<?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-8488054</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:32:52.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And So It Goes...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-3156468153811987619</id><published>2012-02-06T12:38:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T13:34:20.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last call for the binkies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was talking with my Mother-in-law yesterday about when her kids were done with their binkies and today decided to throw ours away. So I asked Emmalyn this morning what she thought about throwing her binkie away in the garbage. She was surpisingly ok with it and wanted to throw it in "garbageman" which means she wanted to throw it in the dumpster garbage. So we got all ready to go outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right before we went outside, not sure why she looks so sad because she really was so excited to go to the "garbageman". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706111888509788866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wWOahKBuFA/TzAuh8NCYsI/AAAAAAAAAME/1cbkrXfEvRw/s320/DSCN3397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's such a big girl, I can't believe how calm she was about this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706113747853711554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f1WkDimDuXo/TzAwOKzLGMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Bsx9z0ZYzR0/s320/DSCN3399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since she was so big I gave her a sucker and a Chocolate bar (the last of her Halloween candy finally). Now we'll see how she really feels when she takes her nap and at bedtime. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706113742481413170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ergt08i80AY/TzAwN2yUVDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OF8SLDJEBFY/s320/DSCN3403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have to admit I'm a little sad that one of her comfort items is gone, it just makes me realize how big she is getting. When she threw them in the garbage I almost cried but I was ok watching how ok she was with it. I'm really interested to see how she does at naptime and bedtime which is in 30 minutes. I just barely asked her if she wanted to go take a nap. She said not yet, then said "no binkie anymore", wow so impressed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-3156468153811987619?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3156468153811987619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=3156468153811987619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/3156468153811987619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/3156468153811987619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2012/02/last-call-for-binkies.html' title='Last call for the binkies'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wWOahKBuFA/TzAuh8NCYsI/AAAAAAAAAME/1cbkrXfEvRw/s72-c/DSCN3397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-5930171546279300750</id><published>2012-02-06T11:50:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T13:28:21.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmalyn's first haircut</title><content type='html'>Emmalyn's hair has been getting so long and was always in her eyes so I decided to give her a little clip of her bangs. My sweet mom was able to do it so that I could hold her still (Em wasn't too happy about having a sharp item so close). We've always taught her to never touch knives, scissors or anything sharp so of course she would be scared of getting her hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her bangs before we cut them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706100751098960290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-14OFe6l9L5w/TzAkZqHX2aI/AAAAAAAAAL4/05NbrKDgapo/s320/DSCN3354.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now after. She was still pretty sad after the haircut but smiled as soon as my Dad came by her. She's only smiling in this picture because my Dad was teasing her here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706100747765338994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhP3nJQQxmM/TzAkZdsk03I/AAAAAAAAALs/0Y5Ji8MJvuM/s320/DSCN3357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-5930171546279300750?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5930171546279300750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=5930171546279300750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/5930171546279300750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/5930171546279300750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2012/02/emmalyns-first-haircut.html' title='Emmalyn&apos;s first haircut'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-14OFe6l9L5w/TzAkZqHX2aI/AAAAAAAAAL4/05NbrKDgapo/s72-c/DSCN3354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-1373794763723835229</id><published>2012-02-06T11:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T11:50:06.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little puddin'</title><content type='html'>Emmalyn has gotten so independant lately which I love, she's so big! After lunch one day she wanted a pudding cup and decided she had a better way of getting the goodness in her mouth.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvp3emO4sW4/TzAgFRbFzgI/AAAAAAAAALg/jo3OkIWSYag/s1600/DSCN3369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706096002826882562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvp3emO4sW4/TzAgFRbFzgI/AAAAAAAAALg/jo3OkIWSYag/s320/DSCN3369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oag15_kzQNI/TzAgFBDK0yI/AAAAAAAAALU/RFJsjcV0vQg/s1600/DSCN3370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706095998431580962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oag15_kzQNI/TzAgFBDK0yI/AAAAAAAAALU/RFJsjcV0vQg/s320/DSCN3370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PBHQoh90ww8/TzAf3n8Q2tI/AAAAAAAAALI/Mp-z0ISY2GM/s1600/DSCN3371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706095768353430226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PBHQoh90ww8/TzAf3n8Q2tI/AAAAAAAAALI/Mp-z0ISY2GM/s320/DSCN3371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then decided it's best to just suck it out hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sM01t0v90Vk/TzAf3W0s7xI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wLdLBJJr3i0/s1600/DSCN3372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706095763758313234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sM01t0v90Vk/TzAf3W0s7xI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wLdLBJJr3i0/s320/DSCN3372.JPG" /&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/8488054-1373794763723835229?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1373794763723835229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=1373794763723835229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/1373794763723835229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/1373794763723835229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-little-puddin.html' title='My little puddin&apos;'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvp3emO4sW4/TzAgFRbFzgI/AAAAAAAAALg/jo3OkIWSYag/s72-c/DSCN3369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-4926371906072423287</id><published>2012-02-06T11:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T11:43:01.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in the sleep</title><content type='html'>Here's how Emmanlyn's nap schedule usually goes. She goes in her room at 2 and knows she has to be in there for 2 hours. She can play, read books, sleep or whatever but she needs to be in there for 2 hours. So she plays for an hour and a half, drops wherever she is and sleeps for 2 hours. So it's hilarious to go in her room once she's quiet to see where she fell asleep. Here are only a couple of those pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is in the corner of her room. To her left is her bed, to the right is her changing table. We filled it up with all of her stuffed animals. looks pretty comfy to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706093764652397170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jauLOMAkrUY/TzAeC_ktcnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/i7xTNRc3RiY/s320/DSCN3381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one is my favorite one! She is sleeping on the back of a bowl chair, I love the foot up on the chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706091738708405586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97S9yEIQ0Ds/TzAcNEWBbVI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ViLMDIi9l9w/s320/DSCN3359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-4926371906072423287?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4926371906072423287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=4926371906072423287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/4926371906072423287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/4926371906072423287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2012/02/caught-in-sleep.html' title='Caught in the sleep'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jauLOMAkrUY/TzAeC_ktcnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/i7xTNRc3RiY/s72-c/DSCN3381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-6366920741114293744</id><published>2011-11-21T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:09:00.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Your Arms - Kina Grannis (Official Music Video)</title><content type='html'>Must check out this video, I love the song and the background was actually made with real jelly beans. Also the first song that is played on my blogs playlist is the actual song, just to entice you to listen :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IOu0DuxFAT0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-6366920741114293744?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6366920741114293744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=6366920741114293744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/6366920741114293744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/6366920741114293744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-your-arms-kina-grannis-official.html' title='In Your Arms - Kina Grannis (Official Music Video)'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IOu0DuxFAT0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-3091238130316264285</id><published>2011-09-15T17:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T17:34:10.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New job and a new home!</title><content type='html'>Matt was hired at 2 different jobs YAY! They're both part-time so that's why he went for 2. One is with Metro security, he didn't have to go through the training process as he already had a security liscense. His first shift was on Monday at the State Fair. The other job is with Enterprise car rental and today was his first day on the job. He already told me that his co-workers are great to work with. They also just told him that his family gets a 40% discount so if anyone is ever in need of a car rental ask Matt and he'll hook you up (he told me to write this). Also we are finally back in our own apartment again. We had such a BLAST at my parents house and Matt's parents we were all sad to leave both, thanks so much for everything Mom and Dad!!!! We're up at the University Village again, we just loved our ward so much and it's really great to be this close to campus for Matt. It took about a week but we're just about completely unpacked, all that's left to do is put up decorations. I won't lie though I've had to get pretty creative. In our other apartment (the 300 court where we lived before and 700 court where we now live have a different set-up) there was a linen closet, a pantry and tons of counters not to mention a storage closet. I have none of those here so the closets and cupboards we do have are filled to the brim. We also realized that we needed to find a bookcase or 2 so we looked on ksl.com and actually found some free ones!!!!! There wasn't a picture of them so we called and decided to give them a look. There were 4 of them and luckily they folded up for easy transportation. I LOVE THEM!!!! They are a dark cherrywood and we've been able to get all of our AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Sorry Emmalyn just spit a mouth full of liquified crackers all over me! To finish my last sentence, we've been able to get all of our books, cd's and movies on them. Well anyway, pictures soon to come of our decorated home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-3091238130316264285?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3091238130316264285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=3091238130316264285&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/3091238130316264285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/3091238130316264285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-job-and-new-home.html' title='New job and a new home!'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-5601750319262363719</id><published>2011-07-18T09:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T09:55:09.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of a decade</title><content type='html'>Many people have already blogged about this so I'm just going to add my thoughts to theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced to Harry Potter in junior high by my friend Marianne who told me that the books were amazing and you can't put them down. It sounded like my kind of book as I had previously been into everything that Rohld Dahl wrote and other authors like that so I thought I'd give them a try. At that time the 3rd book was out and people were anxiously awaiting the 4th book, I quickly became one of them as I could not put those first 3 books down. The books are just like plunging your face into a pensieve and watching everything happen. Her details are exact and you can imagine every single thing that is going on. I recently finished the series Fablehaven which is also an AMAZING book but one thing I didn't like was when something big happens in the book you have to read and re-read the sentence a few times because there was no warning and it gets a little confusing. When J. K. Rowling writes you understand everything and even find yourself gasping when it happens. I grew up along with the books and had many dreams where I was with the characters in their world. I use to believe that I couldn't see them because they were under the invisibility cloak but they were there. When the first movie came out I was in heaven because I could finally put a face with the characters. I was even more excited when I realized my initials were the same as Harry Potters (at the time) and the actor who plays Harry Potter shared the same birthday as me. I stayed up all night readying those books, I pre-ordered them, I'd go crazy when each book ended because I couldn't wait for the next installment. When the 7th book came out I spent every minute I could to find out how it ended, it made me a little sad though because that world came to an end but I still had the movies to look forward to. With the end of the final movie there was a huge feeling of sadness because I realized I was done with that world. Oh I'll always be able to re-visit the books and even watch the movies but there isn't anything else to anticipate anymore. It's like a friend moved away and I wont get to see them again. Call me cheesy and maybe I am but I will miss that world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-5601750319262363719?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5601750319262363719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=5601750319262363719&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/5601750319262363719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/5601750319262363719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2011/07/end-of-decade.html' title='End of a decade'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-6865533952317376123</id><published>2011-07-18T08:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T09:33:45.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a nut shell</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while since I've blogged but that's not entirely my fault. I've tried a couple of times before but as Marisa pointed out that blogger has a problem with internet explorer which is what I am using so it's deleted my blog after trying to post. So frustrating especially since my last attempt was quite a long blog. So here's another try to tell you guys of all the happenings going on in my life. As everyone will start out there's not much to tell because life for me is BORING but I'll try as much as possible to keep the whining down.&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I were living with my parents for what was suppose to be a month and a half and turned into 3 when his job decided to tell him that you can't stay in Alabama if you don't bring in results. I was excited to see a new state but in all honesty I wasn't looking forward to being away from friends and family. It's going to be really hard for me if Matt gets a permanent job in another state someday (if we ever finish college). So in the middle of June Matt decided that we should move in with Matt's parents because he hasn't had the feeling of being at home since we left our apartment in March. I completely understood what he was talking about but that meant that I'd be home with Matt's family all day until Matt gets home from work around 6. PLEASE don't get me wrong I absolutely love Matt's family, they are always kind to us but it's just always awkward to get something to eat when it's not the house you grew up in. Matt works with a few other guys doing lawn care, it's not the best job but it's something to pay the bills.&lt;br /&gt;We've loved living with both families but we are all REALLY ready to move into a place of our own. I just started looking at craigslist.com for some places that are foreclosed (is that how you say it?) and there are some really good deals out there. You have to pay 200 bucks to even look at the whole website and after 6 months if you don't find anything than you get that 200 back. We're just going to look until mid August when we were going to move into our old apartment complex. I've seen houses with yards that are as little as 600 a month with a rent to own situation, this would be ideal for us and that's what we're on the lookout for. Well I know it was a long post but now you know me so much better. Oh ya one last thing, my brother comes home from serving a mission in Oklahoma on August the 4th!!!!! I'm so excited to see him, we've already started planning a harry potter fest so he can see the last 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-6865533952317376123?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6865533952317376123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=6865533952317376123&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/6865533952317376123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/6865533952317376123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-in-nut-shell.html' title='Life in a nut shell'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-8868895191355148913</id><published>2011-06-24T15:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T15:42:54.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORMON RAP</title><content type='html'>So I was sitting talking to my Mother-in-Law and saw an old cassette tape labeled Mormon Rap. I asked her "what in the world is mormon rap" she said "you HAVE to hear this song" and Emmalyn just could not resist the urge to dance. Here is a little taste, I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b3efec8df73483a5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db3efec8df73483a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331651134%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77F7FF9E2110AAB75107FEDF14944041D7863F94.3B5773D7E2D20D6D14F8C79A1A8E16F9C18F15CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db3efec8df73483a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeziP_kI7uro1MKuuKPhTJjn-y68&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db3efec8df73483a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331651134%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77F7FF9E2110AAB75107FEDF14944041D7863F94.3B5773D7E2D20D6D14F8C79A1A8E16F9C18F15CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db3efec8df73483a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeziP_kI7uro1MKuuKPhTJjn-y68&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-8868895191355148913?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8868895191355148913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=8868895191355148913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/8868895191355148913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/8868895191355148913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2011/06/mormon-rap.html' title='MORMON RAP'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-709298867717288918</id><published>2011-04-22T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T08:30:35.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt's selling journey so far</title><content type='html'>So Matt has been in Georgia for 2 weeks now and I thought you all should know just how he is doing. He started out in Thomasville Georgia and for a week was having no luck. He was lonely, discouraged and living off of PB&amp;amp;J's everyday. Then on Monday April the 18th he made 2 sales in one day, then the next day he got one more. He's now in Columbus Georgia selling and more people are passing credit checks than in Thomasville (you have to pay $200 more dollars if you don't pass it, so most people don't do it). He's made a really good friend with a guy up there who has been asking a lot about the church and even considering going with Matt to church on Sunday. We'll keep you posted on that but Matt says he's a really nice guy and really fun to be around. I miss Matt like CRAZY but I'm getting by with both my families. For those who live in Utah, Matt comes back on Friday the 13th of May at 2 in the afternoon and we leave for Georgia on monday the 16th. We were able to get 2 round trip tickets for free, except $15 of tax. If anyone wants to know more about that reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-709298867717288918?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/709298867717288918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=709298867717288918&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/709298867717288918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/709298867717288918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2011/04/matts-selling-journey-so-far.html' title='Matt&apos;s selling journey so far'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-5440693352103960568</id><published>2011-04-06T14:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:54:06.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Trouble!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DTCZUD__sU/TZzgwVc38bI/AAAAAAAAAKY/OyGz1dsD7Gg/s1600/toilet%2Bbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592591958283907506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DTCZUD__sU/TZzgwVc38bI/AAAAAAAAAKY/OyGz1dsD7Gg/s320/toilet%2Bbaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we're staying at my parents home in West Valley and it's a little hard to keep things baby proofed like cabinets and doors closed. When we lived in our aparment you just always closed the bathroom after you but now I can't get people to close them!!! As a result of this if it ever gets silent I make a mad dash to the bathroom and sure enough there I'll find her playing in the toilet with a huge puddle on the floor. I just did this 5 minutes ago and this time she had my hairbrush in the toilet!!!!!! ARGH!!!! What am I going to do with her? I have to admit it is pretty hard to stay mad at her especially when she signs the word "sorry" with her little hand so I get over it pretty fast. As I'm writing this Emmalyn just sqeezed her apple juice box on my pants and spilled a bag of Quaker Rice Snacks on me. I was about to explode when Matt just walked in the door with flowers for me. I just started crying! I love that man so much and I'm going to miss him like crazy! Ok so now life is ok again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-5440693352103960568?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5440693352103960568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=5440693352103960568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/5440693352103960568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/5440693352103960568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2011/04/potty-trouble.html' title='Potty Trouble!'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DTCZUD__sU/TZzgwVc38bI/AAAAAAAAAKY/OyGz1dsD7Gg/s72-c/toilet%2Bbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-8356229955563570468</id><published>2011-04-04T10:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:00:20.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RED NAILS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;are empowering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just colored my fingernails red the other day and I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; them!&lt;br /&gt;Also my awesome Mother-in-law colored Emmalyn's fingers and toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and she she looks adorable. This is a first for me and I hope it's&lt;br /&gt;not the last :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8488054-8356229955563570468?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8356229955563570468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=8356229955563570468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/8356229955563570468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/8356229955563570468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2011/04/red-nails-are-empowering-i-just-colored.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-4329781747573686916</id><published>2011-03-28T09:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T10:13:03.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces of Emmalyn</title><content type='html'>My dear sister Emily took some more pictures of Emmalyn the other day and these are the result of that photshoot. I absolutely love every single one of them. Emmalyn is just so photogenic and also my sister is so good at taking good pictures. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0kjlw3S-rc/TZC_UvZUgUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SSoJrN-WpBc/s1600/IMG_8330-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589177500607742274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0kjlw3S-rc/TZC_UvZUgUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SSoJrN-WpBc/s320/IMG_8330-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Giwk37rNLI/TZC_T6u5-vI/AAAAAAAAAKI/tj8vsVUXaCU/s1600/IMG_8364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589177486471199474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Giwk37rNLI/TZC_T6u5-vI/AAAAAAAAAKI/tj8vsVUXaCU/s320/IMG_8364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5cjrSjWY07k/TZC_TUQ4WuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lXrau7ZdzcY/s1600/IMG_8337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589177476144716514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5cjrSjWY07k/TZC_TUQ4WuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lXrau7ZdzcY/s320/IMG_8337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aQMO64-HlB8/TZC_TLwh-OI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xfI13gTdiQs/s1600/IMG_8292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589177473861548258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aQMO64-HlB8/TZC_TLwh-OI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xfI13gTdiQs/s320/IMG_8292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ohobB_81xDc/TZC_SrZQBFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CUSWD2ephyg/s1600/IMG_8328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589177465173967954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ohobB_81xDc/TZC_SrZQBFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CUSWD2ephyg/s320/IMG_8328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As for the latest news, Matt was in Nevada this last weekend selling for Vivint and was able to sell a system while there. That makes 2 for him now, YAY! 8 more and he gets an Iphone which he really wants. When he got home he told me that he leaves for Alabama in about a week and a half which totally stinks! I had a hard time with him being gone for 3 days so I hope that I will be able to get through April with out Matt. He is the bread to my butter and the breath to my life. So once again I will ask if all my lovely friends would like to get together sometime in April before I leave for THE WHOLE SUMMER! Come on guys lets be friends and get together. &lt;br /&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/8488054-4329781747573686916?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4329781747573686916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=4329781747573686916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/4329781747573686916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/4329781747573686916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2011/03/faces-of-emmalyn.html' title='Faces of Emmalyn'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0kjlw3S-rc/TZC_UvZUgUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SSoJrN-WpBc/s72-c/IMG_8330-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-2681709465435344900</id><published>2011-02-16T13:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T10:17:22.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jibber Jabber Baby</title><content type='html'>So this morning Matt decided to get in Emmalyn's crib with her so she just talked with him while he was there. I love listening to her babble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-10b6ca7d93a33bc0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D10b6ca7d93a33bc0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331651134%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63AD695795CE4B068D7C0C74323EE1ED1DB4AFD4.78F6D1F32081203D27CB67EBF867A31C510D16B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D10b6ca7d93a33bc0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4QW0iw8KTZbYH2CdDbbP5TzZHJE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D10b6ca7d93a33bc0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331651134%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63AD695795CE4B068D7C0C74323EE1ED1DB4AFD4.78F6D1F32081203D27CB67EBF867A31C510D16B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D10b6ca7d93a33bc0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4QW0iw8KTZbYH2CdDbbP5TzZHJE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-2681709465435344900?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2681709465435344900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=2681709465435344900&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2681709465435344900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2681709465435344900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2011/02/jibber-jabber-baby.html' title='Jibber Jabber Baby'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-1461598877906179516</id><published>2011-02-04T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:12:00.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes being made</title><content type='html'>So Matt decided  yesterday that life is just too stressful for him with 3 full time  things, school and 2 full time jobs. He doesn't have time to sleep, do  homework, sell security systems and go to work so we decided something  had to go. It couldn't be either of his jobs because we need the money  so the only logical thing was to leave school for the semester. that  being said we have to move out of our apartment because you can't live  there if you are not attending school. So at the end of  February/starting of March (not sure when yet) we are moving in with my Mom and Dad just until April.&lt;br /&gt;In April everyone who is not in school leaves  for the summer to go sell and as we won't be in school that means we're  leaving on April 11th. My sister is getting married on the 14th of May  so either I stay here while Matt is gone for the month or I go and we  all fly back for the wedding. Not sure what yet but I'll let you all  know. We decided all of this just yesterday as today is the last day to  withdraw from your classes. The reason for dropping school is because he  was not able to devote anytime to homework and when he did he just  couldn't figure things out because he was so tired. The main hope for  working this summer is to make enough so that Matt won't have to work  during school and can devote all of his time to his classes. The good  thing is that he's not quitting school he is just taking this semester  off as he REALLY needs to get some sleep. It also means one more month  to sell which will help out a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-1461598877906179516?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1461598877906179516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=1461598877906179516&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/1461598877906179516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/1461598877906179516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2011/02/changes-being-made.html' title='Changes being made'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-5205115761286415426</id><published>2011-01-28T11:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T11:58:11.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January</title><content type='html'>So we are getting more and more excited to leave Utah and head to Alabama for the summer  but also more and more nervous as well. I've never lived for more than a  week at a time out of the state so this will be a really big adventure  for me. Also it kind of scares me that Matt has not made any sales yet  which isn't a very good indicator. Matt actually gets to go to Alabama  next week from Monday to Wednesday which makes me a loner for a while,  anyone up for a party? a visit? an online chat? ANYTHING people  seriously I will be SO bored at that time! I'm interested to find out  what Matt thinks of Alabama. I just found out that wherever we live is  going to be fully furnished so we don't have to take all of our stuff  down there. We may just have Emmalyn in the pack N' Play all summer who  knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is slowing down a little bit but I'm  hoping it picks up with February's awesome benefits. which are if your party earns at least $125 you get $50 instead of the original $25. If it gets over $400 all 4 benefits double to $50 instead of just the $25. It's a great month to have a party, especially since it's Valentines Month so anyone interested let me know. I'd love to do a party for you. I've got a goal of  having 4 different parties for people I don't know, now all I need to do is  find some people I  don't know.......... wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmalyn is just a  walking, gabbing 1 year old, CRAZY! Her only level of volume is yelling  so she is always trying to be louder than anything else that makes  noise. She'll also starting talking in her own language to herself and  I'll all of the sudden here her laugh at herself, like she said  something funny. I don't know what she's saying but she makes me laugh  so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last thing on my mind is, I miss the sun! I'm so done with winter time.  The coldness keeps me inside which makes me go insane. I can't wait for  Spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-5205115761286415426?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5205115761286415426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=5205115761286415426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/5205115761286415426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/5205115761286415426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2011/01/january.html' title='January'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-1349602224889449727</id><published>2011-01-11T10:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T10:38:48.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET HOME ALABAMA</title><content type='html'>We're moving to Alabama baby!!!! Ok only for the summer but still I'm pretty excited. Matt is going to be selling security systems for APEX soon to be VIV-INT (I think that's how to spell it). Matt will leave as soon as his finals are over for the semester and I will stay until after my sister gets married on May 14th SO EXCITING!!! Then we'll head back after that.&lt;br /&gt;My awesome brother gets home from him mission sometime in August so depending on when he gets home we may come back a little earlier or right before school starts in the fall. Anyway, wish us luck! I am dreding packing :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-1349602224889449727?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1349602224889449727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=1349602224889449727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/1349602224889449727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/1349602224889449727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2011/01/sweet-home-alabama.html' title='SWEET HOME ALABAMA'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-5866981140012636661</id><published>2010-12-15T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:49:13.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid History - Episode 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/80entLldZOg?fs=1" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-5866981140012636661?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5866981140012636661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=5866981140012636661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/5866981140012636661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/5866981140012636661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2010/12/kid-history-episode-1.html' title='Kid History - Episode 1'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/80entLldZOg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-7221668445580580028</id><published>2010-12-15T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:48:38.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid History - Episode 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pXChsJCHNVM?fs=1" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-7221668445580580028?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7221668445580580028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=7221668445580580028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/7221668445580580028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/7221668445580580028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2010/12/kid-history-episode-2.html' title='Kid History - Episode 2'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pXChsJCHNVM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-2891756242680122209</id><published>2010-12-08T15:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T15:59:27.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey Day</title><content type='html'>fSo today is a grey day and I'm not just talking about the weather. I'm talking about the kind of day when you don't have the motivation to do ANYTHING and that's what I'm feeling today. It's not the blues because I'm not entirely sad but I just don't want to do anything. It's really quite a bummer really because I've got 2 people somewhat dependant on me. What's worse is when I get in these moods the only thing I do want to do is watch movies or be on the computer which doesn't help when there are things I need to do. Does anyone out there get in these kinds of ruts? How do you get yourself out of them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-2891756242680122209?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2891756242680122209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=2891756242680122209&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2891756242680122209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2891756242680122209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2010/12/grey-day.html' title='Grey Day'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-4306814195877010530</id><published>2010-11-14T23:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:37:30.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmalyn's first word in action</title><content type='html'>Alright so in addition to saying momma dadda and hi we figured that Emmalyn's first real word was tickle because she actually tries to tickle us while she says it. Here's a clip of her trying to tickle me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="333" height="277" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eb2d1456d173e81f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deb2d1456d173e81f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331651134%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66825B6B8E65732AD3A2296BF593169CC01C1429.768A63FCB2D7D8A85DC1334FD4E50D7B0EEA208D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deb2d1456d173e81f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCkujTcSBTU0Qkt26SR1Pg50ST-c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="333" height="277" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deb2d1456d173e81f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331651134%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66825B6B8E65732AD3A2296BF593169CC01C1429.768A63FCB2D7D8A85DC1334FD4E50D7B0EEA208D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deb2d1456d173e81f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCkujTcSBTU0Qkt26SR1Pg50ST-c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-4306814195877010530?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4306814195877010530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=4306814195877010530&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/4306814195877010530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/4306814195877010530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2010/11/emmalyns-first-word-in-action.html' title='Emmalyn&apos;s first word in action'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-4333135391891828895</id><published>2010-11-11T21:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:59:55.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots O' Changes</title><content type='html'>So Matt and I have made a couple of changes to our occupations this week. I've started my own independent business with Premier Jewlery, meaning I'm going to be selling jewlery. I've always wanted to do something like this because I love it when us girls all get together and have a good time. I was very close to selling Mary Kay as I love the product but after learning about what it takes to become a consultant I really couldn't see myself doing it. Then when I was visiting teaching one of the sisters in my ward she was telling me how she sells jewlery and I thought, "oh no she's going to try and get me to host a party" as most of us would think right off. Then when she heard that I almost did Mary Kay she came over and talked to me about it and it was so much different! I can't wait to do this, and get to meet new people not to mention help out with finances. Seriously, I'm excited so now I have to put in a plug, if anyone is interested in hosting a party I would love to do one for you. You wouldn't have to buy jewlery at all, it's just to help me practice and also just for holding a party you automatically get $25.00 of free jewlery which means if you find something that you like but can't afford it just host a party and then you'll be able to. And come on, it's me I'm not pushy at all!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as for Matt he is still doing security guarding but he has also decided to join APEX selling security systems. Which means that next summer we'll be moving for 4 months to wherever they send us and I have to tell you I'm really excited about. I've never lived outside of Utah before, atleast not more than a week and I can't wait! Too bad we signed on this early eh? So hopefully these changes are going to be for good and don't end up being a problem, we feel really good about both so here's hoping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-4333135391891828895?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4333135391891828895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=4333135391891828895&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/4333135391891828895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/4333135391891828895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2010/11/lots-o-changes.html' title='Lots O&apos; Changes'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-484904101505830333</id><published>2010-11-11T21:44:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:48:56.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmalyn's 1 year birthday!</title><content type='html'>Here she is just starting out licking every single finger. She kept looking at me, are you serious you're really going to let me eat this by myself?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TNzGt7CHYNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/goGa3M43vVw/s1600/Cake%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538520134001844434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TNzGt7CHYNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/goGa3M43vVw/s320/Cake%2B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting it all over the mouth.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TNzGn9UHfnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cQLoEfB-QKs/s1600/Cake%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538520031535005298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TNzGn9UHfnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cQLoEfB-QKs/s320/Cake%2B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see the sugar in her eyes, she stayed up until 1:00 that night. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TNzGhquPZpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HH_dGALXgDQ/s1600/Cake%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538519923465086610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TNzGhquPZpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HH_dGALXgDQ/s320/Cake%2B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then she went crazy!!!!! We had a blast that night and by the looks of it so did Emmalyn.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TNzGdzPGdWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EKltOxdSYPk/s1600/Cake%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538519857030919522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TNzGdzPGdWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EKltOxdSYPk/s320/Cake%2B4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say her diaper the next morning brought new meaning to the song, "New Moon"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TNzGMm-ZtJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rViyL7_y3ps/s1600/Blue%2BTub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538519561681876114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TNzGMm-ZtJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rViyL7_y3ps/s320/Blue%2BTub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/8488054-484904101505830333?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/484904101505830333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=484904101505830333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/484904101505830333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/484904101505830333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2010/11/emmalyns-1-year-birthday.html' title='Emmalyn&apos;s 1 year birthday!'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TNzGt7CHYNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/goGa3M43vVw/s72-c/Cake%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-250779630997733906</id><published>2010-11-05T11:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T11:44:00.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas music in November? Count me in!</title><content type='html'>While driving down to West Valley this morning I decided to turn to FM 100.3 and lo and behold they are already playing Christmas music. I'm sorry for all of you who don't believe in music until December but I believe that it is just too good of music to only hear for 1 month. I was singing my heart out and it made me so happy! I love this time of year, beautiful colors everywhere you look and just cool enough for a sweater or a jacket although I'm sure that will be changing very soon. What a wonderful world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-250779630997733906?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/250779630997733906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=250779630997733906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/250779630997733906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/250779630997733906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='Christmas music in November? Count me in!'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-6505890002132383744</id><published>2010-11-05T11:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T11:33:32.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it, my little girl is 1 years old today! I can hardly believe it myself, this last year has gone by so fast. Now I can say a year ago I wasn't pregnant. At this moment 1 year ago I was holding my new daughter only a few hours old, feeling like junk but not being able to take my eyes off of her. Everyone told me to have her stay with the nurses during the night but I really didn't want to let her go. I had waited 9 months to get her and I didn't want to be away from her for a moment more. (New moms-to-be I don't encourage this because after 3 or 4 nights of no sleep I was crying at everything).&lt;br /&gt; It's amazing to me how much Emmalyn has changed in 1 year, she's crawling, walking along everything (with assistance still) says words like Momma, Dada, tickle, hi (especially when holding a phone to her ear) and I absolutely love her babbling, she really thinks that she is talking to me and we love making up what she is saying. Her smile and laughter can turn my day around so quickly it's the best medicine. I love my little girl so much and can't imagine how we did with out her. Here's to many more birthdays, who knows what she'll be doing by this time next year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-6505890002132383744?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6505890002132383744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=6505890002132383744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/6505890002132383744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/6505890002132383744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-year-birthday.html' title='1 year birthday!!!'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-6867923209316708253</id><published>2010-10-18T15:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T15:11:41.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at those eyes.</title><content type='html'>My sister Emily wanted to take some pics of Emmalyn and this is one of them. Isn't she just gorgeous? My sister is so good with a camera, thanks Em!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TLzFoDIUmAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UO-IDCnhP_M/s1600/Pretty+Em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529511734329776130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TLzFoDIUmAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UO-IDCnhP_M/s320/Pretty+Em.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-6867923209316708253?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6867923209316708253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=6867923209316708253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/6867923209316708253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/6867923209316708253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2010/10/look-at-those-eyes.html' title='Look at those eyes.'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TLzFoDIUmAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UO-IDCnhP_M/s72-c/Pretty+Em.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-2506163460450349454</id><published>2010-09-10T12:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:38:57.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics of my little angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TIqHzAXkN-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/8D7sWJziczM/s1600/September+2010+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515370004010514402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TIqHzAXkN-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/8D7sWJziczM/s320/September+2010+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A very common face for Emmalyn, just picture her saying oooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TIqHyiPVzFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BmKTctRX9Kw/s1600/September+2010+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515369995922951250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TIqHyiPVzFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BmKTctRX9Kw/s320/September+2010+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bath time with the duckies, she loves chewing on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TIqHyPcPfeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dS3M_KeiGZ8/s1600/September+2010+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515369990876790242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TIqHyPcPfeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dS3M_KeiGZ8/s320/September+2010+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend Kendall and me taking our little girls on the carousel at the zoo, they both really loved it. I didn't leave Emmalyn like this, we sat in one of the none moving chairs and then posed after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TIqHxkzRBlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mN9xzx9ZHr8/s1600/September+2010+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515369979430635090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TIqHxkzRBlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mN9xzx9ZHr8/s320/September+2010+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't that the most adorable face you ever saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little video clip of Emmalyn playing with her dad, it makes me laugh every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a55b686cd1b045d3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da55b686cd1b045d3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331651134%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B2733FAA69C4BF2358B5E29FF20EB6959B9EB11.2BF537CA499DD8FC4B06FEEAD44AAC293D20CB13%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da55b686cd1b045d3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwoKct1Gho3dbgm8GB5YROMJ5jWU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da55b686cd1b045d3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331651134%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B2733FAA69C4BF2358B5E29FF20EB6959B9EB11.2BF537CA499DD8FC4B06FEEAD44AAC293D20CB13%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da55b686cd1b045d3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwoKct1Gho3dbgm8GB5YROMJ5jWU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/8488054-2506163460450349454?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2506163460450349454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=2506163460450349454&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2506163460450349454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2506163460450349454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2010/09/pics-of-my-little-angel.html' title='Pics of my little angel'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TIqHzAXkN-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/8D7sWJziczM/s72-c/September+2010+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-4895907368288661896</id><published>2010-07-20T18:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T19:01:54.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pair of Sickies!</title><content type='html'>Last week we watched one of my nephews and the next day we found out that he had a virus called Hand-foot-and-mouth which is very contagious. So we were watching to see if Emmalyn would get it. Sure enough she did which means that I also got it but only a mild case. But it feels like the flu which doesn't feel mild to me. On the eve of my birthday too!!! Hopefully it will be gone before then cuz we're both miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also doesn't help that our apartment is stifling hot so we just put Emmalyn in a onsie day and night. Also since Emmalyn just started crawling so her crawling around on the carpet just irritates the spots on her knees. Poor little girl, I can take her being sick but when I'm sick too and I just want to sleep all day it's hard to take care of a baby. I took her to the pediatricial and they said it's on the down hill which is wonderful, we just can't take her anywhere until she is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-4895907368288661896?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4895907368288661896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=4895907368288661896&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/4895907368288661896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/4895907368288661896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2010/07/pair-of-sickies.html' title='A pair of Sickies!'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-381118228084524605</id><published>2010-07-12T20:48:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:06:29.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAGOON DAY &amp; MONOPOLY!!!</title><content type='html'>So I would say that one of the most happiest places in Utah is Lagoon! I absolutely love that place, so many memories and I think that I have gone there almost every year since I was little (except for last year because I was looking forward to having Emmalyn too much). Something that I also use to do when I was little was play monopoly the night before going to Lagoon but my husband Matt had to work his grave shift which presented a problem. I was just going to forgo the game but my cute hubs suggested that since we have 2 sets of Monopoly he could take the Disney set to work (thank you Angie for that set) and I'd play with the regular set at home. Since we have free minutes talking to each other we just talked on the phone from around 10 PM to around 3 PM. Matt usually secures buildings during the night but this particular night he had to work in his car so he had to do some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finagling&lt;/span&gt; to get everything to fit just right. He's got his money pile in the door handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TDvj34PcL8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/nf0XQNXlejg/s1600/Matt+and+Monopoly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493234719637909442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TDvj34PcL8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/nf0XQNXlejg/s400/Matt+and+Monopoly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TDvjzEgmBiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sqG7mBmmWxQ/s1600/Monopoly+config+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493234637031736866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TDvjzEgmBiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sqG7mBmmWxQ/s400/Monopoly+config+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of tired so forgive the tired look. My set up was a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TDvjuNlUWCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0lmVPB8JmC0/s1600/Heather+and+Monopoly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493234553568122914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TDvjuNlUWCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0lmVPB8JmC0/s400/Heather+and+Monopoly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TDvjf-VWOQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VLYEDDagJr0/s1600/Monopoly+config+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493234308956436738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TDvjf-VWOQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VLYEDDagJr0/s400/Monopoly+config+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lagoon was so much fun, we were able to go with my brother-in-law Dan and his wonderful wife Roz, her brother Austin and my awesome sister-in-law Katie. We had a BLAST! This is us just about to go on the Jet Star and no I did not tell them to all make the same face, just happens when you're that awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TDvjNc33qhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8WtqsDWH1xk/s1600/Jet+Star+and+the+clan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493233990736783890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TDvjNc33qhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8WtqsDWH1xk/s400/Jet+Star+and+the+clan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this man so much, any place could be the funnest place on earth with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TDvjCXpTuQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Y0wL8AjWJ_0/s1600/Matt+and+Heather+at+Lagoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493233800354969858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TDvjCXpTuQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Y0wL8AjWJ_0/s400/Matt+and+Heather+at+Lagoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-381118228084524605?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/381118228084524605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=381118228084524605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/381118228084524605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/381118228084524605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2010/07/lagoon-day-monopoly.html' title='LAGOON DAY &amp; MONOPOLY!!!'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TDvj34PcL8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/nf0XQNXlejg/s72-c/Matt+and+Monopoly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-1366214544959156314</id><published>2010-06-29T10:50:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:06:02.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>West Fest and other pics</title><content type='html'>We went to the West Fest with our good friends the Kendalls and the Pooles and it was such a blast, a little warm but still really fun. I mainly just wanted to go on the Carousel with Emmalyn. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TCo1GS_4wtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/belawo9uRTg/s1600/West+Fest+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488257478199657170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TCo1GS_4wtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/belawo9uRTg/s400/West+Fest+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was absolutely adorable in her shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TCo05umSG1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/LJg8tI3pOTA/s1600/West+Fest+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488257262270159698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TCo05umSG1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/LJg8tI3pOTA/s400/West+Fest+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emmalyn really loved the Merry-Go-Round, she kept jumping up and down in her harness. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TCo0zUI9g6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/2hyvmK7H_Jg/s1600/Carosel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488257152088638370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TCo0zUI9g6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/2hyvmK7H_Jg/s400/Carosel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that sun must have tuckered her out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TCo0qH0bOGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gjtpaw64fGc/s1600/Emmalyn+and+sunglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488256994162456674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TCo0qH0bOGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gjtpaw64fGc/s400/Emmalyn+and+sunglasses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marianne, Marisa, Ashley, Angie and I made some really cute shoes with tons of help from Marisa. They turned out pretty good, no worries Marianne I promise to pay you back for the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TCo0k_lYgNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AhjA7aaIvrg/s1600/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488256906052534482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TCo0k_lYgNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AhjA7aaIvrg/s400/shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that's not Emmalyn but I saw this picture on a cake blog and thought that it was absolutely adorable. I want to do this for Emmalyn's 1st birthday which is in a little over 4 months, can you  believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TCo0Zt8QtlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/w_cxCGCcgtE/s1600/1st+bday+idea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488256712338093650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TCo0Zt8QtlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/w_cxCGCcgtE/s400/1st+bday+idea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-1366214544959156314?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1366214544959156314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=1366214544959156314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/1366214544959156314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/1366214544959156314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2010/06/west-fest-and-other-pics.html' title='West Fest and other pics'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TCo1GS_4wtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/belawo9uRTg/s72-c/West+Fest+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-3368656772210788366</id><published>2010-06-23T17:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:57:20.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin at the homestead</title><content type='html'>My parents are on a cruise to Alaska so Matt and I are house sitting for them. My little brother Nathan is here and it has been really fun to hang out with him but he has been gone most of the time at EFY which goes from 9 AM to 9 PM. I've also been able to spend a lot of time with my sister Emily and her family which has been a ton of fun. It's been kind of strange staying at my parents house though, Matt has had to work a few grave shifts so when he leaves for work I feel like we are dating again and he is going home. I must admit that was one of the things I was so excited for when I got married, that I wouldn't have to say goodbye at the end of the night but oh well that's how it goes for a married couple with school and a baby. You take the job that you can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-3368656772210788366?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3368656772210788366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=3368656772210788366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/3368656772210788366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/3368656772210788366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2010/06/hangin-at-homestead.html' title='Hangin at the homestead'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-4409446509942587947</id><published>2010-06-13T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:41:26.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Hawkins - The Government Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/LO2eh6f5Go0/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LO2eh6f5Go0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LO2eh6f5Go0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-4409446509942587947?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4409446509942587947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=4409446509942587947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/4409446509942587947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/4409446509942587947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2010/06/tim-hawkins-government-can.html' title='Tim Hawkins - The Government Can'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-6052025695797423458</id><published>2010-06-13T17:58:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:54:09.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting of the summer pics</title><content type='html'>So it's been a great Summer already and since I've been taking so many pictures I thought that I'd share them with you all. They aren't really in order but that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Emmalyn had a personal achievement today, she pulled herself up to stand all by herself! I had to get a picture of that. Then she fell backwards but she pulled herself up twice without any help from us. We're so proud of her!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWK2lguhYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/pb63nLq8SKo/s1600/1st+stand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482440791780394370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWK2lguhYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/pb63nLq8SKo/s400/1st+stand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off let me start off by telling you of a big accomplishment for me. I made my first Pot Roast and it was actually VERY GOOD, very tender. This first pic is my little make-shift lid. The only lid I had wasn't oven safe so I had to make one up. I just used a heavy pie pan and if worked. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWEfE-kV8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/MCrKu_Bl-VI/s1600/Pot+manuver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482433790840428482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWEfE-kV8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/MCrKu_Bl-VI/s400/Pot+manuver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's what it looked like before it was cooked, sorry if it grosses you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWEZJoJzVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FlBBmZa60no/s1600/Pre+Pot+Roast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482433689009376594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWEZJoJzVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FlBBmZa60no/s400/Pre+Pot+Roast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the finished product!!! I'm not that great with presentation but it was very juicy and tender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWETX2nqAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oxy3wMByDMA/s1600/finished+pot+roast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482433589748934658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWETX2nqAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oxy3wMByDMA/s400/finished+pot+roast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my family in-laws had a LotR Marathon. Don't know what that is, no worries neither did I. It was a Lord of the Rings Marathon, 14 hours of it because all 3 of them were extended and we also watched some special features. It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWENjPrJKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ptWLnVsh4H0/s1600/LotR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482433489727595682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWENjPrJKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ptWLnVsh4H0/s400/LotR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we have swings in our apartment complex and Emmalyn absolutely loves them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWEEeiDojI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2rV5WtrH2QI/s1600/swinging+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482433333843698226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWEEeiDojI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2rV5WtrH2QI/s400/swinging+cute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Logan Temple with some friends and the landscape was very beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWD8RAviPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/50uaHWeXVtw/s1600/Matt+n%27+Heath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482433192775354610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWD8RAviPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/50uaHWeXVtw/s400/Matt+n%27+Heath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at an Institute Party. Peter Brienholt (however you spell that) and Ryan Shuppe were the entertainment and they were awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWD0t4kUBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5me_U4zu4TA/s1600/Emmalyn+and+Mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482433063086739474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWD0t4kUBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5me_U4zu4TA/s400/Emmalyn+and+Mommy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same activity with the singers in the background, but you can't see them at all. I promise they're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWDuxAQKzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AKlPJQ2Kf6M/s1600/Em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482432960845065010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWDuxAQKzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AKlPJQ2Kf6M/s400/Em.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new specs! What do you think of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWDpP1XQdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/midBWffmJno/s1600/new+specs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482432866041676242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWDpP1XQdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/midBWffmJno/s400/new+specs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the Logan Temple, couldn't figure out how to rearrange the pictures after I'd placed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWDjCln5II/AAAAAAAAAE4/1m_fP3vyt1k/s1600/Em,+Logan+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482432759406781570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWDjCln5II/AAAAAAAAAE4/1m_fP3vyt1k/s400/Em,+Logan+temple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same spot of the picture we put on our wedding announcement at the Logan Temple. 2 years later and a lot has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWDeC9bTSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/H_5JosjGsj8/s1600/2+years+later.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482432673607273762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWDeC9bTSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/H_5JosjGsj8/s400/2+years+later.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went swimming at Bear Lake, sadly for only about 20 minutes because it was sooo windy. We just went back to Logan and swam in Angie's pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWDT6W4EMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/g3Z3iGF99Yk/s1600/Matt%27s+cell+phone+pics+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482432499499405506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWDT6W4EMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/g3Z3iGF99Yk/s400/Matt%27s+cell+phone+pics+047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridding the carousel at Hogel Zoo, despite the picture she really loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWC4S0UnEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jx8799ZaG88/s1600/Matt%27s+cell+phone+pics+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482432025029024834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWC4S0UnEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jx8799ZaG88/s400/Matt%27s+cell+phone+pics+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma, Matt and the Miller kids feeding the ducks at the canal right before they went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482430892861849634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWB2ZKogCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Adrb0QdQK3Y/s400/feeding+the+ducks.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-6052025695797423458?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6052025695797423458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=6052025695797423458&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/6052025695797423458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/6052025695797423458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2010/06/starting-of-summer-pics.html' title='Starting of the summer pics'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/TBWK2lguhYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/pb63nLq8SKo/s72-c/1st+stand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-2707551487002917331</id><published>2010-04-05T17:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:55:48.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New stuff for the Omers</title><content type='html'>So okay there isn't too much new stuff for us I just couldn't really think of a good title. Matt's still working at Peak Alarm as a security guard and I think that it is beginning to take a toll on him. I have to keep making him take a nap when he seems really irritated, and then I have to give myself a nap when Emmalyn doesn't sleep too well through the night. As for me, I got a job working at home on the computer. They really only ask 2 hours every day but they also don't pay very well. I pretty much just transcribe for salesmen and input information into their calendar if needed. It's not that hard to do, but Emmalyn always seems to want my attention when I get on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Emmaly she is 5 months old today! Can you believe it? It's almost been half of a year since she's been born. She's getting pretty good at sitting up and also pushing herself up when she is on her stomach. She smiles and laughs constantly and makes us laugh all of the time as well. We couldn't imagine our life without her. So also in the way of new news I've been working with a personal trainer for a couple of weeks and she has really been working me hard. I guess she's doing what she's suppose to but I'm having a hard time walking as a result, I think just need to stretch better.&lt;br /&gt;We also got a Wii with some of our tax return, I got a good deal on KSL.com (I'm addicted to that site). It's been really great and since we're addicted to it we decided to turn off the TV since we were addicted to that. I can't tell you what a difference that has made for us. We don't accidentally come onto a horrible show or hear swear words all day. That junk just tares you down and we are glad to be rid of it. We did turn it on for conference which was absolutely wonderful but we turned it back off afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Well that is about it for us, life is wonderful, we are so happy and glad to be alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-2707551487002917331?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2707551487002917331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=2707551487002917331&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2707551487002917331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2707551487002917331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-stuff-for-omers.html' title='New stuff for the Omers'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-3894643647065173132</id><published>2009-12-12T00:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:48:42.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Like Her</title><content type='html'>It's still a strange thing for me to think of myself as a mom. I look at my own mom and see her as this amazingly wonderful and wise woman. She always has the perfect advice to give and knows how to brighten anyones day. She stayed with me for a few days when my daughter first came home with us and I dont think I could have made it through those days with out her. She knew just how to handled my meltdowns. I watch a lot of movies and hearing someone say "oh no I'm turning into my mother!" isn't an unfamiliar phrase. For me it's quite the opposite, I look at my mother and pray that I can come close to being like her. She is one of my best friends, I can talk to her about anything and I know she has helped shape who I am today. Hopefully my daughter and I can have the same relationship. I think we can't truly admire everything that our parents have done for us until we become parents ourselves. Realizing the hard decisions that they made for us and saying it was "for our own good" isn't easy to see at the time but with that time comes understanding . My husband and I both look at our parnents and hope that we can be like them. I love you Mom and Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-3894643647065173132?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3894643647065173132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=3894643647065173132&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/3894643647065173132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/3894643647065173132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-like-her.html' title='Being Like Her'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-2245317238551579556</id><published>2009-10-28T12:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:45:28.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUE DATE!</title><content type='html'>So as the baby-ometer will show you I'm due today, CRAZY! I never really thought that this day would get here and now that it has.... There's not much action goin' on. I guess she doesn't have some watch telling her it's time to come out. But we'll see, it's still the middle of the day so I've got some time right? I atleast know that she can't come any late than November 4th, that's when they'll induce me if she doesn't come on her own. I'm just so excited to meet her, I'm getting really anxious. No worries though I will definately post pictures of her on my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-2245317238551579556?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2245317238551579556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=2245317238551579556&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2245317238551579556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2245317238551579556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2009/10/due-date.html' title='DUE DATE!'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-6956689411947598775</id><published>2009-10-19T15:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:21:02.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down the days</title><content type='html'>So it's getting closer to that day and a million things keep going through my head. "Will I be a good mother, can I do as good as my Mom and Dad did with us Palmer kids, how can I be a good parent but still be a friend to my daughter", plus a ton more questions. We went to my in-laws yesterday and my brother-in-law was talking about parenting and it just kind of hit me that this is all really happening. I had my last baby shower this last Saturday and now the next thing to happen for us Omers is to have the baby. We feel pretty ready but I'm sure once she gets here that feeling will change though. It's wierd just waiting for it to happen. I wish that I knew for sure when she is coming, I mean I have a predicted due date but she could come early or go longer, it's killing me just waiting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-6956689411947598775?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6956689411947598775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=6956689411947598775&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/6956689411947598775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/6956689411947598775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2009/10/counting-down-days.html' title='Counting down the days'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-5034471810742337023</id><published>2009-08-16T14:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:58:43.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is very interesting isn't it.</title><content type='html'>So I didn't realize that I hadn't even posted if I was having a girl or boy HAHA. Yup as the majority of you should know we are having a girl at the end of October and we are so excited for her arrival. We move into our new place on Tuesday and I'm mainly excited to start working on the nursery for her. Just so you know, it's going to be completely PINK! So anyway, here's what's new with Matt and me. We just finished working at a Scout Camp for the summer and it was the best summer of my life. The staff was so wonderful to work with and I was in the kitchen which I think was the best place for me. Matt and I were lucky enough to be able use a trailer so I was always very comfortable. Also my cute sister-in-law Amy gave me a pair of rocket dogs (shoes) she'd gotten at a yard sale that didn't fit her and I never had sore feet the whole time after that which was a major blessing. I worked with 2 other girls in the kitchen, Kammie and Teresa. Teresa was mainly the head cook and 42 years old but she was my best friend up at camp. She could always make me laugh and made the kitchen fun when Kammie was being a punk. The environment was wonderful except for the shortage of air and the big hills you  have to climb to get anywhere. Potguts, squirrels, and chipmunks everywhere with an occasional deer were the wildlife we'd run into. I was a wonderful time but it's also really good to be back. I'm ready to just focus on getting ready now for our new baby in October!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-5034471810742337023?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5034471810742337023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=5034471810742337023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/5034471810742337023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/5034471810742337023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-very-interesting-isnt-it.html' title='Life is very interesting isn&apos;t it.'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-2369274501144796833</id><published>2009-05-18T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:59:07.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming arrival update!</title><content type='html'>So we were thinking that we would find out the gender of our baby today but it turns out that it is going to be on June 9th which is in 3 weeks from now. We did however get to hear the baby's heartbeat which was really neat, so what are your guesses? Girl or Boy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-2369274501144796833?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2369274501144796833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=2369274501144796833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2369274501144796833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2369274501144796833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2009/05/coming-arrival-update.html' title='Coming arrival update!'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-456265083093905182</id><published>2009-03-06T09:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:25:30.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting News!!!</title><content type='html'>So Matt and I just found out that we are going to be expecting a baby in October. You might say we've got a bun cooking in the over, you may even say there's a package coming in less than 9 months. Anyway, I'll be updating you all on everything that goes on and I'll also be needing everyone's prayers for the next few months, thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-456265083093905182?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/456265083093905182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=456265083093905182&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/456265083093905182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/456265083093905182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2009/03/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting News!!!'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-6866483218483334056</id><published>2009-01-24T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:29:56.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New promotion!</title><content type='html'>So it finally happened I've been promoted for the first time in my life. So for the last almost year and a half I've been working at house 2 for Chrysalis and have loved every minute of it, especially the girls I work with and for. Anyway, a week ago our associate director asked the manager of my house to refer someone for a manager position for another house, and she chose me. So on Friday I had an interview and later that night she told me that I got the job and that my last day working with the house would be the upcoming sunday shift, which is a grave shift. Meaning I wont get to work with any of the girls on my last shift. I was/am really excited for this but got a little sad knowing that I'm pretty much done with that house but my manager talked her in to one more shift at our house since it is liz's birthday and we're having a big celebration. I'm having tons of mixed feelings about the whole thing really since the last time I was a manager my boss tore me apart. I'm sure this one will be different it's just a lot to take on though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-6866483218483334056?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6866483218483334056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=6866483218483334056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/6866483218483334056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/6866483218483334056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-promotion.html' title='New promotion!'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-8410929284074065617</id><published>2009-01-05T05:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:37:44.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sister Lizzy Sing Me a Sweet Song of Joy</title><content type='html'>Music has always been a really big part of my life, what with piano, voilin, singing, and dancing that I've been a part of. My family loves music as well so I've also grown up with it throughout my life. I've used it to escape the world, to express myself, to calm myself down, and to rejuvinate my spirit just to name a few. When ever Matt and I watch a movie he'll comment on how the music is so I've been noticing it a lot more myslef. I just finished watching Chronicles of Narnia the 2nd one and the song at the very end of the movie right before the credits is just unbelievable. It's called The Call by Regina Spektor and if you have a minute you should listen to it, it's at the beginning of my music playlist on my blog. There's also another song that just tickeled the ivory of my heart strings (sorry, working my grave) it's from the new movie Twilight and it's called Bella's Lullaby. This song is also on my music playlist and I just can't explain how much I love these songs. They make me want to cry and yet I feel really happy when I listen to them. Isn't music absolutely wonderful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-8410929284074065617?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8410929284074065617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=8410929284074065617&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/8410929284074065617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/8410929284074065617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-sister-lizzy-sing-me-sweet-song.html' title='Sweet Sister Lizzy Sing Me a Sweet Song of Joy'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-5414432962310762907</id><published>2008-11-18T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:45:26.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya gotta have friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/SSMbVEWZenI/AAAAAAAAACM/E6sGAkFiD-E/s1600-h/Sample+Album+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/SSMbVEWZenI/AAAAAAAAACM/E6sGAkFiD-E/s320/Sample+Album+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-5414432962310762907?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5414432962310762907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=5414432962310762907&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/5414432962310762907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/5414432962310762907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2008/11/ya-gotta-have-friends.html' title='Ya gotta have friends'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/SSMbVEWZenI/AAAAAAAAACM/E6sGAkFiD-E/s72-c/Sample+Album+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-8011771003123478787</id><published>2008-10-31T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:39:13.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S HERE IT'S HERE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One of my most favorite time of the year!!! I just love Halloween so much, and today is shaping up to be the best day. It's cloudy and I've already heard my first Halloween song, The Monster Mash. This is the best day, I mean the smell of candles in pumpkins, kids running around in costumes, the wonderful doughnuts that my mother makes, WOW this is one of the best days!!! Hope everything is as good for you as it is for me, love you all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-8011771003123478787?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8011771003123478787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=8011771003123478787&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/8011771003123478787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/8011771003123478787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-here-its-here.html' title='IT&apos;S HERE IT&apos;S HERE!!!!!'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-8077649393991097769</id><published>2008-09-26T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:16:14.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on me and the hubby</title><content type='html'>Why hello friends, sorry it has been a while but every time I try to write something I can never think of anything intereting. You guys are always writing way cool updates so I gotta step it up a notch. Well for starters I am currently trying to get a job at the Legacy nursing home and instead of going into Special Education I am going to go into Nursing. I'm hopping that I'll like it cuz it seems really perfect!!! Matt is also trying to get another job, which would be so exciting but it's going to be 4 to 8... IN THE MORNING! I'm just hopping he doesn't fall asleep in all of his classes. the biggest problem is that if/when I get my job (trying to stay positive here) he'll get off at 8, I will probably start work at 8 and when I get off I'll head to my other job and when I get off from that I'll go home, to where Matt will already be asleep. Tuesdays through Thursdays will suck! I'll never see my husband! Well on the positive side his birthday is coming up and I do love a good birthday cake. Well I think that that's about it. I hope you all are doing very well. I love you all, have the best day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-8077649393991097769?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8077649393991097769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=8077649393991097769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/8077649393991097769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/8077649393991097769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-on-me-and-hubby.html' title='Update on me and the hubby'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-3969206373420016373</id><published>2008-09-05T02:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T06:34:59.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as, well I know it!</title><content type='html'>oh my goodness this is what I get for trying to write a blog. I just wrote a huge huge blog and now it's gone!!!! Curse.... whatever made me lose that blog. Someday I'll try again but I'm too upset about it now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-3969206373420016373?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3969206373420016373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=3969206373420016373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/3969206373420016373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/3969206373420016373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-as-well-i-know-it.html' title='Life as, well I know it!'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-989106561479452083</id><published>2008-07-09T04:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T05:18:58.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 hour shift events</title><content type='html'>Well Tuesdays I work from 3 in the afternoon to 9 the next morning so since I'm doing my grave right now (it's 5:30 A.M. by the way) and other than just watch the 4th season of Gilmore Girls I thought that I'd write you all about how my day has been. Well first of all one of the girls I work with has a kidney infection so she's now in the hospital and that is where our story begins. I picked up Matt at work during his break so that he could drive me to the hospital to spend 6 hours in a room reading a book and occasionally making conversation to make the girl feel comfortable. Then Matt picked me up at 9 and drove me to the house I work at where after I put the 2 other girls to sleep I continued reading where I left off in my book. It's a murder mystery and since I'm up all by myself during the night I had to stop that idea. So I first watched A Knights Tale (fell asleep for a few minutes shhh don't tell) and now I'm going through my 2 DVD of the 4th season of Gilmore Girls. And now it's 6:10 A.M.  3 HOURS LEFT!!!! Then at 9 Matt will be picking me up and it's off to the home (that's dirty and needs cleaning) where I will take a long nap until I have to go back to work at 3 for 3 hours. hmmm you know this sounds like I'm complaining but I really do love my job!!!! It's the best job in the world. Well I'm going to go finish my Gilmore Girls, wow I'm tired!&lt;br /&gt;FYI if anything doesn't seem coherant I'm just really tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-989106561479452083?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/989106561479452083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=989106561479452083&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/989106561479452083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/989106561479452083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2008/07/18-hour-shift-events.html' title='18 hour shift events'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-3313870753147351315</id><published>2008-06-17T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:17:43.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love hiking</title><content type='html'>Yesterday for family night, Matt and I went hiking to the wind caves. It was so much fun and so peacful. I could really tell that I was out of shape because we had to stop so many times. Maybe that's a sign hmmm. Anyway, on the way down I sort of took us down the wrong trail and we hit a dead end, but not right before I almost stepped on a huge snake. Holy scaryness I screamed really loud! Anyway, we headed back the way we came and found the right trail that got us back to the car. We both had a blast and when we got home we played a way awesome game called Missionary Impossible of which I won woohoo, but barely. I love the married life. I highly recommend it to all my single friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-3313870753147351315?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3313870753147351315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=3313870753147351315&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/3313870753147351315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/3313870753147351315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-hiking.html' title='I love hiking'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-2021130805660967216</id><published>2007-09-10T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:43:42.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-2021130805660967216?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2021130805660967216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=2021130805660967216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2021130805660967216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2021130805660967216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-8653967131656154741</id><published>2007-08-14T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:38:52.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY COWNESS!!!!</title><content type='html'>So, today being the 14th of August is no ordinary day my friends, oh no. It is a marker for something, as is every 14th but this one is the most exciting of them all. This day ladies and....if any gentlemen ever read this, is the marking of 1 month left before my Elder buddy comes home from his 2 year missin in Hawaii. Okay, so maybe this date isn't as exciting to you as it is to me, but I've been waiting for this day a long time. Well, technically I'm waiting for the next 14th but this 14th is the last one I have to wait for until I can be 1 month closer to him coming home. I mean, I've counted the last 24 14ths's of the months and now I'm so excited to be excited for the here and now. WAHOO, for counting, cuz in the end...hopefully it pays off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-8653967131656154741?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8653967131656154741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=8653967131656154741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/8653967131656154741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/8653967131656154741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2007/08/holy-cowness.html' title='HOLY COWNESS!!!!'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-3437133813300809687</id><published>2007-07-20T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:21:13.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>realization</title><content type='html'>I've been the night manager of a restraunt for about a month now and I gotta tell you that it has been the most stressful thing that I have ever done in my life. I didn't choose to be the night manager, I was asked to be it. I would never take it back because I have definately grown a lot through out this but I am just having a hard time with this new responsibilty. It's hard to feel that you aren't good enough, that you don't measure up to those around you or who came before, and it's really hard to swallow when you are told this everyday. I feel like I can't ever do it. I hate that I don't have the best sense of humor, I hate that I feel like I have to compete with others, I hate hate hate having these feelings. I'm constantly worrying if I did a good job the night before or if my boss is going to ream me again for not doing anything right. If it's not for getting out too late, it's that I didn't send people home when we weren't busy and I know that my boss and his pet elizabeth are always laughing at me when I make a mistake. Then again, I hate it when people tell me, "you know, maybe this kind of management isn't for you". I want to do this, I have to, to prove it to myself and to others. I want to do a good job, I want to accomplish this. I will come out conquerer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-3437133813300809687?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3437133813300809687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=3437133813300809687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/3437133813300809687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/3437133813300809687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2007/07/realization.html' title='realization'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-2198240076192080282</id><published>2007-07-20T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:11:02.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future</title><content type='html'>It's coming close to my birthday and I can't tell you what an eye opener it has been for me. I know that turning 20 doesn't necessarily mean that from now on you have to be grown up, I'm still immature, but it's still a little scary. I was laying in bed one night trying to fall asleep but my mind kept thinking of things that would or could happen in my life. I started thinking, some day I could actually get married, have children and take care of a family, and just everything that comes with growing up. It maked me happy for the spot I'm in right now, but then I started to get excited for those times, Life has a funny way of being good for us but then changing to keep us humble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-2198240076192080282?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2198240076192080282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=2198240076192080282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2198240076192080282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2198240076192080282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2007/07/future.html' title='The Future'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-3559671741176505533</id><published>2007-06-03T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T19:39:31.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer drudgeries</title><content type='html'>Many blogs have talked about going back to work lately, and I'm going through the same thing. Isn't it sad that we can't just enjoy the summer but that we have to go straight into working hard again. It seems like that is how most of life is, you work hard and finally when you accomplish something you have to start something even harder. It's almost as if it's like that movie Finding Neverland where Mrs. Snow says at the end "it's all due to the ticking clock, time is chasing after all of us." I am glad that I have something to do with my time instead of staying around the house doing nothing but why does life have to go so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-3559671741176505533?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3559671741176505533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=3559671741176505533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/3559671741176505533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/3559671741176505533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-drudgeries.html' title='Summer drudgeries'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-8227446071013610590</id><published>2007-05-17T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T11:05:48.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of a hand</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I had everything going for me. I had just finished school for the 2nd year, I thought that my grades would be great, I had a boyfriend, and many goodfriends, and a job. Well, I still have a job and many I hope to call goodfriends but everything else has just started to fall apart. I thought I knew who I was and I once liked that person but now I find I confuse myself. It's not that I don't have a boyfriend but like I've said, it's just  starting to fall apart. The one thing that I can hold onto lately is the gospel and hope that everything works out. In saying all of this I'm not asking for sympathy I just need a hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-8227446071013610590?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8227446071013610590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=8227446071013610590&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/8227446071013610590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/8227446071013610590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-need-of-hand.html' title='In need of a hand'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-2140490062816333469</id><published>2007-04-24T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T04:22:33.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wide awake at 5</title><content type='html'>I sit on my couch trying to finish my assignment that is due at 7:30 in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;sleep tries to overcome me at 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I listen to beautiful music placed for my listening by mater,&lt;br /&gt;my down comforter is calling my name at 3 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I text mater to see if he's still working on his assignment due in the morning&lt;br /&gt;because at 4 in the morning I need something to keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;I look at the clock saying that it's 5 in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;oddly I'm wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself not wanting to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;because who can wake up at 7 in the morning when they went to sleep at 5.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;so I stay up the whole morning to see it.&lt;br /&gt;I will probably regret this later&lt;br /&gt;because I'm wide awake at 5!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-2140490062816333469?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2140490062816333469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=2140490062816333469&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2140490062816333469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/2140490062816333469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2007/04/wide-awake-at-5.html' title='Wide awake at 5'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-1087155477488549366</id><published>2007-03-23T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:03:09.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Quizno's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/RgS-9rD1_wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IVDE6wn4jJI/s1600-h/quiznos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/RgS-9rD1_wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IVDE6wn4jJI/s320/quiznos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045367449301942018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Quiznos how I love thee most,&lt;br /&gt;Can't get enough of your sweet toast.&lt;br /&gt;Working there is never boring,&lt;br /&gt;When everyone is quite annoying (except Q2 cuties).&lt;br /&gt;The lovely DING I hear for drive thru,&lt;br /&gt;Is only bad when big trucks pull through.&lt;br /&gt;I must mention doing dishes,&lt;br /&gt;when my hands just feel like fishes (add in by Fezzik).&lt;br /&gt;And when customers complain,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to point and aim!!&lt;br /&gt;But it's all worth it in the end,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz a big check the Quiz will send!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loyal all of my days&lt;br /&gt;maybe some day I'll get a raise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-1087155477488549366?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1087155477488549366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=1087155477488549366&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/1087155477488549366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/1087155477488549366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2007/03/ode-to-quiznos.html' title='Ode to Quizno&apos;s'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoNKThZfPNs/RgS-9rD1_wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IVDE6wn4jJI/s72-c/quiznos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-116969348607743397</id><published>2007-01-24T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T19:51:26.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rump sticker</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just so everyone is aware this is an assignment that I had to do for my English 2010 class, I'd love some feedback if it's not too much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alright, we can all agree that bumper stickers send a message about the person driving, but what is even more classic about them is no matter what is being said on the bumper it's hilarious to watch people stare at them. You are stopped at a red light, your eyes start to wander and all of the sudden you look in your rear view mirror to see someone squinting to read what your bumper sticker says. What's even better is when you are driving away while they are still trying to read it and they start to tailgate you so that they can finish it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why does this have anything to do with Kairos you may ask; plenty. Bumper stickers are all about timing. You wouldn't say something about the Y2K bug because nobody cares about that anymore. All of that junk between Bush and Kerry is over so who wants to take precious tailgating time to read about them. But then again there are those ones that will always be timeless such as "My other car is a Batmobile", "I'm not spoiled, I just get what I want", and "honk if you love Jesus" (which of course a honk in response would prove this to be true).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of these bumper stickers will continue to be placed and no one will care about it except for those who put it there, and that is... "My child is an honor student". Of course, the child will think that this is completely out of date when he graduated some time ago and is flipping burgers at the local McDonalds. How honorable! The all terrain cars with the bumper stickers that say, "If you can read this, turn my jeep over" (as the bumper sticker is upside down) is a personal favorite of mine. Who is going to be reading a bumper sticker when the car is turned over?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By far the Bumper Sticker that is my favorite says “IYQSU” which interpreted is “I like USU” (say every letter individually). Kairosly speaking you wouldn’t care or understand this bumper sticker unless you were a fan of or attended USU. By sticking a message on the “rear” of a car a connection is being made between the driver and everyone else. As in the exercise, the bumper with FLYNHI could be taken as the person is just always happy feeling on top of the world or they are a druggy and is literally flying high (in which case, police should read bumper stickers more often). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But in all actuality placing any kind of bumper sticker on your car automatically (no pun intended) says something about the driver. A car caked with stickers could show either the person has traveled a lot, they like to be heard, or that they will most likely be keeping their clunker forever as no one will buy a bumper sticker infested van. All in all bumper stickers, no matter what they say, will always be in high supply and supplying people with a good laugh and endless legal tailgating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-116969348607743397?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/116969348607743397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=116969348607743397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/116969348607743397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/116969348607743397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2007/01/rump-sticker.html' title='The rump sticker'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-116949230255474463</id><published>2007-01-22T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:58:22.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elementary Observation</title><content type='html'>Well, today I went to a 1st grade class room (for my El Ed class) and observed how the teacher taught her kids. They were completely adorable and I loved every minute of it. When I first arrived there each one wanted to know who I was and tell me who they were so I was able to learn names easily. There is a big cage in the classroom that once occupied a rat who has since passed on to that big cheese in the sky. It now houses stuffed dinosaurs because they were bad as they put it. I was able to read with the kids (whom the teachers refers to as friends) and I was amazed at how much they already know. They were reading along with me and new what most of the words meant. They left for a quick walk outside while I popped some popcorn for them. In only 2 and a half hours I was able to remember most of their names and oh gosh they are all so cute. They are also learning hours and half hours right now which most of them had down. I think that little kids are the cutest. Well, me being a Special Education major I picked out pretty fast which students were not holding their attention as much. One kid wasn't receiving ANY attention from one of the volunteering mothers as she read to them and you could tell that he was pulling for anything he could get. He even fainted at one point so that someone would notice him. The mom just left him there and kept going until another kid did the same and she quickly pointed this out. When it came time to go I just wanted to give them all a hug and say bye-bye real loud but they were all studying and that would have been inappropriate. I can't wait to go back on Wednesday. And to think I was nervous for a bunch of 6 year olds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-116949230255474463?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/116949230255474463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=116949230255474463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/116949230255474463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/116949230255474463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2007/01/elementary-observation.html' title='Elementary Observation'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-116725980942513025</id><published>2006-12-27T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:50:09.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not how I thought it would be</title><content type='html'>Well, my sister is now a ture Sister missionary as she has left for Ukraine. My family got a call from her this morning at 8:30 and we were able to talk to her for about an hour with 3 people on 3 different phones listening intently. After we said our goodbyes my parents had the idea to go see her plane leave. We knew which kind it would be and about what time her flight would leave so we all got in the Tahoe and sped off to the airport to "see" her plane off. We all kind of got a little melancholy when we saw what we thought was my sisters plane, but then we all got excited thinking of the wonderful experiences she would have. She then called again when she reached Chicago and it was only my mother and me this time. That was really special because we didn't have to share with anyone else. It was just us girls talking. My sister told me that she had seen some of my friends at the MTC, an Elder Dalton and Elder Peterson. Elder Peterson asked my sister if I was waiting for a certain Elder already on his mission and when she said YES he said oh ok. Sadly enough I had a crush on this guy a while ago. I then spoke my last goodbye to her for the next 15 months and after she hung up my mother and I both sighed a little and then got excited again for her. Anyway, the reason for this title is because I thought that I'd be bawling today but I'm so happy for my sister, and thinking about it 3 months have already gone by meaning my sis has only 1 year and 3 months to go. The time will speed by like a pack of flying monkeys. I'm just so proud of her and I had to tell you all so dont worry about me, I'm perfectly happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-116725980942513025?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/116725980942513025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=116725980942513025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/116725980942513025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/116725980942513025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-how-i-thought-it-would-be.html' title='Not how I thought it would be'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-116459057976205628</id><published>2006-11-26T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:28:27.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Words</title><content type='html'>Words can be so powerful. They can make you happy, sad, confused, and even mad but who knew that a phrase of these most powerful words can provoke all of these and more. 3 little words combined that can create every feeling in the world. You know how you truely want to react, but everyone tells you to act another way and it eats at your insides. There is no way to make everybody happy so to please the most amount of people, you end up hurting yourself, or even worse....someone you care very much for. Words can be so powerful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-116459057976205628?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/116459057976205628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=116459057976205628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/116459057976205628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/116459057976205628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-words.html' title='Just Words'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-116400359323708483</id><published>2006-11-19T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T23:19:53.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink of Perfection</title><content type='html'>CONFESSION&lt;br /&gt;I love pink, and if you were to look in my closet the majority of my clothes are pink. I even have some pink pants. I wasn't always like this though. Before my older sister left for college (and at christmas time) she would get pink PJ'S and I would get purple or blue ones because we couldn't have matching colors. When she left I kind of went "pink happy" and got everything in pink. I guess it just sort of stuck with me and still the majority of my clothes are pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-116400359323708483?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/116400359323708483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=116400359323708483&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/116400359323708483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/116400359323708483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2006/11/pink-of-perfection.html' title='Pink of Perfection'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-116107977546149671</id><published>2006-10-17T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:09:35.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY? I THINK NOT</title><content type='html'>WOW Extreme Home Makeover is in my town and I cant believe it. Right now, my roommates and I are waiting around for 4:30 A.M. to go volunteer and I'm sooooo excited cuz:&lt;br /&gt;1- volunteering is soo good for you&lt;br /&gt;2- maybe we'll see Ty HOTTIE TOTTIE WITH THE BODY&lt;br /&gt;3- we'll get a cool EHM T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;4- Maybe we'll be on T.V.&lt;br /&gt;and 5- Who doesn't want to stay up all night so that you wont be tired in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;All my roommates fell asleep and I'll admit I did for about 30 mins in a bath (which was needed) but it also helped me get up. So now it's 3:55 A.M. , my hair is half crimped (cuz it lasts through all activities better that way) I'm listening to Natasha Bedingfield while writing this and I wouldn't trade places with anyone for the world. I pity all you who are sleeping right now, and are missing this beautiful morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-116107977546149671?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/116107977546149671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=116107977546149671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/116107977546149671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/116107977546149671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2006/10/crazy-i-think-not.html' title='CRAZY? I THINK NOT'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-115933894288719306</id><published>2006-09-26T23:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T23:35:42.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost gone</title><content type='html'>It only begins with a little sniffle and a few warm feelings growing into one tear, then two and pretty soon a waterfall flowing from your eyes. She talks about the feelings in her soul and makes me miss her already even though she is not gone. It's coming and though I am completely excited for her it scares me thinking that she wont be there for me to call or talk to with all my stories and problems. She knows me better than anyone and I can't imagine not having her around.  I love you sister!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-115933894288719306?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115933894288719306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=115933894288719306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/115933894288719306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/115933894288719306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2006/09/almost-gone_27.html' title='Almost gone'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-115864256513919410</id><published>2006-09-18T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:10:49.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>"Free at last,&lt;br /&gt;Free as last,&lt;br /&gt;Thank God Almighty&lt;br /&gt;I'm free at last!"&lt;br /&gt;-Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-115864256513919410?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115864256513919410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=115864256513919410&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/115864256513919410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/115864256513919410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2006/09/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-115812710317341849</id><published>2006-09-12T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:02:57.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All events within the same day</title><content type='html'>You ever have one of those days when it seems like everything is going wrong? Well today, they didn't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEEM&lt;/span&gt; to go wrong. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY WERE WRONG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First mess-up: This morning Pixie and I were in our Geology lab and found out the name of this guy we've thought was hot for a while, (we've called him hot Geology boy for a while) but we finally know his name and it's Mr. White. 2 hours later we had the class. When we fist got there Mr. White was not there. We sat in some seats (auditorium seating) close to the front and then I start to wonder where Geology boy was so of course I said out loud "WHERE IS MR. WHITE, I wonder where he is etc .etc. etc. and I just keep going. Finally Pixie (who is trying to keep from laughing) grabs her phone and starts to text so I naturally read it......"he's sitting right behind you" WHAT???? so I slowly turn my head to the left just enough to see his pant let and I turn back around just mortified. There is no doubt in my mind that he heard me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second mess-up: Pixie was showing me a picture of me on her phone and then said "I'll keep it close to my heart", noticed it was dirty, and rubbed it on her chest. I then attempted to immitate  this but threw my hand inside my shirt, just as an institute teacher walked by and gave me the wierdest look ever as if to say SINNER, and in an institute! Can this go on? OH IT CAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third mess-up: I was using the restroom in our apartment and either we have a really sucky (haha) toilet, or I just "over-whiped" because it got clogged. It was almost all gone so I figured I could just flush it once more and it'd be good. That just made it worse so I proceeded with the plunger. After a few ups and downs I heard a sound and looking in the toilet it was all gone, the water was clean but the water level had not dropped so I did the next "smart" thing....flush it again. Nope, not gone yet and before the water spills out onto the floor it stops 1/4 inch under the lid. PHEW!!! So now the hard decision, do you just wait for it to go down or try the plunger. I tried the plunger but slowly so as to not spill the almost spilled water. This lifted the water right to the top but no spillage luckily and then after a few tiny ups and downs it all completely drained out. Man that would not have been a fun clean up!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;fourth and last mess-up: we were all talking in the front room of our apartment and as Crisco asked me to go feed the fish before any more of them went belly up (RIP NEMO) I went to take two steps and as I was saying something (but I dont really remember) and I tripped on the bean bag chair and totally biffed it in front of everone landing front face on the floor. I didn't hurt anything other than my pride. After all of this, I am ready for bed, but with my luck I'll probably roll out of my window after the glass ripped my clothes off and I'll land on some hot guys car, BUCK NAKED! I wouldn't be suprised!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-115812710317341849?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115812710317341849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=115812710317341849&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/115812710317341849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/115812710317341849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-events-within-same-day.html' title='All events within the same day'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-115800528941990815</id><published>2006-09-11T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T13:08:35.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I VERY DISLIKE THIS</title><content type='html'>Man, dont you HATE it when you think that you've done so well at something and later come to find that you didn't? It's like the biggest hit in the head saying "your stupid, you dont know anything".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-115800528941990815?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115800528941990815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=115800528941990815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/115800528941990815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/115800528941990815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-very-dislike-this.html' title='I VERY DISLIKE THIS'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-115772780504460452</id><published>2006-09-08T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T08:03:25.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well once again another week of school has ended at 8:30 in the morning and it couldn't have come a moment too soon. Oddly enough even though there was no school on Labor Day this week seemed to go by soooo sloooowly. I had a math test in my one and only class today and I thought that it was going to be really tough. Truth be told this is the second time that I'm taking this class but I must have had a really crappy teacher because this class is kind of simple. When she would give quizes they'd have from 20 questions or more, but the test that I just took was ONLY 5 QUESTIONS LONG!!! I mean I love it when something is a little easier than normal but when there is like no challenge to it it drives me crazy. At the beginning of the class the teacher said, "now this test is going to be 25 minutes long but if you need longer you can have a few minutes." I WAS DONE IN 5 MINUTES and as I was done I just looked over the class (cuz I was in the back) and just thought "how in the world are you guys struggling with this test". What makes this even more sad is that I didn't even go to the first 3 classes because I signed on after the 3rd one so how in the world are they having a hard time when they were there for all those notes. Man I hope that the rest of the semester is like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-115772780504460452?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115772780504460452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=115772780504460452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/115772780504460452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/115772780504460452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-once-again-another-week-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-115695771436921729</id><published>2006-08-30T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:09:28.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Hill</title><content type='html'>My apartment is really wonderful. There are a lot of wonderful people to meet, and plenty to do. it's like our own little community here. Then class starts and if you aren't at the bus stop early it will pass you by so then you get to walk......UP HILL. First day was nothing, I thought to myself "I'm in shape I can walk this hill everyday if I want" HA!!! After that day I felt like I had weights attached to my ankles. They hurt so bad I thought about soaking them in hot water all day. Needless to say I will be at that bus stop as early as needed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-115695771436921729?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115695771436921729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=115695771436921729&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/115695771436921729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/115695771436921729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2006/08/up-hill.html' title='Up Hill'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-115634812220031861</id><published>2006-08-23T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T08:48:42.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again</title><content type='html'>Last year I wrote how I was scared to death to be heading off to college because I had no idea of what to expect. What were my roommates going to be like, will classes be hard, what kind of things should I bring, and will anyone want to be my friend. Going into un-known territory can be really terrifying that way. But now I'm going where I've gone before but it will be ten times better this year. I'm rooming with some of the best girls this year including the new girl "Betty" (who hopefully is a fun person), i've got classes with some of them as well and I feel ready to be there. But Once Again I'm off to USU and completely excited to be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-115634812220031861?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115634812220031861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=115634812220031861&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/115634812220031861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/115634812220031861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2006/08/once-again.html' title='Once Again'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-115634741433842456</id><published>2006-08-23T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T08:36:54.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY</title><content type='html'>It seems like everything you look forward to takes forever to finally get here but when it does come it's no surprise that it's already here. But those things that you didn't want to come, came even faster than those things you want. Why is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-115634741433842456?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/115634741433842456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=115634741433842456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/115634741433842456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/115634741433842456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally.html' title='FINALLY'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-114231005063838647</id><published>2006-03-13T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:20:50.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a difference</title><content type='html'>Just recently I was able to go home because USU is off for spring break and I REALLY enjoyed it. It's good to be going back to school since my break is over, but there is one thing (besides friends and family) that I missed above everything else; having the priesthood in my home. Living in an all girls dorm you don't really get that there. When I was home, my dad gave a lesson at family home evening and I just felt so good. I didn't have anyone telling me that the church was stupid, that I was as well for believing it or that institute was a waste of time and that was such a wonderful thing for me. I just feel good being home. I do at school, but it's just not the same thing, I really do feel a difference. I love my family and especially my dad. I want to be like him and I hope that the spouse I choose some day is like him. THANK YOU DAD. I LOVE YOU!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-114231005063838647?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/114231005063838647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=114231005063838647&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/114231005063838647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/114231005063838647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-difference.html' title='what a difference'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-114030065605539237</id><published>2006-02-18T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T15:10:56.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been blessed</title><content type='html'>Have you heard that song before? I'm not quite sure who sings it, but it's a wonderful song and also very true. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; been blessed. I have amazing friends who support me in anything I do, I have rights and freedoms that women couldn't have a while ago, and I have a Heavenly Father who loves me along with everyone else in this world not matter what they do. There are a lot of other things that we have all been blessed with, but I can't name them all because the list would go on and on. Just never take anything for granted because you never know how long you'll have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-114030065605539237?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/114030065605539237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=114030065605539237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/114030065605539237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/114030065605539237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-been-blessed.html' title='I have been blessed'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-113702005200902489</id><published>2006-01-11T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T15:54:12.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new passion</title><content type='html'>I never thought that I would be saying it, but I love to go Country Dancing. I know what you are saying if you know me. "you are a dancer so it should come easy to you". It didn't. The first guy that I danced with was a horrible leader and me not knowing a thing couldn't help him out. The next guy (my age but a little strange) took it slow and taught me all of his sweet moves so I could kind of get it. After three dances with him I felt like I was getting the hang of it. My sister and I did make frequent visits to the hip-hop room which is a blast but only if you go in a little corner where no scary guys can get at ya. I then danced with 3 more guys who were amazing and pushed, turned, and placed me in a way so that I would do the move that they were doing. I never thought that I could pick up on Country Dancing. YEEEHAW!!! I especially love the line dancing. If you haven't gone country dancing I highly recommend it. Wow, what a wonderful thrill. I am glad though that I am not a guy. They are the ones who actually have to learn it because they are the ones leading the girls. Course, I'm still going to go so that I can keep practicing. Yea, how fun. I am so excited for the next dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-113702005200902489?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113702005200902489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=113702005200902489&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/113702005200902489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/113702005200902489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-new-passion.html' title='My new passion'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-113454030627293161</id><published>2005-12-13T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:55:44.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a blessing</title><content type='html'>What a blessing it is to live in this world of ours. WOW! Look around you sometimes. The beautiful colors we have, wonderful sunsets (usually in bed when sunrise happens), plants, animals, wonderful friends, I mean how lucky we are to live here (wherever it is you live). Most of all we have been blessed with a wonderful father in heaven who truely loves each one us and wants to help us in anyway that we can. I'm sorry if I seem like I'm preachin' to all of you who read this but this is what gets me my title of "churchie". Guess there is no secret in that though. I have gone through rough times in my life and I am still going through more of them but to make it all better with me atleast I just send a little prayer-mail to my heavenly father. You know the picture of Christ at the door where there is no handle but he's knocking? Well that's life for ya. Christ wants to help us but he can't just come on over or give us a revelation, we need to ask for help. Your teacher won't help you with an answer if they don't know you're having a problem with it and even though God knows all us and what's going on we need to raise our hands and ask for help. Thanks for the help that I've recieved from each of you and all of the love. You've been a lighthouse for all of my stormy seas. What a blessing you all are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-113454030627293161?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113454030627293161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=113454030627293161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/113454030627293161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/113454030627293161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-blessing.html' title='What a blessing'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-113444678566840906</id><published>2005-12-12T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:06:25.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she's going and there's nothing I can do about it</title><content type='html'>I'm losing my best friend up here (besides Ashley). When Brooke and I became best friends in the apartment she decided that due to circumstances she could not control she had to leave and so to valley view she went. I still see her sometimes and we have a lot of fun when we're around each other, but it's not like when she was my roomie roommate. We'd share our hopes, our fears, what we wanted to do with our life, embarresing moments (natural heater) and how much alike we were. She and I being the only ones from Utah in the Apt. we could relate on so many things. She was the only one who I NEVER had arguments with and never even had anything to argue with about. She was better than a sister because sisters always fight, but not us. I was able to go to her with all of my problems because no matter what it was she could relate, but now she is leaving USU altogether and moving out of Utah. We both promised to keep in contact, but contact through email never lasts. She will always be the best friend that I made up here in logan and I'll miss her a lot. Here's to you sis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-113444678566840906?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113444678566840906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=113444678566840906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/113444678566840906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/113444678566840906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2005/12/shes-going-and-theres-nothing-i-can-do.html' title='she&apos;s going and there&apos;s nothing I can do about it'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-113444620777013386</id><published>2005-12-12T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:56:47.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROOMMATE TROUBLE</title><content type='html'>Why are girls so full of drama. I thought that I'd left the drama department but no, these guys are about to make it to broadway. No one can clean just there own stuff, we have to have a chore wheel which no one uses,  major touble if you leave a pizza box on top of the fridge, offering a few to someone is really saying "here you can have the rest of it, I'm done" and when you put your name on your food and you leave it, it no longer is your food. If you've seen Mean Girls then you know how much back talk goes on. I am so sick of walking into a room where the girls were just talking about me. Freshmen year is where each girl is trying to find out who they are and it hurts seeing those who are also LDS completely go rebel.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that drives me up the wall is when I say seat or bum instead of butt like the way I was brought up and they will call me "churchie", or mo-mo". It's not suppose to be meant as a compliment. I didn't care the first hundred times they said it, but it has gotten to be really annoying. Have you ever had someone call you goodie-goodie many times? Imagine that all of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-113444620777013386?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113444620777013386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=113444620777013386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/113444620777013386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/113444620777013386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2005/12/roommate-trouble.html' title='ROOMMATE TROUBLE'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-113444548076533524</id><published>2005-12-12T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:44:40.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>isn't that the way it goes</title><content type='html'>My biggest fault is that I am a procrastinator. It bugs me and yet I do nothing to change it. I am in the constant mind set of "I'll do it tomorrow", but in my own stupid opinion tomorrow never comes and I'm waisting my time. If you must know I registered really late for school, and I am barely able to pay for school because I didn't want to work hard enough for the money. I love to socialize, but in the end had I worked during that pointless time of waisting the time that I shouldn't have, I'm 80 bucks poorer. "don't it always seem that you don't know what you got til' it's gone".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-113444548076533524?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/113444548076533524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=113444548076533524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/113444548076533524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/113444548076533524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2005/12/isnt-that-way-it-goes.html' title='isn&apos;t that the way it goes'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-112404586121186623</id><published>2005-08-14T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T11:57:41.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"excerpt from sunday talk"</title><content type='html'>Last night I had to drive on the freeway, alone, at night, and for all those who know me well know I do not like to drive on the freeway at all let alone at night. I kept dreading the belt route that I would have to take to get home because you go around that turn extremely fast. I accidentally took the exit right before that and had no idea where I was. Before me was this humongous intersection and I didn't know how to go through it. I thought to myself &lt;em&gt;I'll just follow what everyone else does and maybe that will get me home&lt;/em&gt;. Wrong idea!!! I ended up in West Jordan. I knew which way I was supposed to be heading so I made a right turn and stayed on that road for a while trying to think of what to do next. I just kept praying hoping I'd figure out where I was, and suddenly out of no where I knew exactly where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that how life is sometimes? We make a wrong turn and suddenly we're lost. Then when you think you can do it alone you decide you start to follow everyone else and that doesn't do any good. then you make a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RIGHT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decision, pray for guidence, and suddenly you know where and who you are. Life's funny sometimes and you have to make the best of it that you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-112404586121186623?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/112404586121186623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=112404586121186623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/112404586121186623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/112404586121186623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2005/08/excerpt-from-sunday-talk_14.html' title='&quot;excerpt from sunday talk&quot;'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-112347941610590051</id><published>2005-08-07T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:36:56.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm comin' out</title><content type='html'>Well I guess one thing I have to include in my blog is a little about myself:&lt;br /&gt;1-I turn into mr. Hyde after 11:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;2-I somtimes don't know when to quit&lt;br /&gt;3-I always tried being something I'm not&lt;br /&gt;4-I have the best sister in the world&lt;br /&gt;5-I can't stand another blonde remark&lt;br /&gt;6-I love all of my friends&lt;br /&gt;7-I am so proud to be LDS&lt;br /&gt;8-I AM SCARED TO DEATH to go to school where I know almost no one.&lt;br /&gt;9-I'm a person who is content with anything, it's one of my good faults.&lt;br /&gt;10-I have no idea what the future holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-112347941610590051?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/112347941610590051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=112347941610590051&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/112347941610590051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/112347941610590051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-comin-out.html' title='I&apos;m comin&apos; out'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-112347894590816404</id><published>2005-08-07T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:29:05.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who could complain</title><content type='html'>Life has been great to me. I can't complain because once you do you can always find someone else who has had it worse. I could be bitter about my job, but when working with such wonderful people, who could complain. I've had awe inspiring friends making me want to be better. Take Ashlyn, she could keep you laughing for hours, she inspires me to see the good in the world. There's Holli-bear, now if I could be like her, I'd have all the guys after me. She is so mature for her age she won't be single long. Shakes and I've been through a lot. we've had our ups and downs but can always call each other great friends. Fezzik as I think she's called? She is soooo smart, she can figure things out like that. I always can depend on her. What a wonderful person to spend the next year of USU with. Mary-Jane I think it is. She is a very interesting person. No matter what she'll never cease to suprise me. I've had many-a-fun conversation with her. Nancy Pong and I are quite a lot alike in many ways. No doubt she's the brains, but we also laugh for hours on end. Now I'm not saying each and everyone of my friends don't all share the same qualities, that's just what I see when I'm with them. They're all such wonderful loving beautiful girls, who could complain when I've got the leaders of our generation talking girl talk with me. You guys make life worth it and I thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-112347894590816404?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/112347894590816404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=112347894590816404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/112347894590816404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/112347894590816404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2005/08/who-could-complain.html' title='Who could complain'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-109643175408343209</id><published>2004-09-28T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T21:22:34.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could Things Be Different</title><content type='html'>If I could go back I know what I’d change&lt;br /&gt;Do something that I could rearrange.&lt;br /&gt;The choices I made and the choices I had&lt;br /&gt;Maybe could be different if I weren’t mad.&lt;br /&gt;If I could go back I know what I’d do&lt;br /&gt;I maybe would ask for advice from you.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could have been nicer, more kind&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd be better inside of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Could I go back and reverse my path,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe used kindness instead of my wrath.&lt;br /&gt;Just go back once for a minute or two&lt;br /&gt;Something with an affect, giving me something to do.&lt;br /&gt;If I could go back what’s the one thing I’d say&lt;br /&gt;To that someone who needed me and I turned away.&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if I had the choice,&lt;br /&gt;Could I have opened my mouth and let out my voice.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere given a smile, to someone&lt;br /&gt;Before someone figured there life should be done.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe change how I walk or think instead,&lt;br /&gt;Could be the difference of being alive or dead,&lt;br /&gt;No, I’ll just leave it and try to move on&lt;br /&gt;Because all those choices are instantly gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-109643175408343209?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/109643175408343209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=109643175408343209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/109643175408343209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/109643175408343209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2004/09/could-things-be-different_28.html' title='Could Things Be Different'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488054.post-109625050392218464</id><published>2004-09-26T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T19:01:43.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a disability. To know what it feels like to never hear the sweet lyrics of music, never see the beatiful rainbow of color a flower garden makes, or even not being able to communicate with those you love. I think of this often and of how much I take for granted the abilities I have to run sing and see all of lifes photographs. Never take what you have for granted because you never know how much longer you will have it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8488054-109625050392218464?l=villamaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/109625050392218464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8488054&amp;postID=109625050392218464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/109625050392218464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8488054/posts/default/109625050392218464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villamaddy.blogspot.com/2004/09/wonderment.html' title='Wonderment'/><author><name>Ganimobile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058587830258770975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.stockxpert.com/pic/s/l/ly/lynnc/6995_41751077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
