAAAAAAAfs/EbYbXO8xoV0/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px; float: left; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361755577783905506" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjISkpHbOI/AAAAAAAAAfs/EbYbXO8xoV0/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Love them.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew is a 12 yr old boy... and this is usually the face you see on him. But he is a doll that we have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun with.  (Long live orange soda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjIL5hMjSI/AAAAAAAAAfk/L_QQu54zRvY/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 400px; float: right; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361755463128747298" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjIL5hMjSI/AAAAAAAAAfk/L_QQu54zRvY/s400/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh now works at a donut shop (Free donuts!!! DANG I'M ON A DIET) and this is some random something they have at the shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjIHnK0V4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/7Kl7mKbIk1E/s1600-h/Picture+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 300px; float: right; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361755389483571074" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjIHnK0V4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/7Kl7mKbIk1E/s400/Picture+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKY!!! at Josh's graduation.  She is so beautiful.  I wish I could pull her out of being a teenager and let her see who she really is... She is an amazingly awesome girl &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; literally has the world at her feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-4584545707854086504?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/4584545707854086504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=4584545707854086504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4584545707854086504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4584545707854086504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/07/teris-computer.html' title='Teri&apos;s Computer'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmjJmH3S19I/AAAAAAAAAgs/TU0L9e6ENVU/s72-c/Picture+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-1743773710297559258</id><published>2009-07-22T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:31:18.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH, Blah</title><content type='html'>So life is busy, like crazy busy BUT totally boring at the same time.  How is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HCG&lt;/span&gt; diet on July 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; and since then have lost a total of... 10 lbs!!! I am fitting into pants that I haven't worn in ALONG time.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Weird&lt;/span&gt;.  I look at the scale and think... not right, but then I get into my clothes and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appears&lt;/span&gt; to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie.  THIS DIET SUCKS!!! However, this is my first diet I've ever done, and I've never really reformed what I was eating and said "no" to things.  It's a big mind game, HUGE and it's really hard when you can smell the aroma of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yummyness&lt;/span&gt; you aren't eating.  I am starting to realize how social eating is, and it's like people get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;offended&lt;/span&gt; that you are not eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; food. Lame.  I will never force my food on someone or make them feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I feel great! There is nothing like waking up in the morning and seeing weight be gone on the scale.  There are rough days and things that I wasn't expecting to feel physically, But I feel so great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-1743773710297559258?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/1743773710297559258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=1743773710297559258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/1743773710297559258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/1743773710297559258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/07/blah-blah.html' title='BLAH, Blah'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-8793587064714969999</id><published>2009-07-20T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:59:20.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Malorie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmShxGET-lI/AAAAAAAAAfU/O1DfhBCowMA/s1600-h/cher+malerie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360587321292094034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmShxGET-lI/AAAAAAAAAfU/O1DfhBCowMA/s400/cher+malerie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmShsC_5ATI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Gnq23Qje_mw/s1600-h/chery_malerie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is ME and Malorie! MY Roommate who has been very kind and made Ogden home... She is so Nice!  This is us out on the town.  It was our lucky night. 2 guys t alked to us (never mind one mentioned he had just come from the strip club) Hey- it's a start right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmShldAn6_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/jS3OD68SxdQ/s1600-h/chery_malerie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360587121292209138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmShldAn6_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/jS3OD68SxdQ/s400/chery_malerie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point is, she is awesome and amazing and I really lucked out.&lt;br /&gt;&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/2041187403994656025-8793587064714969999?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/8793587064714969999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=8793587064714969999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8793587064714969999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8793587064714969999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/07/ode-to-malorie.html' title='Ode to Malorie!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmShxGET-lI/AAAAAAAAAfU/O1DfhBCowMA/s72-c/cher+malerie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-4628180537417372535</id><published>2009-07-17T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:35:45.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion...</title><content type='html'>Just a few Pictures.  Our family reunion was at the end of June.  Ya'll should check out my face book pictures if you'd like to see more... it was so fun. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmCzQxbAUvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/E4JeNcINPCc/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359480657296773874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 63px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmCzQxbAUvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/E4JeNcINPCc/s400/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmCzI7r6PwI/AAAAAAAAAe0/2ckp0rNDUkM/s1600-h/niece+and+nephews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359480522613079810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmCzI7r6PwI/AAAAAAAAAe0/2ckp0rNDUkM/s400/niece+and+nephews.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmCzAR-w5vI/AAAAAAAAAes/ikqQbaOAH-4/s1600-h/chery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359480373978916594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 63px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmCzAR-w5vI/AAAAAAAAAes/ikqQbaOAH-4/s400/chery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmCy2c1bnFI/AAAAAAAAAek/Gj5Pe3v6Z9c/s1600-h/cher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359480205093870674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 63px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmCy2c1bnFI/AAAAAAAAAek/Gj5Pe3v6Z9c/s400/cher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmCywXKoZMI/AAAAAAAAAec/-b6nV6PS8JQ/s1600-h/brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359480100492960962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmCywXKoZMI/AAAAAAAAAec/-b6nV6PS8JQ/s400/brothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmCylN4vaTI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Q2V_8dU51Co/s1600-h/brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359479909023443250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 22px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmCylN4vaTI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Q2V_8dU51Co/s200/brothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/2041187403994656025-4628180537417372535?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/4628180537417372535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=4628180537417372535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4628180537417372535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4628180537417372535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion...'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SmCzQxbAUvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/E4JeNcINPCc/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-4193831596831456219</id><published>2009-06-22T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:26:06.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIcs from my Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SkAEzSOf5wI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Fr3eB3KdbJ0/s1600-h/David_close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350281636428637954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SkAEzSOf5wI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Fr3eB3KdbJ0/s200/David_close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kid is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;COol&lt;/span&gt;!!! As my nieces and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nephews&lt;/span&gt; get older i get pictures sent to my phone like this one... (David!!! he is so happy and the funniest little guy... when I say little i mean big; he's already out grown his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; and he's 12... I think...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SkADDRz9dXI/AAAAAAAAAds/W8DXKCzue8c/s1600-h/JEn_close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350279712171980146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SkADDRz9dXI/AAAAAAAAAds/W8DXKCzue8c/s320/JEn_close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And also like this one... (Jen is so beautiful!!!) I think she's at a store or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this one was to keep Joe quiet in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sacrement&lt;/span&gt; meeting... I'm a bad example! (Gosh dang he's huge!!) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SkAC_XHT6GI/AAAAAAAAAdk/qYVRW49KKg0/s1600-h/cher&amp;amp;joe_church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350279644875843682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SkAC_XHT6GI/AAAAAAAAAdk/qYVRW49KKg0/s200/cher%26joe_church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SkAC6sc36vI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y1aVWO94YKU/s1600-h/cher&amp;amp;myah_church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350279564704082674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SkAC6sc36vI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y1aVWO94YKU/s200/cher%26myah_church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Myah&lt;/span&gt; wanted in on the modeling shoot too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tucker, who I told him he could get anything he wanted and then talked him into getting these star fish from the natural history mu&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SkAEQoOsm1I/AAAAAAAAAd8/zK1HSeMkxuo/s1600-h/Tuck_stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350281041039629138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SkAEQoOsm1I/AAAAAAAAAd8/zK1HSeMkxuo/s320/Tuck_stars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seam at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;. (they were .10$ each) but I let him get 5 and he was so excited!!! He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;held&lt;/span&gt; on to them and didn't lose or break any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Myah&lt;/span&gt; Loves to wake up her Auntie on warm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; summer mornings (BOOGER) &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SkACuNLlqiI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ykiiiBlRkGo/s1600-h/myah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350279350151653922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SkACuNLlqiI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ykiiiBlRkGo/s200/myah1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-4193831596831456219?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/4193831596831456219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=4193831596831456219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4193831596831456219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4193831596831456219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/06/pics-from-my-phone.html' title='PIcs from my Phone'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SkAEzSOf5wI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Fr3eB3KdbJ0/s72-c/David_close.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-5485310923412512965</id><published>2009-06-22T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:41:21.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapy weekend, Grateful Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so... Updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was so bad! I just felt so sad and for no real particular reason.  May family is at San Luis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obispo&lt;/span&gt; for our week long family reunion, and I'm in Utah.  I don't fly out till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; night, so i was left to wallow in my own pity all alone this weekend.  (my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rommies&lt;/span&gt; went out of town too). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER I did contact Utah State about Grad programs and found 2 that interest me. I can start one of them in the Fall and the other in Spring!!!  And both of them make me excited to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also organized my closet (color coded), and organized all of my work clothes.  I got new blinds put up and cleaned like crazy.  (well needed trust me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to go to my old roommate Britney's bridal shower (love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;brit&lt;/span&gt;, and Love her hubby (soon to be) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kevo&lt;/span&gt;)  it was good fun... pampered Chef does a shower which was a good time, and awesome easy idea for gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Bridal Shower I got to go see Erika and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mikaela&lt;/span&gt; again.  This time we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hung out&lt;/span&gt; in the hospital and did her hair and joked with her.  Can I just say she is the Cutest little girl.  She's learning sign language again and they use pictures so she can point to what she wants.  I love hanging out with Erika there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mikaela&lt;/span&gt; is like a magnet for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;.  I was surprised that with all that has gone on in  her little br&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ain&lt;/span&gt; that she recognized me.  Makes me feel like I should be doing more to visit and be a part of her little life.  Erika and I went shopping, we enjoyed the normal Victoria's Secret trip and things for her kid-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;o's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i hang out with Erika I feel a little bit of home.  I think it's because she knows so much of me, and I don't have to change anything.  I know she'll be my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; forever (we've been through so much) and I can have confidence in that.  At one point in my life I thought I didn't need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; like that, I'm realizing now that friends are an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;essential&lt;/span&gt; part of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to talk to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; from back in Junior high days.  We were on the Cheer squad together and oh my, the memories!!!  Andria Bye!  The good time kept coming.  We are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt; to  get together with our other Junior high click (Amanda Gomez, and Nicole Craig).  I haven't talked to Amanda forever (like 8 yrs) but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt; and I hung out not too long ago.  It's so great to be reminded of who you really are!  As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;adults&lt;/span&gt; (term used very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;loosely&lt;/span&gt;) I have noticed we get so caught up in things that don't really matter... Take me back to Junior High when it was all about matching bathing suits, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;cheer leading&lt;/span&gt; uniforms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Memory&lt;/span&gt; of the day*** Amanda Gomez and I were Best Best friends (since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;kindergarden&lt;/span&gt;).  in 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade we both decided we needed a new swimming suit for the end of the year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;cheer leading&lt;/span&gt; swimming party.  This was like the first time we ever went clothes shopping with out each other.  After we went shopping we ran home to talk about our big "buys" and How so very awesome our new suits were.  Usually we showed each other everything and shared everything, this time I think I went on family vacation then went straight to the party so we didn't get to show each other.  As we got undressed for the pool to no surprise we had on the EXACT same swimming suit; color and all!!!*** &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Crazy&lt;/span&gt;. we just laughed.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the kind of soul sisters Amanda is to me... Her mom was the first to ever make me BEANS, and now look, I'm like 88% &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Hispanic&lt;/span&gt;.  I loved that after I got home from my Mission I went to her house and could finally talk to her mom in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;.  I rubbed it in Amanda's face so badly!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A few more... one night i talked Amanda into sleeping at my house, (she was a home body and really a mama's girl)  we snuk out to jump on the trampoline at my house at like 10 pm (we thought we were hard core).  I still am laughing writing this, I bounced her on the tramp and she flew off landing on her arm on our basket ball court at my house.  I could not stop laughing cause my dad had just mowed the lawn and she was covered in dry grass... She looked like a monster and she was crying.  I laughed so hard that night I literally peed my pants.  I talked her into not calling her mom (we use to get grounded from hanging out) and she was fine, but it was so funny.  Also... The first time I took her 4 wheeling in my "jeep" we went in the fields by her house and I LOVED it... it was so fun!!! I took her up on this tiny hill... and she was so scared she PEED her pants... She made me swear i wouldn't tell anyone, and to this day I haven't said a word... If she reads my blog I'm in big trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also talked me into going to Prom with her and her date (she couldn't go unles I went, her parents trusted me to keep her "chase" (DIDN'T WORK LYDIA: thank heavens for hail Mary's)).  It's true! I have a picture of her and her date then ME standing on the side all dressed up.  Her mom made fun of me for so long, they said it looked like I jumped in the picture.  but no, it was planned that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Long story short, I am so lucky to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;in touch&lt;/span&gt; with my friends from the past.  The first words are always "you were always so crazy" and I laugh... I take it as a compliment although I have no idea if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; to be...  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I realize that who I am is so much a part of who they helped me become.  I'm grateful i had such good freinds that kept me on the straight and narrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  In high school I took a ceramic class and I made a tile thing for Amanda, I think it works for all my BFF's... the saying goes "If friends were like flowers I'd pick a garden full of you!" and it is true. I wouldn't trade my quirky friends for anything!  I love all my Sisters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-5485310923412512965?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/5485310923412512965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=5485310923412512965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5485310923412512965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5485310923412512965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/06/crapy-weekend-grateful-thoughts.html' title='Crapy weekend, Grateful Thoughts'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-384377951667738940</id><published>2009-06-12T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:25:03.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>So with moving and everything changing in my small pathetic world, Much reflection has been taking place.  So many thoughts and it's been a great time to really look at where my life is and where I want it to be.  A few things I've found in my evaluation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm not in law school... am I closer to that goal? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HUmmm&lt;/span&gt;... well working at a good job looks good on a resume? True story it does, however I do need to be much more focused on my goal.  I could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt; more (i really took a dive after the Ruben break up) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;focused&lt;/span&gt; on finding a school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Where am I as far as dating guys I would like to marry?  Not very good.  I have this syndrome, it's called being retarded.  The last guy I "hooked up with" was not good.  My first sign should have been when he said "your so much better than I am, and you really shouldn't date me."  Word of the wise, when a "bad boy" says that, they generally are right... trust the girl who has been retarded for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Am I closer to my family?  YES!  My nephew got graduated from High School this past week and sitting with my sisters, and sister in law  I was totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt;.  I love them and have solid relationships with them... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; AWESOME.  Also... My nephew got endowed, and even though I didn't make it to the temple I felt really close to him.  (people with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; goals are better friends? yes i did call my sweet angel nephew my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;... best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;freind&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Am I moving along in a career I can be happy in? I am furthering my self along... however not in a career where I want to be forever.  It's a good start right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  What am I doing for my physical body?  I completed a colon cleanse (sounds bad but actually felt AWESOME) and went Jogging.  It's amazing how much of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt; and spiritual gets taken care of when your taking care of your physical body (it's like connected or something?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Am i completing My daily spiritual tasks that I have committed to be completing?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Myah&lt;/span&gt; (my niece) bugs me every night before bed to read the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Scriptures&lt;/span&gt; to her.  It's helped me so much... i need a kid just so they will make me do the things I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;supost&lt;/span&gt; to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Solutions to the "problems" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) one of my main concerns going to law school is my GPA.  I graduated with honors in poly sci however I didn't do too hot in some other areas of focus... I looked up a few of the education courses at Weber State and also Utah State extension courses and I think a Masters Degree is in the making.  Pros: Higher GPA for Law School (and more career options).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Although not dating guys I want to marry, I am "hanging out" with higher quality people, and thus will (hopefully) end up married to one of those higher quality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;.  You marry who you spend time with right?  Not that I want to marry any one that I am hanging out with, BUT my expectations of guys has gone way up AND when you surround your self with people who thing your awesome you start to think it too?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the goal anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I need to spend more time with my family.  It's such  a hard balance. As a single girl I should be out with friends Finding Mr. Amazing, however I feel like I'm missing out on my Nieces and Nephews lives... and my family is what is really important isn't it?  I figure the answer is that when I'm with my family it's real time. Every moment is time with Aunt Cheryl and every single person in my family knows that I love and care for them... One on one real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Career, starting a new position has revitalized my spirit. knowing I'm young and only gaining vacation time everyday makes me look forward... THE WHOLE WORLD IS AHEAD OF ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Physical body.  I've notice my physical body has been an issue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; I admit it or not. I'm not me.  After my mission I think it took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more time shaking off the mono, and I think there was a bit of depression after the Brian ordeal, and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;accutane&lt;/span&gt;.  SO now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all in the past, time to get to work.  I commit to doing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;HCG&lt;/span&gt; diet and exercising 4 times a week (hopefully more).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;... my skin looks amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Spiritual!!!  Church with a smile... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a BIG one.  maybe I'll switch it up and go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt; branch.  it seems as though the church is more true in Spanish... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; but I'm half serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are some reflections... and new goals "projects."  I'm just so grateful.  I got to spend time with my Sweet friend Erika today, We've known each other since High school and she is facing a Huge mountain in her life.  I have never never seen someone so strong.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; blessed to see her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;strengthen&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Truly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;virg&lt;/span&gt; and her Blog.  I heard once that to have a successful day you have to accomplish 5 thing... 1) Laugh really hard 2) Get your emotions going and cry about something 3) have a spiritual moment 4) say thank you and be grateful 5) hug someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Virg's&lt;/span&gt; blog I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; to tears every day. Every day I start my computer in the morning and look at holly's blog.  The music comes on and it's about being happy... I think about what that means to her and who it represents to her and I have my emotional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard growing old and seeing your dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; have pain.  I wish it was all wiped away and the world was perfect.  However, if that was the case, I wouldn't be writing this blog and feeling the need to be better.  How grateful I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-384377951667738940?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/384377951667738940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=384377951667738940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/384377951667738940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/384377951667738940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/06/many-thoughts.html' title='Many Thoughts.'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-4185269941635763123</id><published>2009-06-01T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:12:52.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Fun! (I need to learn how to turn the pictures) &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SiQwfK1mwXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/P4k8VTI2MyM/s1600-h/Tcker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342448370011521394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SiQwfK1mwXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/P4k8VTI2MyM/s400/Tcker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Fun... I'll go in order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday morning I picked up my little bud TUCK and Oh my Goodness he is fun! We went swimming, (I actually promised Seven Peaks Water park, but he just got the swimming pool). I taught Tucker a song "Say no to Melanoma" and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to sing it while in the pool (SPF 50 baby!) Because I am still on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acuate&lt;/span&gt; I took extra extra precautions to "say no to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;melanoma&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Regardless&lt;/span&gt; of my efforts I was burnt about 2 inches on my back were apparently I didn't cover as much as I thought with sun block... Ouch. BUT Tucker Was so much fun to hang out with. He tried the pool but he enjoyed the jacuzzi more. he picked out all the bugs and was so adorable with all my roommates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the pool Tucker wanted to Go to "Wendy's" I thought &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my self... I can do Wendy's. We grabbed some chicken nuggets and then Tucker learned the "frosty dip" (Which he enjoyed). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the amazing lunch we watched a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Beethoven&lt;/span&gt; and then... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed over to the Natural Life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Museum&lt;/span&gt;; L.L. Bean. It was fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Teri, Mike, Scott, and Randy came and moved me. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; packed up in an hour! We went to dinner. Rice King and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;safely&lt;/span&gt; returned my little Tuck to his mom and dad. I feel so lucky for the help moving. My family Rocks. Teri and Scott are master moves who I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; could not have done that my self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning we (Teri and I ) went to a visiting teaching conference and then off we went to move. Josh and his buddy and also Andrew helped, and again, I am so lucky!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night I was home in Provo, my Buddy Dallas suggested I go to his 30+ ward on Sunday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342450688594956818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SiQymIO-UhI/AAAAAAAAAc0/JMYzURidKGY/s400/Dallas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342450424696432690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SiQyWxIqaDI/AAAAAAAAAck/LeAXmEisaG4/s400/dallas+and+cher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dallas made me promise I wouldn't put them on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm not going to... However This is just after we worked out and he had on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mitt&lt;/span&gt; for some reason? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So here's the reason why is picture is on my Blog: he is so awesome. We are Buds, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so no raised eyebrows&lt;/span&gt;, however he is one of the most up lifting friends I've had in a long long time. If you know of any amazing girls that are "older" let me meet them first and we'll see what we can do for dear Dallas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Also: being older in the church is rough. People have no idea whatt things they say that are just plain retarded. The church activity rate for people over 25 and single is less than 5%. (yep my bishop stands up and says it every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;). I have met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of people and have had friends, however meeting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; faithful people who have integrity and hold tot he "rod" in all they do is so rare in this stage of life. Some times it helps to have friends in the same stage and just understand, and also Laugh. Kudos to Dallas, what an example! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-4185269941635763123?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/4185269941635763123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=4185269941635763123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4185269941635763123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4185269941635763123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend.html' title='Weekend!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SiQwfK1mwXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/P4k8VTI2MyM/s72-c/Tcker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-5947270406850384704</id><published>2009-05-21T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:59:54.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought it couldn't get better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;An Auntie couldn't be more proud!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/ShXoAEZGDfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/nSlhFV5qVvk/s1600-h/grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338428021194231282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/ShXoAEZGDfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/nSlhFV5qVvk/s400/grad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; They made it!!! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sheltons&lt;/span&gt;; Thatcher, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Safford&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PIma&lt;/span&gt; AZ (I really have no idea which one)) left to right: Joel (in law), David(nephew), Tyler(nephew), Jen(niece), Jason(nephew/elder), Becky (sister), Jake(nephew).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/ShXn8Qk_IlI/AAAAAAAAAcE/B49PsO6KUc8/s1600-h/cute+grad!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338427955745858130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/ShXn8Qk_IlI/AAAAAAAAAcE/B49PsO6KUc8/s400/cute+grad!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Look how cute David and Jen are! I can't imagine what Tyler has planned with that swinging hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/ShXn49dhswI/AAAAAAAAAb8/cU0X192EbNM/s1600-h/other+grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338427899074687746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/ShXn49dhswI/AAAAAAAAAb8/cU0X192EbNM/s400/other+grad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tyler is a ROCK ROCK star and Jen floats my boat (she looks so good in white).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that it is so cool that such good things are happening in my family. Tyler has decided to attend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; in the Fall and Jen will be attending Eastern Arizona College where her dad works as a Chemistry Professor (free tuition). I am so proud of both of them!!&lt;br /&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/2041187403994656025-5947270406850384704?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/5947270406850384704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=5947270406850384704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5947270406850384704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/5947270406850384704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-when-you-thought-it-couldnt-get.html' title='Just when you thought it couldn&apos;t get better...'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/ShXoAEZGDfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/nSlhFV5qVvk/s72-c/grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-4330759302808021711</id><published>2009-05-18T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:40:09.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three cheers!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For Elder Jason Shelton!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/ShGqYq7WWOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/rIbUKUzLSNo/s1600-h/mission.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337234374227548386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/ShGqYq7WWOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/rIbUKUzLSNo/s400/mission.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;(gosh dang I love this kid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/ShGqUqGrhvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Lm8Kvm61_ug/s1600-h/jassss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337234305287161586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/ShGqUqGrhvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Lm8Kvm61_ug/s320/jassss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Becky (my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt;) and Jason (my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rock star&lt;/span&gt; aka nephew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/ShGqRe70fOI/AAAAAAAAAbk/W8Tm2IsFw8w/s1600-h/jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337234250749213922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/ShGqRe70fOI/AAAAAAAAAbk/W8Tm2IsFw8w/s320/jason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm assuming this is him opening the call... Hey I have that same open mouthed smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/ShGqLJt_AMI/AAAAAAAAAbc/u_MsH-ZFElE/s1600-h/jas+and+beck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337234141974823106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/ShGqLJt_AMI/AAAAAAAAAbc/u_MsH-ZFElE/s320/jas+and+beck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hooray&lt;/span&gt;! Jason's waiting is done! He's going to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ecuador!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe my little nephew is old enough to go... I totally remember the day he was birthed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wierd&lt;/span&gt;, but totally amazing. I guess I'm going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ecuador&lt;/span&gt; in 2 yrs.. Hooray for awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vacations&lt;/span&gt; sites (and I'm sure he'll have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rock'n&lt;/span&gt; time too) I'm so proud of him. &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/2041187403994656025-4330759302808021711?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/4330759302808021711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=4330759302808021711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4330759302808021711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4330759302808021711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-cheers.html' title='Three cheers!!!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/ShGqYq7WWOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/rIbUKUzLSNo/s72-c/mission.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-1369110791788866410</id><published>2009-05-13T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:33:29.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alot of Stuff going on... like always.</title><content type='html'>Whats that song by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;garth&lt;/span&gt;... "the only thing study is everything changes..." correct me if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like forever since the last posts... and Life has changed a bit.  Lets make a list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I've had a love affair.&lt;br /&gt;2) I've been wiped out by strep (a whole week of work out the window, hooray sick leave!!)&lt;br /&gt;3) I've been unofficially laid off my job (kinda). &lt;br /&gt;4) I've interviewed for jobs all over the state of Utah and gotten another JOB in OGDEN... (comes with the highest pay raise... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HOLLAR&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;5) I've traveled to California 2 weekends out of the last 3 for the love affair that ended up being bogus (but well needed at the time). &lt;br /&gt;6) met up with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; from high school and cried with her (it's been over 10 yrs since we've "really" talked)&lt;br /&gt;7) attended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;womens&lt;/span&gt; conference at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; and got with in 2 ft of Elders Nelson, and Perry (AWESOME, AWESOME)&lt;br /&gt;8) held a retirement party for my mentor Lamar and cried about how much i was going to miss her... only to find the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;traitor&lt;/span&gt; invited her son (see prior blogs) and it was bad. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hence&lt;/span&gt; the love affair)&lt;br /&gt;9) I've started on my soft ball team and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; life. It's crazy, but as Sherri Dew put it... "you must like it cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; how you live" - at least i can admit i live off stress...&lt;br /&gt;A few stress reliefs have been**I will be able to make it to the second half of the family reunion... shout out...** I'm flying directly into San Luis on Wed night and need a ride into Lake Lopez (any volunteers?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of stress from the Job situation has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;alleviated&lt;/span&gt;, and life is going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. It's scary getting an email that states you could not have a job in 2 weeks... and it's nice to know I'm going where i belong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear as mud...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-1369110791788866410?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/1369110791788866410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=1369110791788866410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/1369110791788866410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/1369110791788866410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/05/alot-of-stuff-going-on-like-always.html' title='Alot of Stuff going on... like always.'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-8707211472755140718</id><published>2009-03-26T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:46:40.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday!</title><content type='html'>Happy Weekend to all!  I got so much work done and am ready to hit the ground running.  I just wanted the last blog before the weekend to be a good one... optimistic...  Much love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-8707211472755140718?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/8707211472755140718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=8707211472755140718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8707211472755140718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8707211472755140718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday.html' title='Thursday!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-8977777819725376008</id><published>2009-03-24T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:12:25.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hump Day!</title><content type='html'>it's Tuesday! Which is my Hump day!!! (the week is half over!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****I deleted all my blog links!!!! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how I did it and I don't know how to add new links... HELP****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if the last entry was a bummer to everyone. I just didn't want to talk about it and wanted to refer people to the blog if they wanted the story.  I have had an inner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delima&lt;/span&gt;... I don't know if I should delete the entry or keep it up.  I am debating it in my head.  (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan of conflict resolution:  I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; in "mourning" until this coming Friday.  That gives me a good week and a half- I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; appropriate.  I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; the appropriate dress is BLACK and the appropriate hair due is Pony tail.  No, or very little make up.  It's kinda funny but I've been a little grouchy.  The best part was when some one at work asked "why all black and I looked so tired?"  My co worker said "she's in mourning can't you tell?"  It was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joking aside, It's been hard.  I don't know if I should cut him out totally or if I should leave a possibility there... but I have come to the conclusion that if he wanted a part of my heart he'd let me know, and I have to move on... TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem: I have enjoyed of time so much that getting back into my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lsat&lt;/span&gt; classes sounds horrid.  I was so busy, it was nice to have chill time and have nothing on my mind.  When I'm in class there is this little voice that says... "you should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt;"  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;uugggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; I got to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Manti&lt;/span&gt; temple.  Man- if you haven't been there... you need to go.  It was amazing.  Of course I cried through the whole thing, but it was so special.  A temple worker took me and Lamar by the hand and walked us through sealing rooms... There I was standing and looking at sealing rooms with the lady who's son I've fell for... but just broke up with... It was rough. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;However&lt;/span&gt;... there is something so special about a temple with the "holy of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;holy's&lt;/span&gt;" in it.  There were 2 brides and they were breath &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;takingly&lt;/span&gt; beautiful.  (which made me cry more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how, I think it's appropriate that the weather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;SUCKs&lt;/span&gt; during Mourning week.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Heavenly&lt;/span&gt; Father knows us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; for sure.  I think I'd burst if it was all sunny and yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Good news, I'm almost done with acutane (my skin looks amazing!!!) and I'm planning to start the HCG diet next monday (keep the bad comments to your self) My teeth are super white (hollar) and I'm growing out my hair.  I should pull out of mourning week with flying colors! (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also good news; looks like I can get the thursday off for the Family reunion.  I think that thursday through sunday is just about perfect time for Cherylina to be blessed with the pressence of her familia.  it was scary there for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;***Thats life: as self focussed and meaningless as it is***&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;strong&gt;I HOPE YOUR IS BETTER&lt;/strong&gt;!!! love to everyone****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-8977777819725376008?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/8977777819725376008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=8977777819725376008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8977777819725376008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/8977777819725376008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-hump-day.html' title='Happy Hump Day!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-3907679829374932675</id><published>2009-03-19T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:42:33.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the post no one wants to write; the post no one wants to read...</title><content type='html'>K so After reading my last post of the excitement and how happy we were... I hope you all understand my little broken heart. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; am sad about this, but respect and honor what needed to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; night Ruben and I were talking about different things, and one thing lead to another... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; that I live a set of standards that he doesn't believe in (he has not been active int he church for 14 yrs and is now returning; we had gone to church every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; together). So on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; night I started crying and told him that if it came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;choosing&lt;/span&gt; between the temple and him, I would chose the temple and I&lt;strong&gt; will not compromise my standards.&lt;/strong&gt; His response was that he understood and he would do what ever it took to be together and he would respect my values...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday he told me he was ill and we didn't talk much...I went to the temple, and he had work etc. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; came around and he was usually quiet. i knew something was up at this point and I kinda knew what was coming... He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me at about 5 asking when I got of work and said the dreaded "we need to talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from work in a panic. Feeling so much anxiety... and just super upset. I knelt down in my room and had a very real conversation with my Father in Heaven. I told him how I was falling in love with Ruben but how I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt; in the temple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ordinance&lt;/span&gt; and needed his help. I told him that if Ruben and I weren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to be together, to make it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; some how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up and still felt really anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him walking up to my door and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;popped&lt;/span&gt; my head out. He was clearly upset... visibly shaking and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;honestly&lt;/span&gt; looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt;. I grab his arm and asked if he wanted a hug and he said no. THE SECOND I SAW HIM ALL OF MY ANXIOUS FEELING WENT AWAY. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; calm. Completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to go talk somewhere else so we went to my car (with full intentions of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; somewhere else but I didn't even start the car before His mouth started going)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started by telling me he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt;' go to California. That it wasn't right and he felt it would be very disrespectful of him to go. He said he doesn't know if the church is true or not but chances are that He won't ever go to the temple. He said he felt like it was better to call off the relationship now rather than get more feelings wrapped up. He said he's still going to try to get back into church and right now there is too much at risk (my eternal salvation) that would sway his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; and that he need to chose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; and alone. (all this said with tears streaming down his face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel he's right. He needs to figure it out. at the moment, I was actually really nice to him and told him I understood and that if he needed anything I would always be here for him. I told him he was a jerk, but that he has to be true to his feelings...&lt;br /&gt;***Today is the day after and I'm so upset. I miss him, his mom sits like 3 ft away from me. She came in and we had a good cry. My heart hurts... and I can honestly say I hurt now more that when I have called it off with any other guy... ANY other guy. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;statement&lt;/span&gt;) I felt so safe with Ruben and respected, and we are so great together. I HAVE NEVER CRIED OVER A GUY BEFORE. and I think this is the first time a guy broke up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the story, I don't want to talk about it, and I still have a little seed of hope in my heart. I'm grateful my prayer was answered, the worse would have been me say something hurtful and he use that against the church in the future. I felt lifted up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;straightened&lt;/span&gt;, and I know that my Father in Heaven has me in his little hand. I am so grateful for the knowledge I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-3907679829374932675?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/3907679829374932675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=3907679829374932675' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/3907679829374932675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/3907679829374932675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-no-one-wants-to-write-and-no-one.html' title='the post no one wants to write; the post no one wants to read...'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-6928795885019171264</id><published>2009-03-16T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:55:16.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I promised pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Sb5VNEC8IyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ad7-YYwJZ9I/s1600-h/ruben-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313778293256495906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Sb5VNEC8IyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ad7-YYwJZ9I/s320/ruben-face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Ruben (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;)... the face shot really doesn't do him justice, but I love that you can see his little dimple on his cheek... I love that weekends are so much more fun now that he's around. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; marked our One month &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt; of being together. We spent the evening at the same place where we first went out... Club Manhattan: Latin Night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny part is that he doesn't speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;, and does not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Latin&lt;/span&gt; dance (it's really bad) but this last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; was awesome!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313778200136586594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Sb5VHpJbFWI/AAAAAAAAAbM/JHWqv8UC5SY/s320/rub+and+cher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We met up with his brothers and sister and some of our friends... I had 2 Red bulls... and at one point was dancing on the couch with his sister in law.  I'm trying to teach him how to be Latin... which is just funny.  People always go to talk to him in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; and I have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;whisper&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; in his ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Sb5VBdgHI0I/AAAAAAAAAbE/hmDepomX-M8/s1600-h/rub-guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313778093931307842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Sb5VBdgHI0I/AAAAAAAAAbE/hmDepomX-M8/s320/rub-guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ruben is in 2 bands.  He plays heavy metal... BUT I walked in the other day and he was going to town on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; guitar. IT was awesome. He writes his own stuff for his bands.  he's very talented and a sucker for 80's rock... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;... I tease him relentlessly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Our story.  Ruben's mom is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mentor&lt;/span&gt; at work.  She and I have formed a very close bond. We were close for about 7 months, shopping, going out to lunch, She's kinda like my mom in Utah.  Well... one day I Go to her house to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dinner&lt;/span&gt; and play cards (shout out to rummy) and Low behold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ruben&lt;/span&gt; answers the door... My interest peaks (he swears he knew I was the one when He first saw me and remembers my outfit even).  We ate dinner and then he had plans so he left.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept telling his mom I needed to go over there again and get his number (the whole time he was saying the same thing to her but She insists on not getting involved) My life was so crazy with the Law school class, and calling's, temple, work, etc.  that i literally had decided I wasn't dating anyone for a long time (at least until after law school) .  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; then one night I wanted to go clubbing and needed a partner (I don't dare go to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Latin&lt;/span&gt; dance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;club&lt;/span&gt; with out an escort) and remembered Ruben.  I called his mom, she gave me his number and we went out with my "cousins."  The next day was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, and he came over for dinner... then the following day his mom and I were shopping in park city when he called on me for a date.  I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; made plans with his mom so... he took us both out and it was all 3 of us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever since that day we have seen each other everyday, and he is now looking to move his records to my ward.  He works for the State in the Department of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Alcohol &lt;/span&gt; and Beverage Control.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel very lucky, he is so good to me. everything is just working out... sorry if for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of you a blog is how you find out... BUT life has been busy, and I'm so happy. So happy.  We are going to Vegas (shout out to Sole), and then to Cali (shout out to my peeps in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Cali&lt;/span&gt;) on March 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm really excited and he can't contain him self... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the story... Love you all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-6928795885019171264?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/6928795885019171264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=6928795885019171264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/6928795885019171264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/6928795885019171264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-promised-pictures.html' title='So I promised pictures!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/Sb5VNEC8IyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ad7-YYwJZ9I/s72-c/ruben-face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-7134503280515432097</id><published>2009-03-02T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:43:45.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SaxErbzuNUI/AAAAAAAAAa8/PR0sGBz84Vw/s1600-h/Ruben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308693573752730946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SaxErbzuNUI/AAAAAAAAAa8/PR0sGBz84Vw/s320/Ruben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ruben&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This Pic isn't the all time best... it was at night, and my phone doesn't have the best of the best cameras, but at least you know he's real. He is my7"friend" (that I hold hands with and spend every second I have to spare; and even some seconds that I don't have to spare; quilty pleasure) I have spent almost every day with him since the last blog... (Our hot valentins day date). I like Him alot... and I guess it helps I'm so close to his mom... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUN!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So he and i will be going to California soon... we haven't pin pointed a date but with in the next couple weeks. We have a good time, and are taking things super super slow... (I have held his hand like 2 times I think...) he's a great guy and I feel lucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thats it... thats all that is going on... Exciting huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-7134503280515432097?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/7134503280515432097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=7134503280515432097' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/7134503280515432097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/7134503280515432097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/03/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SaxErbzuNUI/AAAAAAAAAa8/PR0sGBz84Vw/s72-c/Ruben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-9039141581057235011</id><published>2009-02-19T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:12:35.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SZ3uwfAHwkI/AAAAAAAAAac/_e8_E5-2ccA/s1600-h/cher_kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304658452835451458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SZ3uwfAHwkI/AAAAAAAAAac/_e8_E5-2ccA/s320/cher_kid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this week has been really nice. Alot less stressfull!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the provo temple and did some inititories... It made all the difference. I think I re-found the key to success... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SZ28lmUYHPI/AAAAAAAAAYc/rv-GEuSsiqc/s1600-h/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304603290239507698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SZ28lmUYHPI/AAAAAAAAAYc/rv-GEuSsiqc/s320/temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was an awesome expereince. I went with a co worker of mine and I'm not going to lie- I was worried that it would be very non-personal. We went and there were so many people there to do ordinaces. I have never seen a temple so packed (Like 20 people waiting for endowments) So I was worried. BUT I got in there and it was very spiritual, and I'm really glad we decided to go. Very Glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my misconceptions of living in "Happy Valley" But it's been one of the best&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SZ2-mRBIbOI/AAAAAAAAAY0/A3fJ7M_dhEU/s1600-h/jello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304605500724767970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SZ2-mRBIbOI/AAAAAAAAAY0/A3fJ7M_dhEU/s320/jello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; things for me. Life is going really well right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have become really close to a lady I work with. She was actually my mentor, and now we're just buds. I really respect her, (she's my parents age!!) but we have a good time. I feel like she brings a perspective to my life I couldn't get anywhere else. She Has a son that is 29 and we have fun too... i don't know if I was "sent" to provo because of her, but I do know that I am a better person because she has taken me under her wing... If I could be half the woman I'd be in a good spot. Moment of Silence for Lamar please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOSH HAD JAW SURGERY... My poor nephew it was not fun. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SZ3AyP3z7bI/AAAAAAAAAZE/qMvOVucK8Es/s1600-h/joshy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304607905598926258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SZ3AyP3z7bI/AAAAAAAAAZE/qMvOVucK8Es/s320/joshy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It actually was really Aweful. Like really really aweful. My poor sister sat threw it with him, I didn't get up to there place until like a day and half later... but man o man. I felt for the kid. He couldn't eat anything... his jaw was wired shut. I was really really scared he was going to choak on something, so I treid to be glued to him as much as I could. I still am not the best at medical "Issues" I don't have the stomack for it. He is in high spirits now and doing well. I heart Joshy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentines Day! My roommate made us yummy's and it was a success. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SZ3rlXTTJPI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/5DWiD4jGcac/s1600-h/raimona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304654963254961394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SZ3rlXTTJPI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/5DWiD4jGcac/s320/raimona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to a wedding of my other really close work friend... (pic's to come) so I had to rush feed the food to my self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AFTER the wedding I went home and vegged a little bit, then off I went to the Dance club with Rubien... (the son of my BFF at work). We went Latin dancing and the night went well into the morning. I had a BLAST and adore the heck out of that Kid. It surely was a happy valentines day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-9039141581057235011?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/9039141581057235011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=9039141581057235011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/9039141581057235011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/9039141581057235011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-happy.html' title='Happy Happy!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SZ3uwfAHwkI/AAAAAAAAAac/_e8_E5-2ccA/s72-c/cher_kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-4611924417752729090</id><published>2009-02-04T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:39:13.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class is in session...</title><content type='html'>I started my Prep Course last night at BYU law school. It's not the law school just prep courses... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SYnr59Zi0vI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Fcil8QEVBWc/s1600-h/lsat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299025817544872690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SYnr59Zi0vI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Fcil8QEVBWc/s320/lsat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND let me tell you what... I'm going to TEAR IT UP!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299027141208474674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SYntHAbihDI/AAAAAAAAAX8/SByUalKbvA8/s320/bodybuilder.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I will look like this when I'm done... But I must say that I enjoy the class. I get to do all the logic problems I want AND I get to argue with people and be as crazy as I want as long as my arguements are structured correctly. LOVE IT. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SYnuTkNCxuI/AAAAAAAAAYM/YSqzsjj3m2w/s1600-h/duke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299028456481408738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SYnuTkNCxuI/AAAAAAAAAYM/YSqzsjj3m2w/s320/duke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Let&lt;/a&gt; US PRAY FOR DUKE!!! (thats the goal) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299028624058454226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SYnudUehkNI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iuzNCbZFkk0/s320/Duke3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-4611924417752729090?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/4611924417752729090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=4611924417752729090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4611924417752729090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/4611924417752729090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/02/class-is-in-session.html' title='Class is in session...'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SYnr59Zi0vI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Fcil8QEVBWc/s72-c/lsat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-279195162222837262</id><published>2009-01-28T12:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:49:01.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Side!</title><content type='html'>After many requests I must complete my post for the East Side trip I was able to go on. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so only Anna requested it, but you know your all dieing to know how it went.&lt;br /&gt;Let me just explain, I came home to Mountains of case work to do and even now and waiting for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interviewee&lt;/span&gt; to call... there may be pauses between the writing (good thing it's a blog huh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one: Fly into NC, stay in Burlington. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Virg's&lt;/span&gt; dish washer died as I was flying there and apparently she had a flood. SO I got to see her dear Hubby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Juany&lt;/span&gt; boy at the airport- not a big deal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;juan&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; peeps, (as long as holly- shout out) We hug and talk and go to bed about 3:30 am NC time. (I'm exhausted!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Virg&lt;/span&gt; thinks it's so funny to wake my behind up and go to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bo sue&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;?) class at her gym. Don't get me wrong... the class rocked, and if I wasn't completely exhausted I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; would not have flipped her off as much as I did (I love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;virg&lt;/span&gt;)... after forever of being at the gym we stopped by the local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; max and checked out the sales racks- LOVED IT.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Virg&lt;/span&gt; also stated that he didn't feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; going up to DC. Of course I was disappointed so proceeded to find a rental car... no big deal right? WRONG. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Inaugural&lt;/span&gt; weekend... there are no cars. I finally found a car like 4 hrs out of DC (who cares) and they didn't take debit cards. SO i didn't get the rental car.&lt;br /&gt;***Dinner that night we had awesome Wings at this southern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; where you could chose between 20 flavors and they were awesome!!!***&lt;br /&gt;***We got home from Dinner at 8:00 and we all passed out. Clothes and all. I'm on my bed (which was divine) and john somewhere and holly somewhere else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three: We decided we were going to go up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Virgs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;papi's&lt;/span&gt; house in Virgina (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Waynesburo&lt;/span&gt; area)... then when it comes down to it... we decide Sunday is better. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Virg&lt;/span&gt; had to make quilts for the business)&lt;br /&gt;**Off we go to Chapel Hill: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;UNC&lt;/span&gt; (the law school). At which point I received a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt; on my face of a tar hill...(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;UNC&lt;/span&gt; pride!) Sherri Dew attending school there and talks about the "Tar Hills" in many of her talks. I LOVE CHAPEL HILL!!! It is so beautiful. After Chapel Hill he headed over to Durham where Duke University is, I really really wanted to see the University Library. The Campus was AMAZING!!! I fell in love! I took pictures, but they are on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Virg's&lt;/span&gt; camera. I love love love that campus. We returned home and ate some real southern BBQ (amazing). And I passed out again... I really liked sleeping on my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three: Church day! We woke up and got ready for church (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;virg&lt;/span&gt; was pissed she could find the baby's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;pasafire&lt;/span&gt;) But we made it to Sacrament meeting. I looked Hot Sporting my newly found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;clearance&lt;/span&gt; Items. HOT I tell you! After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;sacrament&lt;/span&gt; We got in the car for our 3 hr trip Up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Virg's&lt;/span&gt; dads house in Virgina. I stayed at there house after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Virgs&lt;/span&gt; wedding 7 yrs ago (can you believe its been that long holy, holy) I was as in love with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;virgina&lt;/span&gt; then as I am now. It's so awesome! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Virgs&lt;/span&gt; family is very welcoming (with a big Turkey dinner- barf); but seriously they are so great it was a very nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day four: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;MOnday&lt;/span&gt; morning: the best day of the YR: Martin Luther King Jr's Day!!! I slept in, (of course) and then ate some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Virg's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;granpa's&lt;/span&gt; homemade sausage and her dad's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;biskets&lt;/span&gt; and gravy... Yummy yummy. (Kinda like in the mission!!) we got everyone dressed up and headed over to Lexington, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Buena&lt;/span&gt; Vista. I LOVE the school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Washington&lt;/span&gt; Lee, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;VMI&lt;/span&gt;. They are so cool! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;There&lt;/span&gt; is so much history over there it's insane. We saw President Lee's family crept and went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;museum&lt;/span&gt; there. We also stopped by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;SVU&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; of the East. It's awesome and beautiful. I love the ball room and main hall, it's a really old finishing school that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of history behind it. I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Fascinated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lexington we headed home where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Virgs&lt;/span&gt; dad watched the kids and we went to set up a show for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;virg&lt;/span&gt;. (At least talk to the lady who was so nice) She too was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;cali&lt;/span&gt; native and had fallen in love with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Shanadowa&lt;/span&gt; Valley... So we got the show figured out and watched American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;After we got in that night I crashed early again- I had a long day ahead. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Virg&lt;/span&gt; was bummed I like to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day five: Go into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Charlottesville&lt;/span&gt; Virgina, LOVE IT. We ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; and watched the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;inauguration&lt;/span&gt;. I am not going to lie, a little knife was in my tummy I was really wanting to be there. But, the city was awesome, and the University was Amazing. I was Blown away... Seriously seriously love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day six: we drive back to NC from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Virg's&lt;/span&gt; dad's house. (I hate that his name is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Virg's&lt;/span&gt; dad" I don't think parents should be identified by who's parent they are, but I lack an other title.) We stopped and met John for Lunch in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Greensborro&lt;/span&gt; (Shout out for Jason's Deli) and I said my good bye's to Juan there.&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;virg&lt;/span&gt; took me to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;museum&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;greensborro&lt;/span&gt; where the Sit in happened. 4 college guys who were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;african&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt; sat on the stools in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; that were reserved for Whites only. I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; by the civil rights movement. I can't wait for the day when I can focus more time and power on civil rights- until then I guess I'm stuck to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;museums&lt;/span&gt;. it's so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;motivating&lt;/span&gt; to me. I see people like those guys as modern day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;hero's&lt;/span&gt;. Just four guys who had the strength to stand up for what they believed in. I don't even remember there names- but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; what they did for America and that to me is breath taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;museum&lt;/span&gt; it was back to Burlington to fight the suit case/ weight limit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Stuffed&lt;/span&gt; everything away, and off to the airport we went. We stopped by the local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;grocher&lt;/span&gt; to pick up some Cheer wine (native soda you can only get in NC, dates back to 1917) and donuts (native to NC also).&lt;br /&gt;I went to check my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;luggage&lt;/span&gt; and I was at 51.5 lbs. The lady said it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and hooked me up (or so I thought).&lt;br /&gt;***The flight to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt;*** my music didn't work, and the guy behind me threw up. Every where. I think it was a 6 hr flight. Death to Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;**the next flight was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but I will never fly north west again... North west=CRAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;***I got into the airport at one am (3 am my bodies time) Mike greeted me at the airport... with Dell Taco (the best part of the evening)...&lt;br /&gt;BUT WAIT MY BAGS AREN'T THERE....&lt;br /&gt;So I am livid, (of course no sleep) and the lady can't find my bags in the computer. At this point I am the biggest mean person ever (mike was laughing at me) I sat on a plane that was a full flight and smelt like Barf for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;HOurs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; like 3 hours. **the lady smiles and tell me it will be delivered at my door the next day... PS I have work in a matter of hours, and am super stressed about that (my make up is in that bag and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;cheryl's&lt;/span&gt; skin is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; better with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;acutane&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; my trip... It was great. You can see the common theme (UNIVERSITIES!!!) I came home and am now enrolled in the Ace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;lsat&lt;/span&gt; class. This course is hard core and has a really high law school enrollment rate of students (like insanely high). I will be taking classes on Tuesday, Thursday and a practice class on Sat. They expect 3 hrs of study a day for me to make the June &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;Lsat&lt;/span&gt;. MY BEHIND IS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;OFFICIALLY&lt;/span&gt; BEING KICKED. I have a study group of law students as well as a mentor, (all included in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;tuition&lt;/span&gt;). This was suck a huge step for me. HUGE. I have always been pointing my self in this direction, but decided when I was back east that it needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Before my vacation I was evaluated at work and given a really good evaluation. Basically I have 6 months more of probation, (means after the 6 months I'm pretty much set for a really long time), and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;promoted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It made me feel better about taking on a huge thing like Law School prep. It's just a huge thing, and I really needed to feel committed to the cause. I think as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;Mormon&lt;/span&gt; girl, I needed to get over the whole... you have to get married to be happy, and I think I'm there. I don't know the answer, i just know it feels right and when I think about it with my head I think there is no way in heck I can do it... But it feels right, and I am very motivated, and just like my mission or any other really big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; that has been the best thing for me... I have always felt super shaky about it. So I don't know- I don't know about a year down the road, but in 4 yrs I'll either be 31 with a law degree or with out, and I decide with. (thank you lin's for the words of advice, ir should I say thank you Bro Jolly... they were good... they made my blog) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it my busy little life just got Insane. Like crazy insane. 4 yrs thats all... (Can you tell I'm still working on the mental thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lova ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041187403994656025-279195162222837262?l=cbonitab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/feeds/279195162222837262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2041187403994656025&amp;postID=279195162222837262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/279195162222837262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041187403994656025/posts/default/279195162222837262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbonitab.blogspot.com/2009/01/east-side.html' title='East Side!'/><author><name>cbonitab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573709657108797221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SOTNaD7U7cI/AAAAAAAAARY/5d3VlLDoOL8/S220/mom+and+cher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041187403994656025.post-3083106348741192855</id><published>2009-01-12T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:42:50.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SWuM_wEobmI/AAAAAAAAAXg/eNebOVo11Ug/s1600-h/sushi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290477214140755554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SWuM_wEobmI/AAAAAAAAAXg/eNebOVo11Ug/s320/sushi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi party- Vegitarian Roll for Cheryl (seafood is NASTY)&lt;br /&gt;I made my own roll!!! Ps. I LOVE that Hoodie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SWuL1_uWHFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Ls_thICN6Ts/s1600-h/gracie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290475947031927890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SWuL1_uWHFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Ls_thICN6Ts/s320/gracie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SWuL1o_yLPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/gRcXpearG_A/s1600-h/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SN-EnUuIo1g/SWuL1o_yLPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/gRcXpearG_A/s1600-h/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRACIE girl! I found this on my phone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime I told her to smile she'd lean her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;head... So funny. How did we ever live with out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this Child? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Busy week, but fun week. Got another hair cut, it is awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a really great sunday at Church in my new ward. everyone is so nice, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and wonderful. I really like my new place.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**we got our TV hooked up. 100 chanels later, I spend way too much time on that couch... mamma's boys is my fav right now. LOVE IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy, busy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nirth carolina here I come... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2008-12/43890642.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/news/reviews/tv/la-et-mommasboys16-2008dec16,0,3803488.story&amp;amp;usg=__EpwnyZ33FxVO7g7mXcQ62lHGhZw=&amp;amp;h=400&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=28&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=E1DKZccwC9AUxM:&amp;amp;tbnh=124&amp;amp;tbnw=93&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmomma%2527s%2Bboys%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://cache.boston.com/resize/bonzai-fba/Globe_Photo/2008/12/14/1229298306_4114/539w.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.boston.com/ae/tv/articles/2008/12/16/a_dating_disaster_for_mommas_boys&amp;amp;usg=__0ZMVP3hEwLCE243jPaehaclcbB8=&amp;amp;h=296&amp;amp;w=539&amp;amp;sz=36&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=PZR7xZZppjR3HM:&amp;amp;tbnh=72&amp;amp;tbnw=132&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmomma%2527s%2Bboys%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://cache.boston.com/resize/bonzai-fba/Globe_Photo/2008/12/14/1229298306_4114/539w.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.boston.com/ae/tv/articles/2008/12/16/a_dating_disaster_for_mommas_boys&amp;amp;usg=__0ZMVP3hEwLCE243jPaehaclcbB8=&amp;amp;h=296&amp;amp;w=539&amp;amp;sz=36&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=PZR7xZZppjR3HM:&amp;amp;tbnh=72&amp;amp;tbnw=132&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmomma%2527s%2Bboys%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2008-12/43890642.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/news/reviews/tv/la-et-mommasboys16-2008dec16,0,3803488.story&amp;amp;usg=__EpwnyZ33FxVO7g7mXcQ62lHGhZw=&amp;amp;h=400&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=28&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=E1DKZccwC9AUxM:&amp;amp;tbnh=124&amp;amp;tbnw=93&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmomma%2527s%2Bboys%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN"&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.google
