<?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-7160768739581746223</id><updated>2011-08-18T07:32:17.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuart and Debbie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-5223676779960238479</id><published>2010-10-20T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:41:55.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween costumes</title><content type='html'>I've had the opportunity to spend some quality time with my niece and nephew lately because their Momma is sick with cancer. So during fall break we decided to make their Halloween costumes. Zach is 9 and Olivia is 6. Olivia makes Zach dress up to match her every year. Last year they were raggedy Ann and Andy. I don't know how much longer her older brother is going to let her pick his costume, but I think it's cute that they match. A few months ago Olivia announced their Halloween costumes. Zach was a little apprehensive with her choice but still went along with it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO THIS YEAR I PROUDLY PRESENT... THE URINAL AND THE TOILET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TL9VMiGnq2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/YcO7_Q4DtpM/s1600/1008101735-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TL9VMiGnq2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/YcO7_Q4DtpM/s320/1008101735-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530232541235620706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TL9R2DNpQFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hW5SuiEovGI/s1600/1008101736-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TL9R2DNpQFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hW5SuiEovGI/s320/1008101736-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530228856451579986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TL9R0rBH0hI/AAAAAAAAAUw/-2_9hivjoEc/s1600/1014101623-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TL9R0rBH0hI/AAAAAAAAAUw/-2_9hivjoEc/s320/1014101623-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530228832776737298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the skid marks and pee stains so creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TL9R0tYXaVI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wCauKRC92Es/s1600/1014101622-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TL9R0tYXaVI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wCauKRC92Es/s320/1014101622-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530228833411098962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part about their costumes is that the holes in the bottom are for proper candy holding. Each house they go to gets to enjoy the costume as well. They get to drop the candy down the toilet or urinal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-5223676779960238479?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5223676779960238479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=5223676779960238479&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5223676779960238479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5223676779960238479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-costumes.html' title='Halloween costumes'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TL9VMiGnq2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/YcO7_Q4DtpM/s72-c/1008101735-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-8034657840674976354</id><published>2010-08-13T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T16:43:36.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond Backs Game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stu and I got to go on a much needed date to the Diamond Backs Game! It was so much fun. We had valet parking, 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; row seats, and free food!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TGXXC9rABjI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ORYcroSmncU/s1600/DSC03294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TGXXC9rABjI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ORYcroSmncU/s320/DSC03294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505042565444929074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love looking at the people in the background of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TGXXCUCql-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/a3Ny4ge4Bo4/s1600/DSC03290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TGXXCUCql-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/a3Ny4ge4Bo4/s320/DSC03290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505042554269898722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture to show how close we were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TGXXB0KpspI/AAAAAAAAAUI/nn9wcqSTWd8/s1600/DSC03285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TGXXB0KpspI/AAAAAAAAAUI/nn9wcqSTWd8/s320/DSC03285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505042545713459858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "real size bobble heads" ran around by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get a picture of the Valet parking cause our car is so not valet material.  We sped out of there as fast as our rice burner would go! This whole date was thanks to Stu's boss, who gave him the tickets because this game wasn't client schmooze worthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-8034657840674976354?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8034657840674976354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=8034657840674976354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/8034657840674976354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/8034657840674976354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2010/08/diamond-backs-game.html' title='Diamond Backs Game!'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TGXXC9rABjI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ORYcroSmncU/s72-c/DSC03294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-3750518585985289199</id><published>2010-07-26T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:59:54.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So James doesn't quit my blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TE32dtMzKYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/aYIEh3jEV8s/s1600/DSC03282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TE32dtMzKYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/aYIEh3jEV8s/s320/DSC03282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498321710299163010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hazel is 9 months old today. And this is the face she makes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; day everyday. It's a mix between "I'm happy" and "I want what ever you have in your hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TE30U1b2VVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/75-aW5ieGuY/s1600/DSC03278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TE30U1b2VVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/75-aW5ieGuY/s320/DSC03278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498319358867690834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping Babies are so sweet! I don't know how anyone can be comfy sleeping like this though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TE30UZsHjWI/AAAAAAAAATw/V4HfMtkudKY/s1600/DSC03236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TE30UZsHjWI/AAAAAAAAATw/V4HfMtkudKY/s320/DSC03236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498319351419735394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken a few days after we found out Leah has cancer. She's since lost all of her hair, but has a super cute wig. She's the only one that can get Hazel to sleep sitting down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TE30TdoiNHI/AAAAAAAAATo/_RL_GHfo3Ww/s1600/DSC03231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TE30TdoiNHI/AAAAAAAAATo/_RL_GHfo3Ww/s320/DSC03231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498319335298577522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look how long Hazel's hair is getting. I love her smile in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TE30S61zzxI/AAAAAAAAATg/aeelueIow_o/s1600/DSC03229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TE30S61zzxI/AAAAAAAAATg/aeelueIow_o/s320/DSC03229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498319325959016210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Hazel just after church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TE30SAHYXrI/AAAAAAAAATY/e7pvBxBr18Q/s1600/DSC03190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TE30SAHYXrI/AAAAAAAAATY/e7pvBxBr18Q/s320/DSC03190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498319310195023538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Hazel trying to keep down her peas. Peas are her least favorite thing to eat. She gags every time we feed them to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-3750518585985289199?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3750518585985289199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=3750518585985289199&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3750518585985289199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3750518585985289199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-james-doesnt-quit-my-blog.html' title='So James doesn&apos;t quit my blog.'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/TE32dtMzKYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/aYIEh3jEV8s/s72-c/DSC03282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-3774740966371925419</id><published>2010-07-26T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:41:20.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some sneaky business</title><content type='html'>Nobody noticed the new background? We haven't really touched it for a long time. That's the news. Lame. While that is true, the actual issue is as follows: Debbie's sister-in-law left herself logged into Facebook last week and Debbie took advantage of the situation. :) So in retaliation, her brother (whose wife's facebook page was tastefully updated by Debbie), tapped into our account and changed the background and made that post. As far as the rumors or thoughts of us being pregnant again. . . HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I don't think that's gonna happen for a long time! We're still getting used to having a child, so another one is very far from our minds for probably a year. -Stu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-3774740966371925419?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3774740966371925419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=3774740966371925419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3774740966371925419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3774740966371925419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-sneaky-business.html' title='Some sneaky business'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-451154114310857056</id><published>2010-07-24T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T18:59:40.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News</title><content type='html'>Guess what?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-451154114310857056?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/451154114310857056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=451154114310857056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/451154114310857056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/451154114310857056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-news.html' title='Big News'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-5308932933749888207</id><published>2010-04-21T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T12:51:04.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Changes</title><content type='html'>There have been some big changes around our house lately. Hazel's eating big girl food. (hilarious pictures of that to come) She's sitting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/S89V7Jd65GI/AAAAAAAAATI/SOHs4Ejbc3M/s1600/DSC03188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/S89V7Jd65GI/AAAAAAAAATI/SOHs4Ejbc3M/s320/DSC03188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462679347665757282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair cut. I was out and about on Saturday. And I finished my errands too soon. (didn't want to go home yet) So I stopped by a salon and let the girl do what ever she wanted with my hair,the result... 10 inches were cut off. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/S89WGd7ljXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yA940wyMfNs/s1600/DSC03184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/S89WGd7ljXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yA940wyMfNs/s320/DSC03184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462679542137458034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Hazel loves to make this stinker face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/S89V6QImMrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/QMcHtLmqrm8/s1600/DSC03174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/S89V6QImMrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/QMcHtLmqrm8/s320/DSC03174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462679332275499698" 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/7160768739581746223-5308932933749888207?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5308932933749888207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=5308932933749888207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5308932933749888207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5308932933749888207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-changes.html' title='Big Changes'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/S89V7Jd65GI/AAAAAAAAATI/SOHs4Ejbc3M/s72-c/DSC03188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-3808709931754287458</id><published>2010-02-15T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:34:49.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you living out of state, these pictures are for you. (Maggie, that's you. . .and your family of course)! Hazel is 3.5 months old now, and getting a lot bigger. She smiles, coos, rolls over and surprises herself every time. She is staying super cute and is starting to giggle at various times, though not usually for her parents. Maybe she thinks other people look funny or something, but it's very enjoyable when she giggles. Enjoy the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/S3mu7hbsGsI/AAAAAAAAASg/8LBph6vMw-M/s1600-h/DSC03044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/S3mu7hbsGsI/AAAAAAAAASg/8LBph6vMw-M/s320/DSC03044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438570362636606146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuart got Hazel dressed and put the onesie on last! (Sucker). She looked like an 80's workout video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/S3mu8iz9faI/AAAAAAAAASw/3_-81GBLqlg/s1600-h/DSC03093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/S3mu8iz9faI/AAAAAAAAASw/3_-81GBLqlg/s320/DSC03093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438570380186713506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sportin' a new hair-do! (I pity da foo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/S3mu8GO5bKI/AAAAAAAAASo/L-PK6vMjw_o/s1600-h/DSC03087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/S3mu8GO5bKI/AAAAAAAAASo/L-PK6vMjw_o/s320/DSC03087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438570372515064994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked by the camera light!&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/7160768739581746223-3808709931754287458?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3808709931754287458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=3808709931754287458&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3808709931754287458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3808709931754287458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/updates_15.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/S3mu7hbsGsI/AAAAAAAAASg/8LBph6vMw-M/s72-c/DSC03044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-98460687994004236</id><published>2010-02-04T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:57:56.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>So it's been a very long time since we've updated our blog. I have no pictures or videos to put up, but I wanted to let you know we're still here. Hazel has been sleeping well, eating well and getting much bigger. She's still tiny, from what I hear. She babbles a lot, loves standing and smiling, and is just a happy little baby. We'll post pictures soon. I won't promise that "soon" means in the next month or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-98460687994004236?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/98460687994004236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=98460687994004236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/98460687994004236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/98460687994004236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-3121452544902625720</id><published>2009-11-06T17:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:56:48.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SvTTfEJFyKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4BEkthRirs8/s1600-h/DSC02965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SvTTfEJFyKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4BEkthRirs8/s320/DSC02965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401174383765342370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Halloween Hazel was a fresh baked loaf of bread, and Stu and I were the bakers! She got a lot of candy from her grandpa Bowles...thank you grandpa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-3121452544902625720?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3121452544902625720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=3121452544902625720&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3121452544902625720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3121452544902625720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SvTTfEJFyKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4BEkthRirs8/s72-c/DSC02965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-6833212915822070043</id><published>2009-10-30T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:19:12.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Giant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SutAl2nNPUI/AAAAAAAAASI/wVWQZOElaXc/s1600-h/SDC10400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398479597392969026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SutAl2nNPUI/AAAAAAAAASI/wVWQZOElaXc/s320/SDC10400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Sus_mb4KS3I/AAAAAAAAASA/XNIxydcZXwE/s1600-h/SDC10390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398478507884563314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Sus_mb4KS3I/AAAAAAAAASA/XNIxydcZXwE/s320/SDC10390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Sus-yTxfdQI/AAAAAAAAAR4/I50vR9nQbuA/s1600-h/SDC10386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398477612355908866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Sus-yTxfdQI/AAAAAAAAAR4/I50vR9nQbuA/s320/SDC10386.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/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Sus99RIIttI/AAAAAAAAARw/JZhd5Z0a5rs/s1600-h/SDC10377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398476701112514258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Sus99RIIttI/AAAAAAAAARw/JZhd5Z0a5rs/s320/SDC10377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first multi-picture post. Actually, it's my first picture post period. (This is Stu by the way. Debbie is hard at work for her dad right now, so that leaves it up to me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So our little giant Hazel Kae was born October 26, 2009 at 12:41am, weighing 9lbs, 3ozs, delivered via C-section. Yes, I know how to spell Cesarean, but did not want to, but now have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Debbie is doing pretty well considering the surgery. The last picture is an aerial view of Hazel next to Debbie still cut open and being sewed up, after they weighed her, cleaned her, I held her and chopped off the umbilical cord. Sorry Debbie, after all you went through, I was the first to hold her. There's also a sweet picture of me in the enormous disposable scrubs I had to wear in the OR. That stands for Operating Room, for those of you abbreviatorily challenged. Yes, I'm a punk when I'm tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the basic story is: we were scheduled to be induced at 3am Monday morning anyway, but Debbie was having some good contractions, Sunday morning finally, and I said, "We're going to the hospital to get this going". Debbie was reticent, and we ended up getting there an hour and a half later, 1:30ish, which turned out ok for Debbie. She wanted her to have her own birthday. Happy Birthday Hazel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked around for an hour because she was only dilated to 4cm when we got there. She was at 5.5cm after the walk, so they admitted us. (Walking the 2-3 hallways at the hospital got boring and nurses were looking at us like, "you're back again? and again?" I didn't care, I was excited to finally get the show on the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got put on the labor and delivery bed and was at 6cm, progressing well. They talked to us about the epidural, Debbie, didn't like the sounds of it, but knew she wanted it. She held out for a while, she started driving down the left lane, the right. . .dodging. . . oh wait a minute. I thought I was broadcasting a sports game here. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Debbie. . .she waited a while and then ordered the epi. She was at 7cm this time, and. . .oh my goodness I almost forgot her favorite part. She was still at 5.5cm, Dr. Tut came in and broke her water which sounded like a huge water balloon snapping when it pops. Really cool. We both laughed and Debbie was really enjoying gushing the amnio everywhere. TMI? Sorry for those with weak stomachs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctor told her she should get the epidural going, and she held out for a while, things got painful and then she had it done. She was kind of freaking out about what was going on with it and I was a jerk and told her she doesn't want to know what's happening on her back side. She was fortunately ok with that. whew! The epidural kicked in and she took a deep breath and said, "I love epidurals. Everyone should have one everyday!" HAHAHA! I laughed out loud at that one. It was great. Glad to see her finally relax. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nurse came in, and had her push for about an hour before calling in Dr. Beck, our OB, who was now on call. Dr. Tut was on call when we got there earlier. OB stands for Obstetrician. So Dr. Beck gets there, checks her out and finds out that her pubic bone is too narrow and oval shaped instead of heart shaped like normal. Thus no baby's head will come through it. He told Debbie she needed a c-section, and she didn't like that at all. Dr. Beck was super nice and said he could try the forceps, which are huge, although he didn't say anything about the size of them. Debbie really wanted him to try. After 3 pushes from Debbie, and 3 tugs with the forceps, he said a c-section was absolutely necessary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took an hour to get to the OR because there was a C in progress, and since Debbie wasn't an emergency C, she had to wait. Dr. Beck was peeved at this, because he was obviously tired, but he cooled off. Anyways, they finally wheeled her to the room and prepped her. I got dressed in my MC Hammer outfit with a lunchlady cap, and was pulled in later just before she went under the knife. This was about 12:30ish. Since I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast I was woozy and about lost my empty stomach upon entering the room. So I sat behind the curtain with Debbie's head and chilled and breathed deeply trying to calm myself down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 12:41am, they pulled Hazel out, and I heard Dr. Beck say, "Here she is!" and then she immediately let out a little cry. I'm not ashamed to admit that I teared up and was happy. My little baby girl was finally here! I looked over to the weigh station where they did what they had to and cleaned her and kept crying. I looked back at Debbie and said Hazel was huge and hairy and cute. Debbie was pretty out of it, so I was the soft one of the family at that time and was trying to hide my tears. But it was a sweet moment. I got to cut the cord, which was cool, a little overrated really, but cool nonetheless. And then I got to hold my little giant. 9lbs 3 ounces! She looked like the Stay-Puffed Marshmallow man for a while there. :)&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 won't bore you, with more details of the rest of the week. Suffice it to say, mom and baby still look very good, and I, father, look like I've been poked in the eyes. Not a whole lot of sleep happened this week until last night. She's a good baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to the world Hazel Kae. We love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-6833212915822070043?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6833212915822070043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=6833212915822070043&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/6833212915822070043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/6833212915822070043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-giant.html' title='Little Giant'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SutAl2nNPUI/AAAAAAAAASI/wVWQZOElaXc/s72-c/SDC10400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-6975577617902192878</id><published>2009-10-11T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:05:26.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazels Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/StKARTVwrbI/AAAAAAAAARo/0-23w3bWfQA/s1600-h/DSC02889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/StKARTVwrbI/AAAAAAAAARo/0-23w3bWfQA/s320/DSC02889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391512738653580722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hazels room is finally finished... mostly!  We still need to get the red rocking chair I'm borrowing from my sister in law but other than that it's done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-6975577617902192878?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6975577617902192878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=6975577617902192878&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/6975577617902192878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/6975577617902192878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/hazels-room.html' title='Hazels Room'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/StKARTVwrbI/AAAAAAAAARo/0-23w3bWfQA/s72-c/DSC02889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-1300393912898986895</id><published>2009-09-22T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:56:19.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG</title><content type='html'>I was going to post a lot of pictures about labor day and everything else I need to catch up on. But my camera died when I was trying to download the pictures to my computer. So I found this gem already on the computer. Enjoy. Picture was taken 9-11-09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SrlxdamlmrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/XGqMtYv74KA/s1600-h/0911092028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SrlxdamlmrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/XGqMtYv74KA/s320/0911092028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384459579669453490" 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/7160768739581746223-1300393912898986895?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1300393912898986895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=1300393912898986895&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/1300393912898986895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/1300393912898986895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/09/big.html' title='BIG'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SrlxdamlmrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/XGqMtYv74KA/s72-c/0911092028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-1914186433550653754</id><published>2009-08-10T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:01:29.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>Everyone has been harassing me about not blogging, so here is my post. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-1914186433550653754?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1914186433550653754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=1914186433550653754&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/1914186433550653754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/1914186433550653754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-5086213325546759951</id><published>2009-08-03T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:34:29.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stu is So Cute...Until...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just got a cute email from Stu, the beginning goes like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;I got really excited about having a baby today at lunch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Awe, isn't that the cutest thing a husband could ever say? Then he said this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I was just thinking, Hazel will be born in the beginning of football season!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;And that's why he's excited to have a baby. He'll make her watch it with him like he tries to make me, and she won't complain. At least he's excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-5086213325546759951?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5086213325546759951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=5086213325546759951&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5086213325546759951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5086213325546759951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/stu-is-so-cuteuntil.html' title='Stu is So Cute...Until...'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-2645752591202426502</id><published>2009-07-28T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:57:33.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I've been heartburn free for &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; days! It's time to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;celebrate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-2645752591202426502?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2645752591202426502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=2645752591202426502&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/2645752591202426502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/2645752591202426502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-3481513046108317630</id><published>2009-07-24T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:06:37.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>For the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July weekend Stu and I went with his family camping up at the rim.It was a lot of fun. We had a special tent that was nick named the Poop tent. There was a little toilet in it and everything. My favorite part of camping is the toasted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;S'mores&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SmnZvQzIdPI/AAAAAAAAARI/EqTa32NkeY4/s1600-h/DSC02716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362056237347796210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SmnZvQzIdPI/AAAAAAAAARI/EqTa32NkeY4/s320/DSC02716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Kyle and Jenna walking to the poop tent, Jenna had to use that tent a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SmnZvJWJV8I/AAAAAAAAARA/dO5Ib3-PNF4/s1600-h/DSC02696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362056235347171266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SmnZvJWJV8I/AAAAAAAAARA/dO5Ib3-PNF4/s320/DSC02696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stu and I with the pretty greenery in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362056222697371618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SmnZuaOMt-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/6Sl3WJVAzZs/s320/DSC02688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here I am toasting one of my huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362056227847494274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SmnZutaFWoI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fCtrlNGJn5g/s320/DSC02692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Delicious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;S'mores&lt;/span&gt;! We made them King Size! Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SmnZt-lVoaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qPpu9quDAiU/s1600-h/DSC02681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362056215278231970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SmnZt-lVoaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qPpu9quDAiU/s320/DSC02681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of our camp site. It was so nice to get out of the heat.&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/7160768739581746223-3481513046108317630?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3481513046108317630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=3481513046108317630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3481513046108317630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3481513046108317630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SmnZvQzIdPI/AAAAAAAAARI/EqTa32NkeY4/s72-c/DSC02716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-4890218131731185655</id><published>2009-07-15T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:17:18.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings</title><content type='html'>So I heard that every pregnant woman has to have saltines by her night stand. This is not the case with me. In fact I haven't eaten a saltine the whole time I've been pregnant. What I crave when I need my salt fix are none other than delicious Wheat Thins. They are so good. I never really liked them plain before I was pregnant (I always had to dip them in cheese balls). But they are tasty.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358750327107471106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Sl4bB9c_xwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_xzsxHZ2RpM/s320/Wheat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another thing I crave are cookies. I love cookies. On Sunday I really needed some cookies. I knew I bought some at the store, so we had them but I didn't want to get my big self off the couch to get them. So I asked Stu to get them for me. He said he would but he was taking forever to get to the pantry...Like 3 minutes. and I needed those cookies NOW. So I had to get myself off the couch to get the cookies.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358752530308736146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Sl4dCNBHJJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/lbE_GahwQDs/s320/coockies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-4890218131731185655?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4890218131731185655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=4890218131731185655&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/4890218131731185655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/4890218131731185655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Sl4bB9c_xwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_xzsxHZ2RpM/s72-c/Wheat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-2929918011569379816</id><published>2009-07-01T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:07:48.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Picture</title><content type='html'>I  hope this picture gives every one a good laugh today, heaven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; I needed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353569716766351986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SkuzSwAlonI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/pZ7rFGeqyDU/s320/Crazy+Deb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-2929918011569379816?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2929918011569379816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=2929918011569379816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/2929918011569379816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/2929918011569379816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny-picture.html' title='Funny Picture'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SkuzSwAlonI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/pZ7rFGeqyDU/s72-c/Crazy+Deb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-4062458972118989255</id><published>2009-06-24T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:17:23.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixing up the cabin</title><content type='html'>For the past few weekends my family has been fixing up our cabin in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&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;Weekend number one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tore out the carpet in the living room/dinning room/kitchen. (yes, there was carpet in the dinning room/kitchen). The boys put down wood floors and tile. Stu added some flagstone to the path leading to the new part of the deck. While the boys did all the work, and the girls got to document the whole thing, as well as fix lunches for everyone.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351032846627980850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SkKwBeS1RjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QawBMrgLusk/s320/cabin3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351032838880925954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SkKwBBbymQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/E5LqXDfyY_o/s320/cabin2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351032716089543490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SkKv54ACy0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/dzcFYagkYag/s320/cabin" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekend number two:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tore out the carpet going up the stairs and the 2 rooms up stairs. We got new curtains for the living room and put them up. Stu painted the outside of the cabin and the new part of the deck that was built. Danny finished the wood floors.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351036975109830082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SkKzxyFm9cI/AAAAAAAAAQI/6nYu6gnOHxY/s320/DSC02624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351036104595180050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SkKy_HKvihI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fxNjqiuGcUg/s320/DSC02625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351036109388394898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SkKy_ZBiMZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LaxsZ8Yg_QU/s320/DSC02628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend number 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I wasn't up there for this one) Danny and Dad painted the inside of the cabin which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; needed it. They probably did some other things but since I wasn't there I didn't get pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new carpet is going to be installed on the 1st!&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/7160768739581746223-4062458972118989255?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4062458972118989255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=4062458972118989255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/4062458972118989255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/4062458972118989255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/fixing-up-cabin.html' title='Fixing up the cabin'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SkKwBeS1RjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QawBMrgLusk/s72-c/cabin3' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-3287341543781469995</id><published>2009-05-20T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:31:35.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5% Chance</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to the Dr. for my monthly checkup. I'm 18 weeks, so I was so excited to find out what we're having. Dr. Beck told me that there's a 5% chance I'll have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You know what that means?!?!?!?! 95% chance it's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm so excited, I can't wait to dress her in little dresses and get hair bows! I need to decide how I'm going to decorate her room.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337943757667038850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/ShQvkOLB9oI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lUlPnhq7d8o/s320/DSC02616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how big my stomach looks in this picture. Looking at just the picture, how far along do you think I am? I feel like I look a lot bigger than other people at 18 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-3287341543781469995?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3287341543781469995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=3287341543781469995&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3287341543781469995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3287341543781469995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-chance.html' title='5% Chance'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/ShQvkOLB9oI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lUlPnhq7d8o/s72-c/DSC02616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-1249248780085965182</id><published>2009-05-12T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:54:01.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Stu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stuart's Birthday was on Tuesday the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. He's now 27 years old. We celebrated last night at his parents house with cake and ice-cream.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Sg22iM3b_7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/hQgXqlcT0vY/s1600-h/DSC02610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Sg22iM3b_7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/hQgXqlcT0vY/s320/DSC02610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336121832189460402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have to lick the candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The cake was very unusual.  We eat dinner every Thursday at his parents house at 6:00pm. I get home at 5:30. So I had Stuart make his cake and put it in the oven. It was a box cake mix so I didn't think anything could go wrong. Well I was wrong. The directions called for 3 eggs,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1 1/4 cups of water&lt;/span&gt;, and 1/4 cup of oil. Stuart put in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 cups of water&lt;/span&gt;! He didn't want to call me to ask what to do so he put it in the oven and was hoping that the extra water would evaporate out. HA! It was a very densely moist cake! It looked like a mixture between tapioca and rice pudding. I guess that's what I get for having Stuart make his own birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-1249248780085965182?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1249248780085965182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=1249248780085965182&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/1249248780085965182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/1249248780085965182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-stu.html' title='Happy Birthday Stu!'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Sg22iM3b_7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/hQgXqlcT0vY/s72-c/DSC02610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-327862016656630180</id><published>2009-04-21T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:28:58.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Se6ACwjoNtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6cIcRZuPDJI/s1600-h/Debbie+Baby+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Se6ACwjoNtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6cIcRZuPDJI/s320/Debbie+Baby+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327336194108307154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the first picture of our baby. We don't know what the gender is yet, but hopefully next month we'll find out. Stu and the Dr. both guess that it's going to be a girl. The baby sure is moving around a lot in there. Too bad I can't feel the movement yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-327862016656630180?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/327862016656630180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=327862016656630180&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/327862016656630180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/327862016656630180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-look.html' title='First look'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Se6ACwjoNtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6cIcRZuPDJI/s72-c/Debbie+Baby+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-5721069278074878785</id><published>2009-04-14T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:53:07.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Guess what? We're expecting a baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm most likely due in October, but we're not positive. I have a Dr. appointment a week from today. I'm really nervous to go to the Dr. so if you know anything that will help, or if you know of any questions I should ask let me know. I'm up for any kind of advice right now.&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/7160768739581746223-5721069278074878785?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5721069278074878785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=5721069278074878785&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5721069278074878785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5721069278074878785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting news!'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-7985918742511068243</id><published>2009-03-24T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:51:15.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Grandma</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad I was able to briefly visit with my Great Grandma a few weeks ago. Because she passed away this morning. I know she's much happier where she is now. It must be really hard to out live most of your children. She was the funniest, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sweetest&lt;/span&gt; lady and I'm going to miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-7985918742511068243?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7985918742511068243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=7985918742511068243&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/7985918742511068243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/7985918742511068243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-grandma.html' title='Great Grandma'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-5049738020281040880</id><published>2009-03-04T14:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:54:25.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with my 100 year old Great Grandma</title><content type='html'>I got to visit a little with my Great Grandma while at my great uncles funeral a few weekends ago. She just turned &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;100 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on December 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2008. My conversation with her was very sweet and oh so funny! She has no idea who I am, and that's fine. It was still enjoyable to talk with her. Our conversation was as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi Grandma! I'm Debbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GGMA&lt;/span&gt;: Oh Hi &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(with a confused look on her face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm Jolene's Daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GGMA&lt;/span&gt;: Oh Jolene!!! I love Jolene &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Jolene was sitting right next to her I think she forgot she was just talking with her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Smiling, aka holding back a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GGMA&lt;/span&gt;: You have such nice teeth&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GGMA&lt;/span&gt;: Mine are false&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, Do you want to take a picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GGMA&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(after the picture was taken) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope my mouth wasn't opened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't worry about that. It was good to talk with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309463679822270834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Sa8BFgelEXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/FMi_9Vj5Tvg/s320/Ggrandma.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and Great Grandma!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309463691868787090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Sa8BGNWsUZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/WBIIHdjXVhk/s320/Together.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Poor grandma her mouth was opened. But that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; she just looks like she was talking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-5049738020281040880?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5049738020281040880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=5049738020281040880&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5049738020281040880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5049738020281040880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/conversation-with-my-100-year-old-great.html' title='Conversation with my 100 year old Great Grandma'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Sa8BFgelEXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/FMi_9Vj5Tvg/s72-c/Ggrandma.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-2466493606959261634</id><published>2009-03-02T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:36:11.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Saxn2IJzuiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/38wndab3RFE/s1600-h/Jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308732240362191394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Saxn2IJzuiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/38wndab3RFE/s320/Jason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a little obsessed. My sister and I are having a THE Bachelor Party tonight for the finale. I had to put the in caps so it doesn't look like my sister and I are going to have a bachelor party...Yikes could be misleading. Anyway I'm so excited for the drama of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DeAnna&lt;/span&gt; coming back! I really hope she's there to tell him she's in love with him and wants him to choose her. and I want him to rip her heart out and step on it like she did to him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-2466493606959261634?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2466493606959261634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=2466493606959261634&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/2466493606959261634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/2466493606959261634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/bachelor.html' title='The Bachelor'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/Saxn2IJzuiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/38wndab3RFE/s72-c/Jason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-8392856631778001838</id><published>2009-02-14T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:18:26.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're in Utah when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE GEMS FROM MY PARENTS COMPUTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've only been to Utah once in my life.  Well let me clarify, I've only been to Salt Lake once. And It was probably one of the most memorable trips on my life.  What makes it especially exciting is that Stuart kissed me for the first time the night before I left. He came over to help me pack... a lot of packing we did :) I went with my friend Becky, for he brother's wedding. We flew in to Salt Lake way too early in the morning and couldn't get a rental car for the longest time. But we enjoyed every minute of the vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SZeHzTXEV8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/__QikAuq7GQ/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SZeHzTXEV8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/__QikAuq7GQ/s320/DSC00230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302856401692153794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Becky and I after finally getting the rental car driving to the wedding. We're eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rolo's&lt;/span&gt; to stay awake and she put the gold foil on her teeth! If you've never tried that you need to do it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SZeFE5jPHKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Nvj1-t-0Vpw/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SZeFE5jPHKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Nvj1-t-0Vpw/s320/DSC00268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302853405466631330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the funniest thing I've ever seen, 4 people in this car all holding a pool to the roof of the car!&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/7160768739581746223-8392856631778001838?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8392856631778001838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=8392856631778001838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/8392856631778001838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/8392856631778001838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-youre-in-utah-when.html' title='You know you&apos;re in Utah when...'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SZeHzTXEV8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/__QikAuq7GQ/s72-c/DSC00230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-7786546517607966749</id><published>2009-02-11T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:09:40.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wasn't tagged to do this, I saw it on my cousin's blog and decided I wanted to try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. When is your "engagement" anniversary: September 09, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. When is your "marriage" anniversary: January 12 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. How long have you known your spouse: Since July 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. How long did you date/court before you were engaged: 5 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Where did you meet your spouse for the first time: At my friend Becky’s house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. What is your spouse's full name: Stuart Matthew Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. Do you have any children yet: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. How many: 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9. Do you have any house pets: I’m not really a pet person so no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10. Do you own a house or rent: Own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;11. Do you live in the country or town/city: City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;12. What is one of your favorite activities together: I would say my favorite activity to do together would be going shopping. But Stuart would say his favorite activity to do together is everything except shopping.&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you have a favorite vacation spot: We love going on cruises. Everyone needs to go on a cruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;14. How many siblings (including in-laws): Wow there are a ton, Let me take a minute to count. There are 15 all together. I don’t think I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; ever counted them all out, that is a lot of siblings, and there are still 2 to get married.&lt;br /&gt;15. What church do you attend: The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;16. Is this the church you were married in: We were married in the temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;17. What town is your current address: Gilbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;18. Do you work or stay at home: Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;19. Where did you honeymoon: On a cruise to Mexico! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;20: Leave a piece of marriage advice: This one is for all the wives out there. When your husband wants to go out with the guys let him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-7786546517607966749?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7786546517607966749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=7786546517607966749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/7786546517607966749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/7786546517607966749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-post.html' title='Love Post'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-3918359104551031347</id><published>2009-01-24T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:04:20.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes it's 80's night, and the feel is right.</title><content type='html'>I'm at my parents house looking on their computer and I come across a file that says Debbie's documents. I looked through the file and found some awesome pictures. I thought this is perfect I finally have some good stuff to blog about. There are some good gems in here, So I won't go months without blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Story behind these pictures.  A few years ago me and a couple of my friends had nothing to do one Saturday night, (I know what you're thinking stupid boys for not asking us out) So we decided to dress up in 80's gear and go dancing. One problem with the dancing thing, we were all under 21 so we couldn't get into any clubs. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SXvUR_X4-MI/AAAAAAAAANo/2MqfkuMui_M/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SXvUR_X4-MI/AAAAAAAAANo/2MqfkuMui_M/s320/DSC00174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295059192438651074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We dressed up anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SXvRauTDybI/AAAAAAAAANg/1XMNZY01mhc/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SXvRauTDybI/AAAAAAAAANg/1XMNZY01mhc/s320/DSC00177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295056043938924978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we danced in the parking lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SXvU38xZUQI/AAAAAAAAANw/ALrUh-sqwBk/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SXvU38xZUQI/AAAAAAAAANw/ALrUh-sqwBk/s320/DSC00173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295059844575351042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't I look Totally Tubular?&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/7160768739581746223-3918359104551031347?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3918359104551031347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=3918359104551031347&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3918359104551031347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3918359104551031347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-yes-its-80s-night-and-feel-is-right.html' title='Oh yes it&apos;s 80&apos;s night, and the feel is right.'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SXvUR_X4-MI/AAAAAAAAANo/2MqfkuMui_M/s72-c/DSC00174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-7683215664306613904</id><published>2009-01-13T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:58:45.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our anniversary. Time sure does fly by. I can't believe how fast 2 years went by. We got married January 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2007. It was the perfect date for us because Stu's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; is May 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and mine is November 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. So the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was the perfect day to get married. We're hoping that when we have kids they will be born on the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of the month. We can hope for it right?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290854664770437058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SWzkSRPcP8I/AAAAAAAAANA/jLF9R7aZ6WI/s320/deb" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-7683215664306613904?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7683215664306613904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=7683215664306613904&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/7683215664306613904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/7683215664306613904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2009/01/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SWzkSRPcP8I/AAAAAAAAANA/jLF9R7aZ6WI/s72-c/deb' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-1354840652823328295</id><published>2008-12-15T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:40:21.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hacked It</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to cut my hair for a really long time. But I told my friend Becky (who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuts&lt;/span&gt; my hair) that I wouldn't cut it till she got home from her mission, I did trim it though, I'm not that gross. So since she came home from her mission a few weeks ago. I finally had her cut it all off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SUbCMRSz6fI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ePo7uHwFArg/s1600-h/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280121129195006450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SUbCMRSz6fI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ePo7uHwFArg/s320/before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before, I'm so excited to get it all chopped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SUbCL306m7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/QYGDSTEtSxU/s1600-h/during.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280121122358729650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SUbCL306m7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/QYGDSTEtSxU/s320/during.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During. There was so much hair, I wish I could have given some of it to my husband. :) I love you Stu! I wanted to donate it to Locks of Love but since the bottom was died they couldn't accept it. So I had to toss is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SUbCLg63YlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CjFZPPXSIpI/s1600-h/1215081339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280121116209668690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SUbCLg63YlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CjFZPPXSIpI/s320/1215081339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the after picture. My hair is so much healthier and easier to work with. I love it!&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/7160768739581746223-1354840652823328295?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1354840652823328295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=1354840652823328295&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/1354840652823328295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/1354840652823328295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hacked-it.html' title='I Hacked It'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SUbCMRSz6fI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ePo7uHwFArg/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-5834914587981516777</id><published>2008-12-04T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:18:11.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Very Sneaky Sir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the time my nieces and nephews are about a week old my dad starts feeding them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's his little treat to give to them every time they come over. They all know where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;marshmallow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cupboard&lt;/span&gt; is, and before they can even talk they stand in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cupboard&lt;/span&gt; and raise their hands for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;. We'll now that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; are getting a little older/smarter this is what is happening to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;marshmallow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cupboard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276061158344719346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SThVq3Rfe_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Rp55JYRIf5U/s320/DSC01952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's l&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ittle&lt;/span&gt; miss Macy sneaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt; while no one is looking. I caught her, but since I'm the favorite aunt I didn't tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SThHyYrpExI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Og0DYmg6884/s1600-h/DSC01950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276045894409065234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SThHyYrpExI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Og0DYmg6884/s320/DSC01950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a close up. You have to give it to her she's brave to sneak right in front of eveyyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SThHyeph36I/AAAAAAAAALs/ifsTq71ezJ4/s1600-h/DSC01948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276045896010817442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SThHyeph36I/AAAAAAAAALs/ifsTq71ezJ4/s320/DSC01948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now she's enjoying the fruits of her labor!&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/7160768739581746223-5834914587981516777?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5834914587981516777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=5834914587981516777&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5834914587981516777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5834914587981516777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-very-sneaky-sir.html' title='I&apos;m Very Sneaky Sir'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SThVq3Rfe_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Rp55JYRIf5U/s72-c/DSC01952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-8169966371092958104</id><published>2008-12-02T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:58:03.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What Do You Do in the Winter Time?</title><content type='html'>Life without the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and cable T.V. gets kind of boring. So Stu and I decided to to spice things up a bit. When my cousin moved to Utah she couldn't fit her love sack in her little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jetta&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm "borrowing" it while she's gone. We had so much fun! The pictures don't do the fun justice, but at least we took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/STWco0UFd_I/AAAAAAAAALc/fUGdQ2fXcP0/s1600-h/DSC01987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275294763585992690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/STWco0UFd_I/AAAAAAAAALc/fUGdQ2fXcP0/s320/DSC01987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Stu. I wasn't very good at getting the picture "in motion" thing down so he got cut off a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/STWcoYlQWUI/AAAAAAAAALU/gPr747082rQ/s1600-h/DSC01999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275294756141816130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/STWcoYlQWUI/AAAAAAAAALU/gPr747082rQ/s320/DSC01999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I looked freaked out, but really I was having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/STWcoHYBLQI/AAAAAAAAALM/lNK1kl_MtC8/s1600-h/DSC01988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275294751522893058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/STWcoHYBLQI/AAAAAAAAALM/lNK1kl_MtC8/s320/DSC01988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like this one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stu&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275294743983855010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/STWcnrSklaI/AAAAAAAAALE/HBj1-cMyEz8/s320/DSC01985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call this one the Gay Superman pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/STWcnT1tJEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0pjrGeGxHUs/s1600-h/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275294737688765506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/STWcnT1tJEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0pjrGeGxHUs/s320/DSC01986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awesome! &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/7160768739581746223-8169966371092958104?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8169966371092958104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=8169966371092958104&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/8169966371092958104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/8169966371092958104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-what-do-you-do-in-winter-time.html' title='Oh What Do You Do in the Winter Time?'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/STWco0UFd_I/AAAAAAAAALc/fUGdQ2fXcP0/s72-c/DSC01987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-3685089586501505284</id><published>2008-11-25T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:19:05.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benefit Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benefit Garage Sale and Bake Sale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday December 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 6:00am&lt;br /&gt;1704 N. Gentry Cir. Mesa, AZ 85213&lt;br /&gt;East of Gilbert Rd./ South of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McKellips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy George &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bowles&lt;/span&gt; passed away on November 3rd, 2008, after a 14-year battle with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Crohn&lt;/span&gt;’s disease. We are hoping to help raise enough money for Sara and her 4 children to stay afloat. They have medical expenses, funeral expenses and normal day to day bills to pay.&lt;br /&gt;If you have anything to donate to this sale please contact Leah Lowe 480-226-8972 or drop off any items at the Lowe Home 1704 N. Gentry Cir. Mesa, AZ 85213&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272676283931320098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SSxPJPdaXyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/X_6PvuBikaE/s320/Jeremy%27s+family.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When Jeremy was in High School he had a two week period of intense abdominal symptoms and discomfort. At the age of 21 he went into the hospital after a 2 month period of strait pain thinking he had appendicitis. While there they found much more. They learned that Jeremy had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Crohn's&lt;/span&gt; disease, a chronic inflammatory disease that primarily involves the small and large intestine, but can also affect other areas of the digestive system. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Crohn&lt;/span&gt;’s is usually found in people while in their teens or twenties. One of the most difficult potentials of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Crohn&lt;/span&gt;’s is the element that it can create small, scattered and shallow crater-like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;erosions&lt;/span&gt; in the inner surface of the bowel. This can create scarring and stiffness that along with narrowing of the bowel, can also lead to obstruction. Now after 28 surgeries, and years of suffering through this process, Jeremy and his family are no closer to peace than when it had all began. Jeremy has had a difficult time keeping employment due to his frequent hospital stays, and this past year has been his attempt to return to the workforce when he took over as manager of Dairy Queen. This year has been what seems like one of the most challenging for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bowles&lt;/span&gt; family, and Jeremy has been in and out of the hospital several times. He has been sick since summer and Sara has managed to keep things going. Unfortunately the disease, took Jeremy’s life.&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/7160768739581746223-3685089586501505284?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3685089586501505284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=3685089586501505284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3685089586501505284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3685089586501505284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/benefit-sale.html' title='Benefit Sale'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SSxPJPdaXyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/X_6PvuBikaE/s72-c/Jeremy%27s+family.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-1047787691468596270</id><published>2008-11-23T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:09:16.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight the Movie!</title><content type='html'>Call me crazy but I went and saw the midnight showing of Twilight. It was so much fun. I'm going to have some good memories about that night for a long time! My shirt says, I'm totally guilty of being a hardcore insanely obsessed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Twilighter&lt;/span&gt;...Team Edward!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SSns-TyTbFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6YiSAZiiiew/s1600-h/DSC02008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SSns-TyTbFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6YiSAZiiiew/s320/DSC02008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272005394021182546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah and I in the theater waiting for the show to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SSns-Fn9kSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/23qXQSlQeoo/s1600-h/DSC02009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SSns-Fn9kSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/23qXQSlQeoo/s320/DSC02009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272005390219710754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren and I, Her shirt said Team Jacob, but we don't discriminate so we let her be in our group! J/K Lauren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SSns-G4a_SI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Daia_ZGDSH4/s1600-h/DSC02005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SSns-G4a_SI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Daia_ZGDSH4/s320/DSC02005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272005390557183266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; Maggie just happened to get tickets to the same theater so she sat with us. And my cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jandi&lt;/span&gt; was sitting right behind us. It was good to be able to catch up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SSns90HYI0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ahYAWglDimE/s1600-h/DSC02000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SSns90HYI0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ahYAWglDimE/s320/DSC02000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272005385519637314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L to R Jennifer, me, Stephanie, and Heather.  Heather gave me my shirt for my birthday and she got similar ones for her self and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; (her sister). We all had a great time, I can't wait to do something crazy like this again with them all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-1047787691468596270?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1047787691468596270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=1047787691468596270&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/1047787691468596270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/1047787691468596270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-movie.html' title='Twilight the Movie!'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SSns-TyTbFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6YiSAZiiiew/s72-c/DSC02008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-7039887214815291798</id><published>2008-11-14T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:42:12.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>This year I had an awesome birthday! I had a family party tonight. Where my dad gave everyone a quiz about me. My brother-in-law did better than Stu on the test! Actually, I think most people did better than Stu on the quiz. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SR5RSrwcrYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qkRecgRIRtI/s1600-h/DSC01974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268737995495484802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SR5RSrwcrYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qkRecgRIRtI/s320/DSC01974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went out to dinner on my actual birthday... because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Joe's&lt;/span&gt; real BBQ gives you free food on your birthday. Also, my visiting teachers threw together a girls night and took me out to dinner for my birthday yesterday. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apple bee's&lt;/span&gt; and I haven't laughed that hard in a long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;. :0) Thanks girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SR5RSgM07fI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pwj-VHsMQNo/s1600-h/DSC01963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268737992393289202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SR5RSgM07fI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pwj-VHsMQNo/s320/DSC01963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And my work threw me a party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SR5RSYIVOuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_wPpTCrYEcY/s1600-h/DSC01957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268737990226950882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SR5RSYIVOuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_wPpTCrYEcY/s320/DSC01957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SR5RSJwU_MI/AAAAAAAAAJw/u0HTSucZUuM/s1600-h/DSC01952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268737986368175298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SR5RSJwU_MI/AAAAAAAAAJw/u0HTSucZUuM/s320/DSC01952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-7039887214815291798?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7039887214815291798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=7039887214815291798&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/7039887214815291798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/7039887214815291798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SR5RSrwcrYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qkRecgRIRtI/s72-c/DSC01974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-9175714771225451203</id><published>2008-11-04T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:26:42.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother Nov. 27, 1974 - Nov. 3, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SRDK6LJsFfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ozygSSnz4TM/s1600-h/Jeremy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264931065170761202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SRDK6LJsFfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ozygSSnz4TM/s320/Jeremy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeremy George &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bowles&lt;/span&gt;, passed away peacefully at home in his sleep November 3, 2008 after a 14–year battle with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crohn&lt;/span&gt;’s disease. Jeremy was born November 27, 1974 in Mesa, Arizona. He graduated form Gilbert High School and served an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; Mission in Vancouver, Canada, where he was first diagnosed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Crohn&lt;/span&gt;’s. He married Sara Lyn Richardson in the Mesa Arizona Temple on September 12, 1997 and is the father of four children: Melodee (10), Cameron (6), Brandon (6) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McKenzee&lt;/span&gt; (3). Jeremy was known for his love of life and family, often laughing with others to the point of breathlessness.&lt;br /&gt;He is survived by his wife, children, and his parents, Don and Jolene &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bowles&lt;/span&gt;; brothers and sisters, Leah (Eric) Lowe, Ben (Maggie) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bowles&lt;/span&gt;, Daniel (Kati) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bowles&lt;/span&gt;, James (Cicily) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bowles&lt;/span&gt;, Deborah (Stuart) Williams; grandparents, Ronald and Bertie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bowles&lt;/span&gt;, Donna Carpenter; great-grandmother, Thelma Carpenter.&lt;br /&gt;An account has been set up at the National Bank in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Overgaard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A visitation will be held 6-8 PM, Thursday, November 6, 2008 at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt; Ward Chapel, Hwy 260, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt;, Arizona. Funeral services will be 1:00 PM, Friday, November 7, 2008 at the same location with a visitation 1 hour prior to the services. Owens Livingston Mortuary of Snowflake handled the arrangements. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264931068923617650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SRDK6ZIcIXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TxCFk3_5tlM/s320/jeremy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We never called them Hospitals we called them Jeremy's Hotels!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264931068716238066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SRDK6YW_xPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4rnZdQKtFq0/s320/Bowles_Family_Pictures_2007_046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and his family taken last November.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-9175714771225451203?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/9175714771225451203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=9175714771225451203&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/9175714771225451203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/9175714771225451203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-brother-nov-27-1974-nov-3-2008.html' title='My Brother Nov. 27, 1974 - Nov. 3, 2008'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SRDK6LJsFfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ozygSSnz4TM/s72-c/Jeremy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-5622925894632806327</id><published>2008-10-30T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:05:09.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to miss her</title><content type='html'>My closest cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Andalynn&lt;/span&gt; moved to Utah today. I will miss the nights at my house where we talked about Twilight and boys, till who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; how early in the morning. I'll miss her at the family parties. And I'll definitely miss all the free Diamondbacks and Suns games she invited me to! The picture below was taken last night after we finished packing all her stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQoOQHmRdTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nJx4hWh_WUc/s1600-h/DSC01883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263034784616117554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQoOQHmRdTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nJx4hWh_WUc/s320/DSC01883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next two are the going away/Family Girls Night Out for Andie. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQoOP6cH-CI/AAAAAAAAAIo/OVw8bP8uyUs/s1600-h/DSC01856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263034781083891746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQoOP6cH-CI/AAAAAAAAAIo/OVw8bP8uyUs/s320/DSC01856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263039065481894546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQoSJTENWpI/AAAAAAAAAI4/I_9N36FCqG8/s320/DSC01857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the free Diamondbacks games we went to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQoOPuNPZrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cNZyhFp6ULc/s1600-h/DSC01677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263034777800238770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQoOPuNPZrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cNZyhFp6ULc/s320/DSC01677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks for all the good memories &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Andalynn&lt;/span&gt;, don't stay in Utah long (find a good guy and move back) and (not to sound like grandma) come and visit me often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQoOPSNFhGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6JJ4blnn3hE/s1600-h/DSC01681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263034770283398242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQoOPSNFhGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6JJ4blnn3hE/s320/DSC01681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7160768739581746223-5622925894632806327?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5622925894632806327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=5622925894632806327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5622925894632806327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5622925894632806327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-going-to-miss-her.html' title='I&apos;m going to miss her'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQoOQHmRdTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nJx4hWh_WUc/s72-c/DSC01883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-7857743516933150044</id><published>2008-10-29T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:27:19.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop and Give Me Twenty</title><content type='html'>For Halloween this year Stu and I were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soldiers&lt;/span&gt;. It was a lot of fun. We had a party on Saturday and yesterday was our ward Trunk or Treat, So we got to dress up twice. Stu wasn't happy about wearing make-up twice but he did anyway, what a trooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQi223FUTEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wqh_9nMU4G4/s1600-h/DSC01866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262657218197867586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQi223FUTEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wqh_9nMU4G4/s320/DSC01866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQi2d6sxNrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kKHhK1NAT5o/s1600-h/DSC01864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262656789671917234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQi2d6sxNrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kKHhK1NAT5o/s320/DSC01864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQi2dLPpglI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_9JXSOoTUig/s1600-h/DSC01873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262656776933311058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQi2dLPpglI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_9JXSOoTUig/s320/DSC01873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7160768739581746223-7857743516933150044?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7857743516933150044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=7857743516933150044&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/7857743516933150044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/7857743516933150044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/10/drop-and-give-me-twenty.html' title='Drop and Give Me Twenty'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQi223FUTEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wqh_9nMU4G4/s72-c/DSC01866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-4291350243983063866</id><published>2008-10-27T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:46:33.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedona Trip</title><content type='html'>Every year we go up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sedona&lt;/span&gt; with a group of friends. The tradition started when we were all single we went up to a date trip date and now we are all married, (except one and he's dating the girl he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; the first year!) It was really exciting to see everyone again. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQYGzNG_RSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jd0YWAGEQI8/s1600-h/DSC01833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261900691391071522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQYGzNG_RSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jd0YWAGEQI8/s320/DSC01833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stu and I right before we hiked down to the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQYGy6lhX4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/7mzHX7LjXpU/s1600-h/DSC01834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261900686418861954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQYGy6lhX4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/7mzHX7LjXpU/s320/DSC01834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stu and Ryan being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Monkeys&lt;/span&gt; in the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THEN THERE'S THE CHEESY PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQYGypJy5AI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WcenmnJt6Gw/s1600-h/DSC01844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261900681739166722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQYGypJy5AI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WcenmnJt6Gw/s320/DSC01844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stu and Ryan pretending to be "Dumb and Dumber"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQYGyatQgdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kEn3Dfv9nkE/s1600-h/DSC01845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261900677861376466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQYGyatQgdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kEn3Dfv9nkE/s320/DSC01845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stu and I so "In Love" we didn't know there was an angry bear behind us!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-4291350243983063866?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4291350243983063866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=4291350243983063866&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/4291350243983063866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/4291350243983063866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/10/sadona-trip.html' title='Sedona Trip'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SQYGzNG_RSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jd0YWAGEQI8/s72-c/DSC01833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-3838618436056341733</id><published>2008-10-22T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:21:28.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think I can do this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I really want to cut my hair like this, I need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt;. Do you think I should do this, will it look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with my face, and do you have a good stylist that can pull this off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260107944049349970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SP-oTk1FlVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zuGy4eYp8fc/s320/Short+hair.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-3838618436056341733?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3838618436056341733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=3838618436056341733&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3838618436056341733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3838618436056341733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-you-think-i-can-do-this.html' title='Do you think I can do this?'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SP-oTk1FlVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zuGy4eYp8fc/s72-c/Short+hair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-770931963601285411</id><published>2008-10-09T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:05:05.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Collecting Butterflies??</title><content type='html'>You know &lt;strong&gt;THOSE&lt;/strong&gt; people who collect Butterflies? The ones that put a needle through their little bodies, just to show them off better? Who in their right mind would do such a thing? Well this is embarrassing to say but my husband just became one of &lt;strong&gt;THOSE&lt;/strong&gt; people. Except for he doesn't collect them the way others do. All my husband has to do to collect a butterfly is to drive down the road at less then 30 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255181806200805890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SO4oAnSx2gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xMOHwtHIfvA/s320/DSC01711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255181808833839234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SO4oAxGiwII/AAAAAAAAAGI/-fXQBJvN1qc/s320/DSC01716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255181807198280434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SO4oArAmGvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3g62ev8lm7w/s320/DSC01710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we have a new antenna ball (or Butterfly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-770931963601285411?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/770931963601285411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=770931963601285411&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/770931963601285411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/770931963601285411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/10/collecting-butterflies.html' title='Collecting Butterflies??'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SO4oAnSx2gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xMOHwtHIfvA/s72-c/DSC01711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-2407338421435110284</id><published>2008-09-26T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:08:24.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas Time Out for Women</title><content type='html'>I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas last weekend with my sister and some cousins and my Aunt. It was so much fun.  We went for a Time Out for Women conference. which I loved. We did have some fun on the strip too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SN1KjojDnVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/l_jHNph50gE/s1600-h/deb+and+leah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250434716624198994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SN1KjojDnVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/l_jHNph50gE/s320/deb+and+leah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leah and I posing in front of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; fountain in the venetian Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SN1Kjs6UM7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/pgpZG9-XDcw/s1600-h/DSC01694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250434717795496882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SN1Kjs6UM7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/pgpZG9-XDcw/s320/DSC01694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More of the Venetian Hotel, It felt like I was in a different country. This is indoors by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SN1Kj8QN_MI/AAAAAAAAAFo/O9zHL8cfYVg/s1600-h/DSC01687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250434721913896130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SN1Kj8QN_MI/AAAAAAAAAFo/O9zHL8cfYVg/s320/DSC01687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole time it felt like we never stopped eating. We had so much food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SN1Kj3NHd6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/A_6h8cn9Jbk/s1600-h/DSC01700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250434720558708642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SN1Kj3NHd6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/A_6h8cn9Jbk/s320/DSC01700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spiritually&lt;/span&gt; fed! This is the only picture I took at the actual conference. Great huh? Nikki is the only one looking at my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-2407338421435110284?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2407338421435110284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=2407338421435110284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/2407338421435110284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/2407338421435110284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/09/las-vegas-time-out-for-women.html' title='Las Vegas Time Out for Women'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SN1KjojDnVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/l_jHNph50gE/s72-c/deb+and+leah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-555630347241769443</id><published>2008-09-23T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:15:14.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest Pictures in the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK,&lt;/span&gt; Everyone has to try this. You relax your lips and blow all the air in your lungs out. As your doing this have someone take your picture. You will laugh your head off. Every picture turns out so different. I picked the best ones of Stu and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SNkilYmI71I/AAAAAAAAAFI/icpRsIpf_9U/s1600-h/DSC01671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249264866329947986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SNkilYmI71I/AAAAAAAAAFI/icpRsIpf_9U/s320/DSC01671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   I never knew I had such full lips! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SNkiluZe17I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zLZcvefvhMI/s1600-h/DSC01632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249264872182437810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SNkiluZe17I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zLZcvefvhMI/s320/DSC01632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&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/7160768739581746223-555630347241769443?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/555630347241769443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=555630347241769443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/555630347241769443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/555630347241769443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/09/funniest-pictures-in-world.html' title='Funniest Pictures in the World'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SNkilYmI71I/AAAAAAAAAFI/icpRsIpf_9U/s72-c/DSC01671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-5199242892222945226</id><published>2008-09-14T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:31:00.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Back</title><content type='html'>I don't have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; at my house right now, So I found some pictures on my parents computer. I don't know when I'll be able to update again, but enjoy... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SM3HIC5Y8jI/AAAAAAAAAFA/E0RpmVfecds/s1600-h/PA090006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SM3HIC5Y8jI/AAAAAAAAAFA/E0RpmVfecds/s320/PA090006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246068081986957874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my sister and I  a few years ago at a family Sunday dinner. We both had braces at the same time and we ended up wearing almost the same thing. People always thought we were twins. We were taking a math class together is was funny.  My hair sure was blond back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SM3Ghbt4MpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YP37-VtR4Ok/s1600-h/PA090001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SM3Ghbt4MpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YP37-VtR4Ok/s320/PA090001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246067418634662546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This clown is my brother, Danny. He's a really funny guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-5199242892222945226?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5199242892222945226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=5199242892222945226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5199242892222945226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5199242892222945226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/09/flash-back.html' title='Flash Back'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SM3HIC5Y8jI/AAAAAAAAAFA/E0RpmVfecds/s72-c/PA090006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-8568454305686051311</id><published>2008-08-30T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:13:18.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my first tag!</title><content type='html'>20 years ago…&lt;br /&gt;1. I was Wonder Woman for Halloween&lt;br /&gt;2. Had surgery to remove my kidney&lt;br /&gt;3. I was a momma’s girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago…&lt;br /&gt;1. I just started Young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Womens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got to start baby-sitting and I loved it&lt;br /&gt;3. I became and Aunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago…&lt;br /&gt;1. I was a senior in High School&lt;br /&gt;2. I got my first cell phone (became a text-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oholic&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3. Got stitches for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago…&lt;br /&gt;1. Started going to a singles ward&lt;br /&gt;2. I met Stu&lt;br /&gt;3. I became friends with 3 amazing people Amber, Becky &amp;amp; Janelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago…&lt;br /&gt;1. Stu and I were newly weds (technically still are)&lt;br /&gt;2. Stu and I bought a house&lt;br /&gt;3. Things started going from I to WE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year…&lt;br /&gt;1. We went to California&lt;br /&gt;2. Bought a new car&lt;br /&gt;3. Got in an accident and had to buy another car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;1. Worked&lt;br /&gt;2. Went on a date with Stu&lt;br /&gt;3. Watched a chick flick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;1. Going to pick out a pattern to make a skirt&lt;br /&gt;2. Having a BBQ with my in laws&lt;br /&gt;3. Blogged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to church&lt;br /&gt;2. Enjoy the 3 day weekend&lt;br /&gt;3. Make dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next year...&lt;br /&gt;1. Hopefully Stu will become a police officer&lt;br /&gt;2. Go on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;3. Decorate my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Stephanie, Monique, and Cicily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-8568454305686051311?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8568454305686051311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=8568454305686051311&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/8568454305686051311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/8568454305686051311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-my-first-tag.html' title='I got my first tag!'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-3439191214634554244</id><published>2008-08-10T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:03:39.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon to be FAMOUS QUOTE by Stuart M. Williams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJ9gZvDr9sI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oTsNHTnANhU/s1600-h/July-aug8+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233007287272732354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJ9gZvDr9sI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oTsNHTnANhU/s320/July-aug8+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stu will probably give me crap for this but it needs to be recorded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it's so funny. About a week ago Stuart and I were driving home around the time the sun sets. For some reason Stuart loves sun sets, he will always comment on the sun set. but this day's particular comment was priceless. He said, " If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I were&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;millionaire&lt;/span&gt; I would watch the sun set &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt;!" Because every one knows you have to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;millionaire&lt;/span&gt; to watch the sun set! So classic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-3439191214634554244?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3439191214634554244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=3439191214634554244&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3439191214634554244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3439191214634554244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/soon-to-be-famous-quote-by-stuart-m.html' title='Soon to be FAMOUS QUOTE by Stuart M. Williams'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJ9gZvDr9sI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oTsNHTnANhU/s72-c/July-aug8+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-6281059462876338976</id><published>2008-08-09T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:54:33.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn Party</title><content type='html'>I went to the barns and noble breaking dawn party with friends/co-workers (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt; and Heather) and my Sister in law Sarah. We are all a little obsessed with the books. While we were there I saw my other sister in law who I had no idea was going to be there! It was a lot of fun. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232716102030527410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJ5Xkhf_C7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/kQEFKLIAQ04/s320/July-aug8+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Stephanie, Me and Heather showing off our shirts right before we left for the party. The back of mine said Edward Cullen about 100 times and then over his name it said Obsessed? Who me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJ5VpL5G9qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zim5Z38pg0o/s1600-h/July-aug8+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232713983106414242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJ5VpL5G9qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zim5Z38pg0o/s320/July-aug8+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Me with 2 of my sister in laws Maggie and Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJ5VpRxaYiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1xHZWB7PLDw/s1600-h/July-aug8+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232713984684745250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJ5VpRxaYiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1xHZWB7PLDw/s320/July-aug8+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       Stephanie and I trying to sneak a bite of the giant cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJ5Vpif_WBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Phz494EPr6E/s1600-h/July-aug8+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232713989175072786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJ5Vpif_WBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Phz494EPr6E/s320/July-aug8+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           Stephanie, Heather and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-6281059462876338976?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6281059462876338976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=6281059462876338976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/6281059462876338976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/6281059462876338976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn-party.html' title='Breaking Dawn Party'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJ5Xkhf_C7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/kQEFKLIAQ04/s72-c/July-aug8+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-3068605086811651811</id><published>2008-08-08T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:19:35.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowl-O-Rama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJzDey7J_8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xooyT4qqy2U/s1600-h/Stu+&amp;amp;+Deb+bowling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232271800931057602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJzDey7J_8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xooyT4qqy2U/s320/Stu+%26+Deb+bowling.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This post is thanks to Danielle Pies. If she did take a picture of us bowling with the ward, I wouldn't have proof that we went. Also, If she didn't take this picture and send it to me at work I would have to actually be working right now (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SHHHH&lt;/span&gt;) :) We went bowling a couple weeks ago with our ward and my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stuey&lt;/span&gt; won! He got the highest score! So everyone can congratulate him all you want. (He loves being the center of attention!) :)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Here's a little snippet into our lives, Stu didn't want me to start this blog so I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hiding&lt;/span&gt; it from him all this time. I finally told him last night! Yeah Go ME! He wasn't mad at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-3068605086811651811?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3068605086811651811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=3068605086811651811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3068605086811651811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3068605086811651811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/bowl-o-rama.html' title='Bowl-O-Rama'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJzDey7J_8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xooyT4qqy2U/s72-c/Stu+%26+Deb+bowling.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-5177577531902811478</id><published>2008-07-31T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:01:31.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding!</title><content type='html'>I found my wedding pictures! This day was so special to me. I married the perfect person, Stuart is kind, wonderful and a peacemaker. Not only did I marry Stuart but I got to have all of my siblings at my sealing. I know that doesn't happen very often and I'm very blessed that I was able to have them all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJKogihZKzI/AAAAAAAAADY/kthLP6H7d7g/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229427394306714418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJKogihZKzI/AAAAAAAAADY/kthLP6H7d7g/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229425866809307890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJKnHoJocvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cznLpuT3NDo/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJKog_fwNzI/AAAAAAAAADg/XFD5qqRl-O0/s1600-h/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The picture below was one of my favorite pictures from my reception. It's my Sister Leah giving her son Zach a kiss. I think it's the sweetest thing. Zachary was the page turner for my guest book. He was very proud that he got the job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJKohG0iEeI/AAAAAAAAADo/wMtNP2AMmus/s1600-h/DSC_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJKohefAw9I/AAAAAAAAADw/lTbAAa_jwzw/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229427410402853842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJKohefAw9I/AAAAAAAAADw/lTbAAa_jwzw/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" 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/7160768739581746223-5177577531902811478?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5177577531902811478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=5177577531902811478&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5177577531902811478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5177577531902811478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/wedding.html' title='Wedding!'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJKogihZKzI/AAAAAAAAADY/kthLP6H7d7g/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-8442715409562280033</id><published>2008-07-30T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:01:31.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Me</title><content type='html'>On a scale from one to ten 1 being not at all and 10 being twins. How much does this little girl look like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJFIclomE2I/AAAAAAAAADA/AiQwCxjujmc/s1600-h/DSC01452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229040298329772898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJFIclomE2I/AAAAAAAAADA/AiQwCxjujmc/s320/DSC01452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJFHsppv4oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1D-ZWMbFqOw/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229039474774631042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJFHsppv4oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1D-ZWMbFqOw/s320/DSC01446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my niece Lily. Everyone always tell me that we look the same. When we first moved into the ward. We were baby-sitting Lily and one of the ladies asked how old she was. She must have thought I was a horrible person cause I told her that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; sure how old she was. I said I think she's a little over one.  After I took in the shocked look on her face I realized that she thought she was my daughter, I told her that she was my niece and I was just baby-sitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-8442715409562280033?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8442715409562280033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=8442715409562280033&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/8442715409562280033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/8442715409562280033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/mini-me.html' title='Mini Me'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SJFIclomE2I/AAAAAAAAADA/AiQwCxjujmc/s72-c/DSC01452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-7921175368567342121</id><published>2008-07-27T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:01:32.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to San Diago</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we took a day trip to San Diego (day tripping it not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt;) for Stuart's mission companions wedding. It was the perfect start to our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SI0MDGoPa9I/AAAAAAAAACI/KT3h9ctObyI/s1600-h/DSC01511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227847989905550290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SI0MDGoPa9I/AAAAAAAAACI/KT3h9ctObyI/s320/DSC01511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is us just outside of the temple, waiting for the couple to come out.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SI0MDZST84I/AAAAAAAAACQ/hWeqfU_txsQ/s1600-h/DSC01514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227847994913846146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SI0MDZST84I/AAAAAAAAACQ/hWeqfU_txsQ/s320/DSC01514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the happy couple, Josh and Heather. The ceremony was so beautiful. Right after all the pictures were taken we went to this nice restaurant right off Pacific Coast Highway for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;luncheon&lt;/span&gt;. As soon as we were done with the luncheon we were headed back towards the temple and not even 10 minutes back on the highway this happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SI0MDpSAUZI/AAAAAAAAACY/Bqnx2NArGdE/s1600-h/DSC01520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227847999207526802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SI0MDpSAUZI/AAAAAAAAACY/Bqnx2NArGdE/s320/DSC01520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got rear ended by a guy in a big Ford truck. The guy was going so fast he made us hit the car in front of us. So (as Stu puts it) we were the bologna in the sandwich. It was the scariest thing. Stu and I flew forward and we both didn't know what happened. Then we got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jostled&lt;/span&gt; around again form hitting the car in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;front&lt;/span&gt; of us. I looked over at Stu and he was still lurched forward. It was pretty scary. Then once I realized what happened, I of coursed Started to cry. The guy told Stu that he was looking out at the beach when it happened. Why do beaches have to be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mesmerizing&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SI0MD1zHonI/AAAAAAAAACg/wr1Hp4Q-8x8/s1600-h/DSC01526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227848002567643762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SI0MD1zHonI/AAAAAAAAACg/wr1Hp4Q-8x8/s320/DSC01526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is all three of the cars involved. Not much damage happened to the car we hit, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-7921175368567342121?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7921175368567342121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=7921175368567342121&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/7921175368567342121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/7921175368567342121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/trip-to-san-diago.html' title='Trip to San Diago'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SI0MDGoPa9I/AAAAAAAAACI/KT3h9ctObyI/s72-c/DSC01511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-3803693910072858871</id><published>2008-07-24T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:01:32.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harder than it looks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SIkrCJTg8DI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W5wkLL1fQQk/s1600-h/DSC01136.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I started this blog I would always be thinking of things to blog about. Now that it's started I'm sitting at my computer thinking...what should I say? So I finally decided. I'm going to recap a little of Stuart and my life together so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SIkpZWmnF8I/AAAAAAAAABg/uHNFipIEwcw/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226754358081165250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SIkpZWmnF8I/AAAAAAAAABg/uHNFipIEwcw/s320/DSC00664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SIkooyOHw8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/B8M3UK779pg/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226753523681051586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SIkooyOHw8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/B8M3UK779pg/s320/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is us dating. Halloween and sedona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SIkqX9tuoPI/AAAAAAAAABw/X7gvSShD0Ic/s1600-h/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226755433731891442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SIkqX9tuoPI/AAAAAAAAABw/X7gvSShD0Ic/s320/DSC00774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SIkqJWXU9OI/AAAAAAAAABo/KeUCNT-CkOw/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226755182650782946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SIkqJWXU9OI/AAAAAAAAABo/KeUCNT-CkOw/s320/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Honeymoon. We went on a cruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry, I don't have any of our wedding pictures on this computer right now. &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/7160768739581746223-3803693910072858871?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3803693910072858871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=3803693910072858871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3803693910072858871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/3803693910072858871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/harder-than-it-looks.html' title='Harder than it looks'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1NOtWUwnqw/SIkpZWmnF8I/AAAAAAAAABg/uHNFipIEwcw/s72-c/DSC00664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160768739581746223.post-5824625868464088540</id><published>2008-07-23T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:19:52.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I'm a blog stalker myself...</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd start my own blog so other people can enjoy stalking it! So post a comment and we'll be blogging buddies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160768739581746223-5824625868464088540?l=stebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5824625868464088540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160768739581746223&amp;postID=5824625868464088540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5824625868464088540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160768739581746223/posts/default/5824625868464088540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stebbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/since-im-blog-stalker-myself_23.html' title='Since I&apos;m a blog stalker myself...'/><author><name>Deb N Stu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222695568981034008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
