<?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-2258614745305782827</id><updated>2012-01-27T15:39:42.193-07:00</updated><category term='moving'/><category term='motherhood'/><category term='dad'/><category term='something i love'/><category term='funny'/><category term='EOM'/><category term='trips'/><category term='fff'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='pros and cons'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='how to'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='pretty'/><category term='zoe'/><category term='tag'/><category term='noah'/><category term='newsworthy'/><category term='decorating'/><category 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dave'/><title type='text'>favorite photo friday - 1.22.12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v9A4Eu03KpY/TyL0mW-ofXI/AAAAAAAANAE/2yOkYwbyXVw/s1600/01-22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v9A4Eu03KpY/TyL0mW-ofXI/AAAAAAAANAE/2yOkYwbyXVw/s640/01-22.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;not the best picture composition-wise (it was too dark with the blinds closed but i didn't want to disturb them) but such a sweet picture anyway. i call it &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sunday afternoon nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-7080309369020568684?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' 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height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v9A4Eu03KpY/TyL0mW-ofXI/AAAAAAAANAE/2yOkYwbyXVw/s72-c/01-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-5775367463288963508</id><published>2012-01-26T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:21:30.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>random thought thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--V8lKePO86I/TyDzgcZf-RI/AAAAAAAAM_8/v26WYf-amGA/s1600/2012-01-25_233215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--V8lKePO86I/TyDzgcZf-RI/AAAAAAAAM_8/v26WYf-amGA/s320/2012-01-25_233215.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i found this &lt;a href="http://www.landsend.com/pp/girls-short-sleeve-notch-collar-t-shirt%7E232293_1187.html?bcc=y&amp;amp;action=order_more&amp;amp;sku_0=::IY5&amp;amp;CM_MERCH=search-_-notch+collar+tee&amp;amp;origin=search" target="_blank"&gt;shirt &lt;/a&gt;at lands end yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i really want it for zoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but mostly i really want it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i'm catching up on project runway all stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and burst out laughing when isaac mizrahi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;called austin's dress "modest" on the second episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it was strapless, plunging neckline in the front,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and backless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i was grouchy last night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;doing laundry at 11 pm and making 3 trips to carry it all back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;so i started listing things i was grateful for as i walked back and forth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and by the time i was done, i was happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;hm. counting blessings really works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;who knew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;isaac got his finger caught in a door at the church yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;while i was making up brackets for the cub scout pinewood derby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it was so gross, with a huge dent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;he was sure it was broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but 15 minutes later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;he saw his best friend from school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and they played basketball together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;thank goodness for friends and distractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;zoe is starting to display&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the same behaviors as noah at her age&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;about wearing diapers and clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and i feel extremely worried about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i have sneezed 17 times today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while it will probably give me skin cancer,&lt;br /&gt;i'm grateful that we live this high up in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;the intensity of the sun makes it feel at least 10 degrees warmer&lt;br /&gt;than it actually is.&lt;br /&gt;also, the winters here are 10,000 times better&lt;br /&gt;than winters in utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got a new cell phone&lt;br /&gt;(one that hasn't been microwaved).&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe how much easier and better life is&lt;br /&gt;when you can text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-5775367463288963508?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5775367463288963508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=5775367463288963508&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/5775367463288963508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/5775367463288963508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-thought-thursday_26.html' title='random thought thursday'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. (Moby Dick)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vW_6_GXW7xE/TyBLt-Drt5I/AAAAAAAAM-M/8LH7eZyKQWQ/s1600/thesea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vW_6_GXW7xE/TyBLt-Drt5I/AAAAAAAAM-M/8LH7eZyKQWQ/s640/thesea.jpg" width="458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;stay away from me today,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;or i might just knock off your hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-4866823613547690839?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4866823613547690839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=4866823613547690839&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/4866823613547690839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>the weirdest thing we don't own</title><content type='html'>when zoe was born, my mother-in-law came to stay for a week to help out at home. she was a little (probably a lot) surprised that we didn't have a broom, and bought us one. our kitchen was so small i didn't really feel like i needed one and just used a small handheld broom with a dustpan when i "swept". once i had a real broom i felt like an idiot--of course i needed a broom. until then, a broom was the weirdest thing we didn't own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmRPDCPGGcM/Tx75Q4_AXaI/AAAAAAAAM9s/aV3jFRJp-7g/s1600/umb3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmRPDCPGGcM/Tx75Q4_AXaI/AAAAAAAAM9s/aV3jFRJp-7g/s320/umb3.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnfyEWSyW4s/Tx75SSYfb9I/AAAAAAAAM98/3aXdh7tQm4U/s1600/umbrella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnfyEWSyW4s/Tx75SSYfb9I/AAAAAAAAM98/3aXdh7tQm4U/s320/umbrella.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;now? it's an umbrella. how is it possible that we don't own an umbrella? i was going to buy one for my trip to france but my sister had one for me to borrow so i just used hers. dave is in portland for work this week and this morning had to walk from his hotel to his meeting in a downpour with no umbrella. the thing is, i want a cute one, and cute ones are expensive. who has $30 (or $80 or $150) to spend on something so trivial? i feel like i would never use it because it's so much easier to just run from the car to the house or store or whatever when it's raining. once or twice i've been caught in my car and had to wait out a storm so i wouldn't get soaked, but that's very rare.&amp;nbsp; it does rain in gallup the entire month of july and dave travels a lot these days, so i'm thinking it's time we bit the bullet and made the purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oJPYGApyJoo/Tx75Po5tmpI/AAAAAAAAM9c/0Iv-NK-rvj0/s1600/umb.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oJPYGApyJoo/Tx75Po5tmpI/AAAAAAAAM9c/0Iv-NK-rvj0/s320/umb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;what's the weirdest thing you don't own? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y1EhB7-WVFQ/Tx75R50EzvI/AAAAAAAAM90/97squDV0lN0/s1600/umb4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y1EhB7-WVFQ/Tx75R50EzvI/AAAAAAAAM90/97squDV0lN0/s320/umb4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;all images via pinterest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-8332221041891506494?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8332221041891506494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=8332221041891506494&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8332221041891506494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8332221041891506494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/weirdest-thing-we-dont-own.html' title='the weirdest thing we don&apos;t own'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmRPDCPGGcM/Tx75Q4_AXaI/AAAAAAAAM9s/aV3jFRJp-7g/s72-c/umb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-7410881838732920114</id><published>2012-01-23T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:42:25.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty'/><title type='text'>winter whites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXRN_YJQg3w/Tx4yYpEIzFI/AAAAAAAAM8E/h5jUek_ofZw/s1600/whitetowel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXRN_YJQg3w/Tx4yYpEIzFI/AAAAAAAAM8E/h5jUek_ofZw/s400/whitetowel.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yslUgpKc6uA/Tx4yYV4a-TI/AAAAAAAAM7w/JRXRTg2fK2I/s1600/whiteknob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yslUgpKc6uA/Tx4yYV4a-TI/AAAAAAAAM7w/JRXRTg2fK2I/s400/whiteknob.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so tired of brown. feeling inspired by white. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(images from pinterest/anthropologie/potterybarn) &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/2258614745305782827-7410881838732920114?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7410881838732920114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=7410881838732920114&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/7410881838732920114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/7410881838732920114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-whites.html' title='winter whites'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXRN_YJQg3w/Tx4yYpEIzFI/AAAAAAAAM8E/h5jUek_ofZw/s72-c/whitetowel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3349440765312870019</id><published>2012-01-22T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:24:37.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny video'/><title type='text'>can you say...</title><content type='html'>i took a picture of zoe yesterday, and when i showed it to her she said "that's zoe!" and then said "zoezoezoezoezoezoezoe" over and over. i got out my video camera to video her saying it and as soon as i got it out, she stopped. but i got some cute footage of her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h_LNbAwSOsg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite is the end when she says "see you, bye-bye." too cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-3349440765312870019?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3349440765312870019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=3349440765312870019&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3349440765312870019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3349440765312870019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/can-you-say.html' title='can you say...'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/h_LNbAwSOsg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-117627127303337445</id><published>2012-01-20T11:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T11:15:11.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fff'/><title type='text'>favorite photo friday - 1/16/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o5sSslI5Vwc/Txmus8o4aaI/AAAAAAAAM7Q/zwORE1cWugU/s1600/1-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o5sSslI5Vwc/Txmus8o4aaI/AAAAAAAAM7Q/zwORE1cWugU/s640/1-18.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were having a dance party and zoe had just learned how to spin herself around and around in circles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think it's the first time she's ever been dizzy and it was so funny watching her trying to walk afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-117627127303337445?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o5sSslI5Vwc/Txmus8o4aaI/AAAAAAAAM7Q/zwORE1cWugU/s72-c/1-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-2703440741286019256</id><published>2012-01-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T00:00:03.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>hunger games nails</title><content type='html'>in case you want to look like somebody from the capitol,&lt;br /&gt;because you know the poor folks in the districts sure don't have nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qBYWq513Mzo/TxjJ8J0RnMI/AAAAAAAAM7I/TAx1OmJHO6s/s1600/hunger-games-640x828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qBYWq513Mzo/TxjJ8J0RnMI/AAAAAAAAM7I/TAx1OmJHO6s/s640/hunger-games-640x828.jpg" width="494" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my favorite is stone cold, although dress me up and foie gras aren't bad either. i could see smoke and ashes on my toes, but definitely not that dark on my fingernails. what's your favorite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-2703440741286019256?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2703440741286019256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=2703440741286019256&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/2703440741286019256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/2703440741286019256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/hunger-games-nails.html' title='hunger games nails'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qBYWq513Mzo/TxjJ8J0RnMI/AAAAAAAAM7I/TAx1OmJHO6s/s72-c/hunger-games-640x828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-6938765470080549614</id><published>2012-01-19T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:59:38.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>random thought thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq8yuBHoN9U/Txh55NU8MyI/AAAAAAAAM7A/9ZpSG8_e2kw/s1600/cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq8yuBHoN9U/Txh55NU8MyI/AAAAAAAAM7A/9ZpSG8_e2kw/s320/cake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to make &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/89790586290481152/" target="_blank"&gt;this cake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for valentine's day&lt;br /&gt;and replace the hard candies&lt;br /&gt;with red jujube hearts.&lt;br /&gt;it has white chocolate frosting, man.&lt;br /&gt;if only i could find a recipe.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, emilie &lt;a href="http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/layered-peppermint-cheesecake-00420000008157/" target="_blank"&gt;found it! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday i was singing to zoe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and she put her hand over my mouth and said "STOP!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;my vacuum only sucks up through the hose now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;when i'm pushing it like a regular vacuum&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the wind tunnel doesn't...wind...tunnel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come ann de bourgh can inherit her estate&lt;br /&gt;but the bennett's estate is entailed away to mr. collins?&lt;br /&gt;why were some women able to inherit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are contacts called contacts&lt;br /&gt;because they come into contact with your eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to the first harry potter book in the car while i drive &lt;br /&gt;and just realized that if you say diagon alley a certain way,&lt;br /&gt;it sounds like diagonally.&lt;br /&gt;i always said it "die-uh-gone" alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever made up lego star wars is a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoe has started saying "oh yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;when i ask her a question,&lt;br /&gt;but the way she says it makes me laugh so hard.&lt;br /&gt;she sounds like steve urkel but whinier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was with the girls skiing in bikinis on the bachelor?&lt;br /&gt;that was all kinds of weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have &lt;a href="http://simply-delish-recipes.blogspot.com/2010/08/garlic-lime-chicken.html" target="_blank"&gt;dinner &lt;/a&gt;in the crock pot&lt;br /&gt;and it smells so good i might have to eat it for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-6938765470080549614?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6938765470080549614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=6938765470080549614&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/6938765470080549614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/6938765470080549614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-thought-thursday_19.html' title='random thought thursday'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq8yuBHoN9U/Txh55NU8MyI/AAAAAAAAM7A/9ZpSG8_e2kw/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-7158229748539185888</id><published>2012-01-18T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T00:00:08.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='byu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what i believe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>the clothes we wear</title><content type='html'>it was my sophomore year of college, halloween day 1999, and all of my friends had costumes and were dressing up for the parties that night. since i generally hate halloween, i didn't have a costume but tagged along with some friends to hot topic in the mall to purchase a portion of one girl's costume. while there i saw them: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;black, skin-tight, vinyl pants&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. you read that right. i knew i had to have them. i bought them immediately. paired with a black tank top and vasoline slicked-back hair, i was an instant trinity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m9g_eBFgrGA/TxYy8GOn5AI/AAAAAAAAM64/bcjet5iVwvE/s1600/trinity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m9g_eBFgrGA/TxYy8GOn5AI/AAAAAAAAM64/bcjet5iVwvE/s320/trinity.jpg" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(from the movie "the matrix" which had just come out the previous summer and was a huge hit). &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first party included me getting trampled in a mosh pit (with shoe prints on the pants to prove it) and also lots and lots of conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cute &lt;/b&gt;boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed to our next party at the belmont, the posh living situation for byu students. more conversations with lots more cute boys. if you know me at all (or knew me in college), that was very unusual. i am on the shy side in that kind of situation and generally hang back out of the spotlight (unless i was at a dance &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2008/02/question-of-week_13.html" target="_blank"&gt;getting kicked in the crotch&lt;/a&gt;, of course). but something about those pants put me in the spotlight and i lapped it up. as we were leaving that party, we got stopped by a car full of boys that we did not know. they told me and my friends to get in. we did. i sat on one of the boy's laps because there wasn't enough room in the car for everybody. we talked for a few minutes and then they invited us over to their house to watch a movie. we went home to change, went to their house, and the magic was gone. we were there for a very short few minutes but it was obvious, without the costumes, we were no longer invited and soon left. (side note: while this seems like an extremely dangerous situation, and it probably could have been, that's just life in provo. you meet strangers, you watch movies together. it would be a much different situation at a different school, so please don't try this where you live.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you this not to invite your criticism and judgment (while well-deserved), but to prove a point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;the clothes we wear affect our actions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would never in my life get in a strange man's car (&lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-3-normandy.html" target="_blank"&gt;unless i was in france&lt;/a&gt;) and sit on a strange dude's lap, but wearing that inappropriate costume made me somehow a little more brave...and a lot more stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my church has a pamphlet that is distributed to young people and has a section on dress and appearance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div class=""&gt;Your body is sacred. Respect it and do not defile it in any way. Through your dress and appearance, you can show that you know how precious your body is. You can show that you are a disciple of Jesus Christ and that you love Him. &lt;b&gt;Your dress and grooming influence the way you and others act.&lt;/b&gt; ... Never lower your standards of dress. Do not use a special occasion as an excuse to be immodest. When you dress immodestly, you send a message that is contrary to your identity as a son or daughter of God. You also send the message that you are using your body to get attention and approval.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;that is exactly what i did that halloween night, and to this day i am mortified when i even think about it. i can't even believe i'm putting it on my blog for everybody to see...i am inviting your criticism and judgment and that is so scary to me. but i feel like my point is valid. i find that when i wear sweats--which is most days--i act like a slouch. i don't clean my house, i don't get things done, i'm lazy.when i dress up for the day, i get more done. i get out of the house and run errands, i'm not embarrassed if friends stop by, i don't sit in front of the computer for hours because i don't want to waste that cute outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while it may seem shallow that i care about my clothes, or that i post about clothing a lot on my blog, i don't see it as a character flaw. i see it as me trying to help myself be a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s. yes, there are pictures of this costume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.p.s. no, i will not be sharing them here. the story is embarrassing enough without the picture proof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.p.s. you are welcome to laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.p.p.s. if i know you well enough and you want pictures, feel free to email me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-7158229748539185888?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7158229748539185888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=7158229748539185888&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/7158229748539185888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/7158229748539185888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/clothes-we-wear.html' title='the clothes we wear'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m9g_eBFgrGA/TxYy8GOn5AI/AAAAAAAAM64/bcjet5iVwvE/s72-c/trinity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-1986106173091328572</id><published>2012-01-17T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:44:22.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>boden - spring 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;i'll take one of everything, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-byPFhgNXCoI/TxXcbn5HDAI/AAAAAAAAM6w/_xuFoBlVIqo/s640/collage.jpg" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left to right, from top:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Womens-Knitwear/Cardigans/WK735/Womens-Crochet-Button-Cardigan.html" target="_blank"&gt;crochet button cardigan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;cardigan, jeans, top &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Womens-Knitwear/Cardigans/WK732/Womens-Hand-Crochet-Jacket.html" target="_blank"&gt;hand crochet jacket&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Womens-Coats-Jackets/Coats/WE335/Womens-Flower-Button-Coat.html" target="_blank"&gt;flower button coat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Womens-Petite-collection/WC105/Womens-Wideleg-Jeans.html" target="_blank"&gt;wideleg jeans&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Womens-Dresses/Knee-Length-Dresses/WH316/Womens-Jersey-Tea-Dress.html" target="_blank"&gt;jersey tea dress&lt;/a&gt; in black, i could wear this every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Womens-Tops-T-shirts/Short-Sleeved-Tops/WA349/Womens-Palazzo-Top.html" target="_blank"&gt;palazzo top&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Womens-Petite-collection/WM320/Womens-Palazzo-Trousers.html" target="_blank"&gt;palazzo trousers&lt;/a&gt; i love a well-made pant, especially white, in spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Womens-Swimwear/Bikinis-Tankinis/WB024/Womens-Retro-Tankini-Top.html" target="_blank"&gt;retro tankini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Womens-Dresses/Below-Knee-Dresses/WH342/Womens-Riviera-Shirt-Dress.html" target="_blank"&gt;riviera shirt dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Womens-Knitwear/Cardigans/WK708/Womens-Chiffon-Placket-Cardigan.html" target="_blank"&gt;chiffon placket cardigan... &lt;/a&gt;one of everything in the picture, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-1986106173091328572?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1986106173091328572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=1986106173091328572&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1986106173091328572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1986106173091328572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/boden-spring-2012.html' title='boden - spring 2012'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-byPFhgNXCoI/TxXcbn5HDAI/AAAAAAAAM6w/_xuFoBlVIqo/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-2181540520647031084</id><published>2012-01-16T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T00:00:00.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>the perfect christmas gift...5 years too late.</title><content type='html'>i have a hard time buying presents for my mom. if she sees something she wants, she buys it (mostly), so coming up with something creative is sometimes tricky for me. a few months ago my friend had an online tupperware party and as i was looking through the site i happened upon these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yAa2ZMPD28/TxB5RkSsgCI/AAAAAAAAM4U/-ob7P1g_-8M/s1600/tray.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yAa2ZMPD28/TxB5RkSsgCI/AAAAAAAAM4U/-ob7P1g_-8M/s400/tray.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ice cube trays with lids, so the ice doesn't taste weird!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew immediately that this was what my mom needed. when we lived with my parents while dave was in graduate school we never used ice because it always tasted so gross coming out of the trays in their freezer. it was something she didn't have, something useful, something creative. i was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut to the day after christmas. i accidentally had it shipped to our house so i wrapped it here and brought it with us to give to her a day late. i handed her the gift, feeling so excited, and turned around to sit down and watch her open it. as i did so, i looked into the kitchen and was reminded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NV1SeXPlH4c/TxB5OpYacLI/AAAAAAAAM4M/mo2CzrykT40/s1600/fridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NV1SeXPlH4c/TxB5OpYacLI/AAAAAAAAM4M/mo2CzrykT40/s400/fridge.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lowes.com/pd_90433-2251-LGUB2642LF_4294857963_4294937087_?productId=3203211&amp;amp;Ns=p_product_prd_lis_ord_nbr%7C0%7C%7Cp_product_qty_sales_dollar%7C1&amp;amp;pl=1&amp;amp;currentURL=%2Fpl_French%2BDoor%2BRefrigerators_4294857963_4294937087_%3FNs%3Dp_product_prd_lis_ord_nbr%7C0%7C%7Cp_product_qty_sales_dollar%7C1&amp;amp;facetInfo=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she got a &lt;a href="http://www.lowes.com/pd_90433-2251-LGUB2642LF_4294857963_4294937087_?productId=3203211&amp;amp;Ns=p_product_prd_lis_ord_nbr%7C0%7C%7Cp_product_qty_sales_dollar%7C1&amp;amp;pl=1&amp;amp;currentURL=%2Fpl_French%2BDoor%2BRefrigerators_4294857963_4294937087_%3FNs%3Dp_product_prd_lis_ord_nbr%7C0%7C%7Cp_product_qty_sales_dollar%7C1&amp;amp;facetInfo=" target="_blank"&gt;new fridge&lt;/a&gt; a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;with an ice maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was mortified. we had never had a fridge with water and ice in the door, not in my entire life! i had just completely forgotten about their new(ish) fridge. i wanted to grab it out of her hands before she could open it and see with her own eyes what a complete doofus i am. i begged her to let me keep it since our fridge doesn't have an ice maker and we could use it and i would get her something else, but she never did give it back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a thank you note from my dad yesterday thanking us for the gifts, and this is what he said about it, after thanking me for the books i sent him:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;A&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;nd, of course there is also her new ice cube tray – what can I say.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;It sure is something we didn’t have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;or need, might i add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"&gt;it was the perfect christmas gift...for 2007.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;please tell me you've done something this stupid before? please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-2181540520647031084?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2181540520647031084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=2181540520647031084&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/2181540520647031084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/2181540520647031084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/perfect-christmas-gift5-years-too-late.html' title='the perfect christmas gift...5 years too late.'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yAa2ZMPD28/TxB5RkSsgCI/AAAAAAAAM4U/-ob7P1g_-8M/s72-c/tray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-8813505262710311532</id><published>2012-01-15T21:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:03:56.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>golden globes 2012: best and worst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my favorites:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6QSBQvBjGj4/TxOd--9MK4I/AAAAAAAAM48/X3NkWdHcDqo/s1600/diannaagron.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6QSBQvBjGj4/TxOd--9MK4I/AAAAAAAAM48/X3NkWdHcDqo/s400/diannaagron.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ndX-x66xWg/TxOd_H74cQI/AAAAAAAAM5E/C4FqcqIMbDY/s1600/helen.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ndX-x66xWg/TxOd_H74cQI/AAAAAAAAM5E/C4FqcqIMbDY/s400/helen.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i have no idea who this is on the left, but i am in love with her dress. also, navy blue! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRXQsHzcYDU/TxOeAb1w9rI/AAAAAAAAM5U/aPcYjs8Pwws/s1600/kate.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRXQsHzcYDU/TxOeAb1w9rI/AAAAAAAAM5U/aPcYjs8Pwws/s400/kate.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T2DxqvklS2c/TxOeBGYtvzI/AAAAAAAAM5k/oheveYY0ifQ/s1600/reese.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T2DxqvklS2c/TxOeBGYtvzI/AAAAAAAAM5k/oheveYY0ifQ/s400/reese.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;kate beckinsale would look gorgeous in a sack. look at her GLOWING. don't love reese's hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MfpMu7-7mmU/TxOeCllC3eI/AAAAAAAAM50/iY3LBVh2zJ4/s1600/sofia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MfpMu7-7mmU/TxOeCllC3eI/AAAAAAAAM50/iY3LBVh2zJ4/s400/sofia.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0x0roPFLqsk/TxOeDJJDtvI/AAAAAAAAM58/nhSVSCb_8cY/s1600/stacy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0x0roPFLqsk/TxOeDJJDtvI/AAAAAAAAM58/nhSVSCb_8cY/s400/stacy.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;love this color on sofia vergara but her hair is too limp. also, can't believe how perfectly stacy kiebler's dress matched the red carpet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;most modest:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gqiVv-Ek21g/TxOd9qaOuxI/AAAAAAAAM4s/ghPV0VvqqNw/s320/amy.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;this dress isn't doing amy poehler any favors, but look at how covered up she is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;most improved over the emmys:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvP_T_REXeQ/TxOd-Dx8yuI/AAAAAAAAM40/0dkX0SlEJWM/s1600/arielwinter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvP_T_REXeQ/TxOd-Dx8yuI/AAAAAAAAM40/0dkX0SlEJWM/s320/arielwinter.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i'm not a lover of purple, but this is much more age appropriate than ariel winter's emmy's peek-a-boo dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;best back:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3CDpQxqdhUU/TxOeDgdYLbI/AAAAAAAAM6E/q7at7_0EaHM/s1600/stacyback.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3CDpQxqdhUU/TxOeDgdYLbI/AAAAAAAAM6E/q7at7_0EaHM/s400/stacyback.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;best hair: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juj-PidyNoQ/TxOeE2xQxdI/AAAAAAAAM6U/LW3891Bn0w8/s1600/violadavis.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juj-PidyNoQ/TxOeE2xQxdI/AAAAAAAAM6U/LW3891Bn0w8/s400/violadavis.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;her dress isn't my favorite but i love viola davis's hair:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;worst....everything:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ndX-x66xWg/TxOd_H74cQI/AAAAAAAAM5E/C4FqcqIMbDY/s1600/helen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q5zjc9gBcJA/TxOd_ngfe3I/AAAAAAAAM5M/vm3qMDRAFk4/s1600/julianna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q5zjc9gBcJA/TxOd_ngfe3I/AAAAAAAAM5M/vm3qMDRAFk4/s400/julianna.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;hair, dress, accessories....good heavens this was a bad choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;worst hair:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRXQsHzcYDU/TxOeAb1w9rI/AAAAAAAAM5U/aPcYjs8Pwws/s1600/kate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cN1YvkT0avA/TxOeAnRXXwI/AAAAAAAAM5c/J6MAFfMk7cg/s1600/kelly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cN1YvkT0avA/TxOeAnRXXwI/AAAAAAAAM5c/J6MAFfMk7cg/s400/kelly.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVqseO261aI/TxOeEdL0grI/AAAAAAAAM6M/9TcP16iL-yo/s1600/tilda.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVqseO261aI/TxOeEdL0grI/AAAAAAAAM6M/9TcP16iL-yo/s400/tilda.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i thought this picture on the left was hellen mirren and then realized i was off by about 40 years. why is kelly osbourne's hair WHITE? also, we get it tilda swinton. you're weird. your hair is weirder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;worst dresses: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_KsOV9qzE/TxOePAwVgxI/AAAAAAAAM6k/6SPf_TnzKEk/s1600/natalie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_KsOV9qzE/TxOePAwVgxI/AAAAAAAAM6k/6SPf_TnzKEk/s320/natalie.jpg" width="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e7_-RE-HaII/TxOeCAdKMaI/AAAAAAAAM5s/hYOq_EQn_YU/s1600/sarahmichelle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e7_-RE-HaII/TxOeCAdKMaI/AAAAAAAAM5s/hYOq_EQn_YU/s320/sarahmichelle.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkU5geFDwaw/TxOeFWuNtfI/AAAAAAAAM6c/qttoiEaiSxw/s1600/zooey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkU5geFDwaw/TxOeFWuNtfI/AAAAAAAAM6c/qttoiEaiSxw/s320/zooey.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh sarah michelle. oh oh oh. it's so wrong. i love zooey deschanel. i do not love the green pixelated image on her dress. and that bump on the side of natalie portman's dress...what is that? because it just looks weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what did you think? who were your favorites?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-8813505262710311532?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8813505262710311532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=8813505262710311532&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8813505262710311532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8813505262710311532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/golden-globes-2012-best-and-worst.html' title='golden globes 2012: best and worst'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6QSBQvBjGj4/TxOd--9MK4I/AAAAAAAAM48/X3NkWdHcDqo/s72-c/diannaagron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-8843195731971969116</id><published>2012-01-14T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:00:01.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>my kind of sale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;navy blue dresses are on sale at shabby apple. that's my kind of sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4_nw6pbf5A/TxCUQF_IiWI/AAAAAAAAM4c/leDc_eYD5GI/s1600/shabby1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4_nw6pbf5A/TxCUQF_IiWI/AAAAAAAAM4c/leDc_eYD5GI/s400/shabby1.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufho35s_iG0/TxCUQaODBeI/AAAAAAAAM4k/gTdh9DeDvmI/s1600/shabby2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufho35s_iG0/TxCUQaODBeI/AAAAAAAAM4k/gTdh9DeDvmI/s400/shabby2.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.shabbyapple.com/p-1219-a.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;shirt dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.shabbyapple.com/p-1206-phi-beta-kappa.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;phi beta kappa&lt;/a&gt; (my favorite)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-8843195731971969116?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8843195731971969116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=8843195731971969116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8843195731971969116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8843195731971969116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-kind-of-sale.html' title='my kind of sale.'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4_nw6pbf5A/TxCUQF_IiWI/AAAAAAAAM4c/leDc_eYD5GI/s72-c/shabby1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-8129606377931968235</id><published>2012-01-13T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:46:36.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fff'/><title type='text'>favorite photo friday? 1/3/12</title><content type='html'>i need a new series but i can't come up with anything clever.&lt;br /&gt;what do you think? too much alliteration?&lt;br /&gt;i'm still deciding, so i'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;but for now, friday will be dedicated to my favorite picture from that week&lt;br /&gt;(or the previous week, in this case).&lt;br /&gt;today it has nothing to do with the picture and everything to do with the subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xtajmAK5YaM/TxBWInmjhmI/AAAAAAAAM4A/RbH5ESLC1Iw/s1600/01-03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xtajmAK5YaM/TxBWInmjhmI/AAAAAAAAM4A/RbH5ESLC1Iw/s640/01-03.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dion's pizza with ham and green chile. ohhhhhh yeah. don't forget the ranch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-8129606377931968235?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8129606377931968235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=8129606377931968235&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8129606377931968235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8129606377931968235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/favorite-photo-friday-1312.html' title='favorite photo friday? 1/3/12'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xtajmAK5YaM/TxBWInmjhmI/AAAAAAAAM4A/RbH5ESLC1Iw/s72-c/01-03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-1323997618833002821</id><published>2012-01-12T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T08:45:33.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>random thought thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OpdyonWyRzM/Tw7_PIxmbWI/AAAAAAAAM34/4UyLWLRgqyA/s1600/cookiecutters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OpdyonWyRzM/Tw7_PIxmbWI/AAAAAAAAM34/4UyLWLRgqyA/s400/cookiecutters.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my mother-in-law sent me these cookie cutters for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;my mind is spinning with all the things i want to use them for.&lt;br /&gt;aren't they awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost a blog follower yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i guess somebody didn't like my cute kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;yesterday i drove to window rock to meet dave for lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;so we could film a clip for jimmy fallon's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/blogs/2012/07/dudes-we-need-your-subway-subs-across-america-videos/index.php" target="_blank"&gt;subs across america.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;you should do one too, it was very funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but tape your sub shut before you throw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;we have experience with what happens when you don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i got the cutest jammies for christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and now i want to wear them every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why i'm not a morning person?&lt;br /&gt;i get more done in the first few hours of the day&lt;br /&gt;than the entire rest of the day combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;every night by about 8 o'clock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i am freezing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;like shivering, teeth-chattering kind of freezing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and the only thing that helps is a boiling mug of hot chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;seriously it has to be boiling to warm up my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and by the time i drink the whole thing, i'm warm again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;except my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;not even socks helps warm up my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;maybe i should pour some boiling hot chocolate on them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;in our living room we have brown couches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;a green and white end table,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;a white book shelf/tv stand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;a black computer desk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and a blonde wood filing cabinet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i hate it. i hate it much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;zoe scratches my face a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i currently have a doozy of a scratch on my left cheek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;that i think might leave a scar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;don't babies stop doing that when they're, like, 6 weeks old?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dave gave me &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/75631082/petite-rose-earrings-yellow-buy-3-get-1" target="_blank"&gt;these earrings&lt;/a&gt; for christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and i wear them almost every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;they're super cheap but i love how they look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i want one in every color now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dave might get to go to new york city in may for work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;how awesome would it be to have an all expenses paid trip to new york?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i hope jimmy fallon is still taping then so he can go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;he also gets to go to portland at the end of the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;he hates traveling for work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but if it were me i would live it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;is it just me or is food WAY more expensive than it used to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;isaac finished diary of a wimpy kid #5 last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;that dude is on fire with reading these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;if only i could get him interested in harry potter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;my life would be complete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and i could say i was a successful parent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm having lunch with friends,&lt;br /&gt;separating the thousand dollars of meat i purchased into ziplocs for the freezer,&lt;br /&gt;hopefully going to play group,&lt;br /&gt;putting out my valentine's decorations,&lt;br /&gt;and making a delicious dinner.&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be a terrific thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-1323997618833002821?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1323997618833002821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=1323997618833002821&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1323997618833002821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1323997618833002821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-thought-thursday_12.html' title='random thought thursday'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OpdyonWyRzM/Tw7_PIxmbWI/AAAAAAAAM34/4UyLWLRgqyA/s72-c/cookiecutters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-1245175019689016655</id><published>2012-01-11T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T00:00:06.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>the cutest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last night the kids decided to use dad as a jungle gym.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things got a little wild, but while i was watching them&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i couldn't help but think i have&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;cutest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;little family in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JBjMcAnnyAw/Tw0Caz2G3EI/AAAAAAAAM3M/1AKpDdNeRgA/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JBjMcAnnyAw/Tw0Caz2G3EI/AAAAAAAAM3M/1AKpDdNeRgA/s640/013.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YdMtb3x-XiI/Tw0CiS9fXzI/AAAAAAAAM3U/VaT7ThClcb0/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YdMtb3x-XiI/Tw0CiS9fXzI/AAAAAAAAM3U/VaT7ThClcb0/s400/025.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_geeu7YC8sI/Tw0C2PkQcpI/AAAAAAAAM3o/c-74sXprW5I/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_geeu7YC8sI/Tw0C2PkQcpI/AAAAAAAAM3o/c-74sXprW5I/s400/022.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCZZIlX6Qkc/Tw0CsvMB93I/AAAAAAAAM3g/fl7GQsaiVK8/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCZZIlX6Qkc/Tw0CsvMB93I/AAAAAAAAM3g/fl7GQsaiVK8/s640/017.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9WdurEcuSk/Tw0DFiD_cUI/AAAAAAAAM3w/3kkS6pew5KU/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9WdurEcuSk/Tw0DFiD_cUI/AAAAAAAAM3w/3kkS6pew5KU/s400/019.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;p.s. the yellow picture at the top?&lt;br /&gt;that was taken with the flash.&lt;br /&gt;the rest was light from one lamp. go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-1245175019689016655?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1245175019689016655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=1245175019689016655&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1245175019689016655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1245175019689016655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/cutest.html' title='the cutest'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JBjMcAnnyAw/Tw0Caz2G3EI/AAAAAAAAM3M/1AKpDdNeRgA/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-6276854169097878711</id><published>2012-01-10T18:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T18:51:49.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>duchess birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;happy birthday to the duchess of cambridge--my style icon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iuQVSLfUTnY/Twzo5bWSAwI/AAAAAAAAM18/unMOCWQATko/s1600/kate1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iuQVSLfUTnY/Twzo5bWSAwI/AAAAAAAAM18/unMOCWQATko/s320/kate1.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g4gb_48U63w/Twzo7__CzbI/AAAAAAAAM2E/HYaask7HLOM/s1600/kate2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g4gb_48U63w/Twzo7__CzbI/AAAAAAAAM2E/HYaask7HLOM/s320/kate2.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OS7huZLZdIw/Twzo8sLOGsI/AAAAAAAAM2M/4fppBb2qCkY/s1600/kate3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OS7huZLZdIw/Twzo8sLOGsI/AAAAAAAAM2M/4fppBb2qCkY/s320/kate3.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mluFtzKTXrI/Twzo9cc5XNI/AAAAAAAAM2U/m_iz7LnlWrk/s1600/kate4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mluFtzKTXrI/Twzo9cc5XNI/AAAAAAAAM2U/m_iz7LnlWrk/s320/kate4.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fVCKK5Gn2pk/Twzo-vFrRMI/AAAAAAAAM2c/GWiy0HgUnsU/s1600/kate5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fVCKK5Gn2pk/Twzo-vFrRMI/AAAAAAAAM2c/GWiy0HgUnsU/s320/kate5.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iboOrQ4qPkA/Twzo_X5ZpHI/AAAAAAAAM2k/eOtv80wHYHQ/s1600/kate6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iboOrQ4qPkA/Twzo_X5ZpHI/AAAAAAAAM2k/eOtv80wHYHQ/s320/kate6.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JhOfKj_YPPg/Twzo_zedK-I/AAAAAAAAM2s/mZDDU1xUyYE/s1600/kate7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JhOfKj_YPPg/Twzo_zedK-I/AAAAAAAAM2s/mZDDU1xUyYE/s320/kate7.jpg" width="119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gk-kONkpmfQ/TwzpA_5bxwI/AAAAAAAAM20/3DZfGGxguYc/s1600/kate8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gk-kONkpmfQ/TwzpA_5bxwI/AAAAAAAAM20/3DZfGGxguYc/s320/kate8.jpg" width="126" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zn4gszaD5sU/TwzpBaBsN6I/AAAAAAAAM28/pjDtXd32bk0/s1600/kate9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zn4gszaD5sU/TwzpBaBsN6I/AAAAAAAAM28/pjDtXd32bk0/s320/kate9.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://beckstromfamily.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;lynette&lt;/a&gt;! what a fun birthday to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-6276854169097878711?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6276854169097878711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=6276854169097878711&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/6276854169097878711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/6276854169097878711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/duchess.html' title='duchess birthday'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iuQVSLfUTnY/Twzo5bWSAwI/AAAAAAAAM18/unMOCWQATko/s72-c/kate1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-2060693994916929850</id><published>2012-01-09T09:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T09:06:58.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>i stink.</title><content type='html'>friends,&lt;br /&gt;we talked earlier about me trying to improve my photography.&lt;br /&gt;i really, really need help.&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing project 366 in which i take a picture of something every day.&lt;br /&gt;it's not going well.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a fancy camera or any training&lt;br /&gt;but also, i just don't have an eye for it.&lt;br /&gt;i just take 20 pictures of the same thing in the hope that one of them will look good.&lt;br /&gt;i have 6 pages in my scrapbook of my first visit to the tomb of the unknown soldier in 1989.&lt;br /&gt;whereas most people taking pictures would take one and call it good,&lt;br /&gt;i had &lt;i&gt;seventeen pictures &lt;/i&gt;of the same thing...and i scrapbooked them all into my scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;granted i was 9, but that failing seems to have followed me into adulthood;&lt;br /&gt;i have no internal editor when it comes to photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's take a look at a photo that i actually spent quite a bit of time "styling".&lt;br /&gt;if you've been reading the blog for a while you might actually remember&lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-will-never-be-photographer.html" target="_blank"&gt; this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLEbHjxML0M/TwsOzakW3KI/AAAAAAAAM10/yRwEEB9-Tfs/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLEbHjxML0M/TwsOzakW3KI/AAAAAAAAM10/yRwEEB9-Tfs/s640/041.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most embarrassing, this was the best picture of the 6 i took. &lt;br /&gt;so tell me how i can improve.&lt;br /&gt;emilie suggested that when i'm photographing my kids, get down on their level to take the picture.&lt;br /&gt;that's something i actually try to do most of the time already.&lt;br /&gt;also, i try never to use the flash but if it's dark outside i use it because the lighting in our apartment is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;so get down on the level of what you're shooting, use natural light.&lt;br /&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;if you have any other ideas, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;i could really use some help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-2060693994916929850?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2060693994916929850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=2060693994916929850&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/2060693994916929850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/2060693994916929850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-stink.html' title='i stink.'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLEbHjxML0M/TwsOzakW3KI/AAAAAAAAM10/yRwEEB9-Tfs/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-7262466028643315570</id><published>2012-01-08T21:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:19:20.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dave'/><title type='text'>pillow pets</title><content type='html'>i have a love-hate relationship with the monster of pillow pets. are they cute? absolutely. but they are mostly really stupid, and kind of gross. because you need to be able to use a pillow case on pillows for the most obvious of reasons: drool. washing a pillow pet is not as easy or convenient as a pillow case. they can be used as stuffed animals, but not really as a pillow, which my kids want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few months ago zoe was on a stuffed animal craze and whenever she saw one she'd pick it up, hug it, and carry it around with her. it was during just this phase that dave took all 3 kids to walmart. zoe happened upon a generic-brand pillow pet hippopotamus and carried it around for a few minutes. dave was so enchanted with the sweetness of his little girl hugging a stuffed hippo, having not seen her do that yet, that he couldn't resist buying it for her. of course by the time they got home she didn't care about it anymore, but we kept it in case she wanted to carry it around some more at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uc4-PejOH1I/TwpsylS76XI/AAAAAAAAM1k/YWu1XAiMHKY/s1600/2011-06-25_09-37-54_433.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uc4-PejOH1I/TwpsylS76XI/AAAAAAAAM1k/YWu1XAiMHKY/s320/2011-06-25_09-37-54_433.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this hippo pillow pet...it is the ugliest, most horrific thing i have ever seen. with its tongue sticking out and pink eyes it looks like a dead zombie hippo. every time i see it i shudder a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i was downloading pictures from dave's phone and happened upon the pictures he tried to take in walmart, i knew they had to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCashjyZiIM/Twps5YOcjWI/AAAAAAAAM1s/ueWQogszqaQ/s1600/2011-06-25_09-39-16_995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCashjyZiIM/Twps5YOcjWI/AAAAAAAAM1s/ueWQogszqaQ/s320/2011-06-25_09-39-16_995.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead hippo pillow pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;score.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-7262466028643315570?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7262466028643315570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=7262466028643315570&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/7262466028643315570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/7262466028643315570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/pillow-pets.html' title='pillow pets'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uc4-PejOH1I/TwpsylS76XI/AAAAAAAAM1k/YWu1XAiMHKY/s72-c/2011-06-25_09-37-54_433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-6510527996849195774</id><published>2012-01-06T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:16:05.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>look alike</title><content type='html'>dave came home from a young men's activity last month and said that somebody had mentioned to him that the new sister missionary in our ward looked a lot like me. after the ward christmas party an older gentlemen told me he thought we were twins. i still hadn't seen her so when i saw her at church the next day i talked to her about it, and she said she had heard the same thing from a few others. personally, i don't see it, so last night when we had them over for dinner i figured we might as well take a picture to compare. what do you think? (excuse my lack of make-up, i'm too lazy for that kind of hullaballoo these days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn_qZAW7ni4/TwdV5O0Vq_I/AAAAAAAAM1U/99W4Z2cj1W0/s1600/014+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn_qZAW7ni4/TwdV5O0Vq_I/AAAAAAAAM1U/99W4Z2cj1W0/s320/014+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heh heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's the one on the left:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0B9kUgC3Sg/TwdWNpB8HDI/AAAAAAAAM1c/Aw0m7W3KbP4/s1600/014+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0B9kUgC3Sg/TwdWNpB8HDI/AAAAAAAAM1c/Aw0m7W3KbP4/s320/014+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a close-up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNM2caBpmVo/TwdVll5z7WI/AAAAAAAAM1M/uC-PI42RCx0/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNM2caBpmVo/TwdVll5z7WI/AAAAAAAAM1M/uC-PI42RCx0/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do you think? my long-lost twin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-6510527996849195774?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6510527996849195774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=6510527996849195774&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/6510527996849195774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/6510527996849195774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/look-alike.html' title='look alike'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn_qZAW7ni4/TwdV5O0Vq_I/AAAAAAAAM1U/99W4Z2cj1W0/s72-c/014+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-9211604085009979703</id><published>2012-01-04T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:54:23.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>random thought thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fzzUFcYeVw/TwXdGxuiXfI/AAAAAAAAM08/ygC88CYTJPw/s1600/jacket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fzzUFcYeVw/TwXdGxuiXfI/AAAAAAAAM08/ygC88CYTJPw/s320/jacket.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;loving the dots at banana republic today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have talents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i know i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but there is a talent i wish i had that i simply do not possess:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the art of taking pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;look at the pictures on &lt;a href="http://beckstromfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/cozy.html" target="_blank"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i would die to be able to do what lynette does so effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;i'm attempting &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/p366-2012/discuss/72157628674057025/" target="_blank"&gt;project 366&lt;/a&gt; this year in the hopes&lt;br /&gt;that taking at least one picture every day will help a LITTLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it hit me that noah is starting kindergarten is 8 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;all day kinder, friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i feel a strong push to teach him everything i want him to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;in a very short period of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;time is moving so fast these days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;august will be here before i know it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and then he'll be in the clutches of school influence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;my book club read "the book thief" last month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(meeting tomorrow).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;READ THAT BOOK RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it's a little odd and quirky, which i like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but also heartbreaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;no other word for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i came close to sobs by the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;one of those books that literally made my chest ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but it's not just heartbreaking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it's uplifting, too...&lt;br /&gt;a side of WWII that i had never considered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did all my laundry at my sister's house last week.&lt;br /&gt;it was painful paying for it again last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my elbow is itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to &lt;a href="http://debbiedh.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;debbie&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoe was the cutest, sweetest, happiest kid yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;it was like a breath of fresh air for our family&lt;br /&gt;after weeks and weeks of crying and whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday in words with friends i played "quixote" for 66 points.&lt;br /&gt;the next word i played was "bank"...for SEVENTY-TWO POINTS.&lt;br /&gt;what? i do NOT understand the scoring of that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoe just fell asleep on my lap as i was typing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;too bad i have to pick up noah in 10 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;blerg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-9211604085009979703?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/9211604085009979703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=9211604085009979703&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/9211604085009979703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/9211604085009979703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-thought-thursday.html' title='random thought thursday'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fzzUFcYeVw/TwXdGxuiXfI/AAAAAAAAM08/ygC88CYTJPw/s72-c/jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-8827149476143743375</id><published>2012-01-04T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:21:14.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>a week off</title><content type='html'>zoe got really sick (again) a few days before christmas. she had been sick since thanksgiving and had been on an antibiotic but some virus got a hold of her and we decided to cancel our trip to utah. i was so sad--pretty much the only thing that got me through christmas here was knowing i would be with my family afterwards--but didn't want to get anybody sick, so it was decided. december 26th dawned and dave woke me up with "how soon can you be ready to go?" he already had the week off and the kids were at each other's throats after being cooped up together for a week. so we said to heck with getting everybody sick and went anyway. we stayed in my sister's fancy new house, ate at our favorite restaurants, played with cousins, and read. it was a nice, relaxing week. my favorite day was the day we spent on byu campus in provo. i ran into three of my cousins--holly, kelli, and julie--mere hours before holly went into the missionary training center for her mission. i wish i had thought to take a picture, i haven't seen those girls in years. we went bowling in the wilk (even my new camera can't handle all the action of bowling):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YrRQw0F_ofA/TwTWacoLjsI/AAAAAAAAMxg/W7f1hxiJDd4/s1600/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YrRQw0F_ofA/TwTWacoLjsI/AAAAAAAAMxg/W7f1hxiJDd4/s320/062.JPG" width="240" 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know that's not right), but they have some real animals too. we were too late to see the private show but did get to see the public one and the kids were able to pet a snake. score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rlaZWHVKoZE/TwTaEs5isdI/AAAAAAAAMzU/4UE138J_SFk/s1600/075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rlaZWHVKoZE/TwTaEs5isdI/AAAAAAAAMzU/4UE138J_SFk/s320/075.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H79_GXN9do8/TwTaN44gQWI/AAAAAAAAMzc/TMmyC76GNhY/s1600/076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H79_GXN9do8/TwTaN44gQWI/AAAAAAAAMzc/TMmyC76GNhY/s320/076.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we spent one morning at my brother's house watching the byu bowl game and gorging ourselves on trays of chick-fil-a strips and nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CM7rOQIqwao/TwTasHtAfUI/AAAAAAAAMzs/_DBwHcyxKA8/s1600/077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CM7rOQIqwao/TwTasHtAfUI/AAAAAAAAMzs/_DBwHcyxKA8/s400/077.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SaicIyWPQPw/TwTazP0vbuI/AAAAAAAAMz0/W5w_RPwQPbg/s1600/078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SaicIyWPQPw/TwTazP0vbuI/AAAAAAAAMz0/W5w_RPwQPbg/s400/078.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvHqqyGeqxA/TwTbMvfmqJI/AAAAAAAAM0M/rC2mUYEwhVI/s1600/081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvHqqyGeqxA/TwTbMvfmqJI/AAAAAAAAM0M/rC2mUYEwhVI/s400/081.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;zoe really hates it when she has to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i got to meet my niece rebekah, hang with my siblings and their kids, and my parents. i saw sherlock holmes with my sisters, dave saw mission impossible and hung out with his brother greg and his family for one morning. zoe was sick enough that we took her back to her old pediatrician and got another antibiotic, which meant i couldn't go see my friend maude and her new baby. bummer. one cousin told isaac that his parents are santa (whaaat?) and taught him and noah the word "sexy" while another got noah into the habit of saying "oh my gosh" so many times i had to ban the phrase from our house altogether. zoe got her cousins sick and the cousins got isaac sick, and basically it was a fun-filled week of sickness-passing. i'm so glad we were able to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-8827149476143743375?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8827149476143743375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=8827149476143743375&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8827149476143743375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8827149476143743375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2012/01/week-off.html' title='a week off'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YrRQw0F_ofA/TwTWacoLjsI/AAAAAAAAMxg/W7f1hxiJDd4/s72-c/062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-6501452342583842057</id><published>2012-01-03T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:26:20.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>christmas day</title><content type='html'>isaac woke up at 2:30 am christmas morning to see what santa had brought. he tried to wake up noah but thankfully noah didn't respond, so isaac went back to bed. noah came into our room around 7 that morning to tell us there was a bumblebee racetrack out there, so we came right out to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SipKuRVYeuo/TwNfJv7d7LI/AAAAAAAAMv8/ZJsFPvZUUr8/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SipKuRVYeuo/TwNfJv7d7LI/AAAAAAAAMv8/ZJsFPvZUUr8/s640/040.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i have four total pictures of isaac from christmas morning but i can't post 2 ofthem because of lack of modesty on noah's part, but i promise he was there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tcK2fJLeQbw/TwNfSXUFN6I/AAAAAAAAMwE/sTcSeq7BvgU/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tcK2fJLeQbw/TwNfSXUFN6I/AAAAAAAAMwE/sTcSeq7BvgU/s640/041.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;noah's face is so expressive, i LOVE it on christmas morning.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a86o1h7tm-0/TwNfctfA4UI/AAAAAAAAMwM/41pPWwBr5e8/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a86o1h7tm-0/TwNfctfA4UI/AAAAAAAAMwM/41pPWwBr5e8/s640/042.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the pantsless wonders. ugh.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FcyAyNIfdH4/TwNfkhRR86I/AAAAAAAAMwU/c0HKnbnyzIw/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uxDEJFDzCF0/TwNgIfp4AVI/AAAAAAAAMw4/U6pV29Jridw/s640/052.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after opening presents we got ready for church at 10. dave had to leave early to help the young men prepare the sacrament and we showed up right on time. it was a packed house (we combined with the other ward) and the program was fantastic. the kids were so restless and anxious to get back home, but i really enjoyed being at church on christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FB_VEbzQfY/TwNgbTIujgI/AAAAAAAAMxI/zNApcRilNEA/s1600/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FB_VEbzQfY/TwNgbTIujgI/AAAAAAAAMxI/zNApcRilNEA/s400/057.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iNcBJ61nlA0/TwNgfasvB4I/AAAAAAAAMxQ/yCzbh9ksiVk/s1600/059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iNcBJ61nlA0/TwNgfasvB4I/AAAAAAAAMxQ/yCzbh9ksiVk/s400/059.JPG" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got tons of great stuff from my wishlist. dave got a kindle, which he didn't even open until 2 days ago, so we'll see if he actually enjoys his christmas present or not. heh. it was a nice relaxing day and a great time spent with our little family. how was your christmas? did you get everything on your wish list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-6501452342583842057?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SipKuRVYeuo/TwNfJv7d7LI/AAAAAAAAMv8/ZJsFPvZUUr8/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-6715693955345398582</id><published>2012-01-03T13:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:02:13.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>backtracking: christmas eve</title><content type='html'>it snowed on the 23rd but being up so high makes the sun very hot, and the snow melts fast. we headed out in the late morning hours of christmas eve to try sledding on what was left of the snow. it was a surprising success, considering how little snow was left. the kids LOVED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IQGdmNZrU5U/TwNawlEzsaI/AAAAAAAAMuU/ie22yTYDu20/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IQGdmNZrU5U/TwNawlEzsaI/AAAAAAAAMuU/ie22yTYDu20/s400/001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TX2OP1TGqgk/TwNa7Gt5X7I/AAAAAAAAMuc/K6N4UONonwQ/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TX2OP1TGqgk/TwNa7Gt5X7I/AAAAAAAAMuc/K6N4UONonwQ/s320/006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lb8D1nw6UtM/TwNbHFBEzsI/AAAAAAAAMuo/mA6xbJPsjLI/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;once dad took his coat off, zoe's coat was a goner, but it really was too cold for her so after a few minutes of that, we had to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided at the last minute to make a turkey with all the trimmings--my first completely solo effort--and we ate around 2 in the afternoon. it was pretty good, the turkey wasn't completely done in the middle, i only mashed one potato, and the stuffing was a little too moist. other than that, success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oABKNVWCGI8/TwNbrRUGV_I/AAAAAAAAMvA/ymFEksfRsUE/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oABKNVWCGI8/TwNbrRUGV_I/AAAAAAAAMvA/ymFEksfRsUE/s640/033.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lh3ZkvzsdAw/TwNbzZ1-a8I/AAAAAAAAMvM/qEAhA4CFaJk/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lh3ZkvzsdAw/TwNbzZ1-a8I/AAAAAAAAMvM/qEAhA4CFaJk/s400/034.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we made our christmas cookies with a red m&amp;amp;m inside. whoever gets the red m&amp;amp;m gets to open the family present! i was the last to choose a cookie and mine had the m&amp;amp;m, but i was literally too full to eat one bite of it, so i handed it off and let the kids open the present--connect 4 launchers. fun, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0wEsf4g85c/TwNb8n8c0vI/AAAAAAAAMvU/Fh9LdUhYk10/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0wEsf4g85c/TwNb8n8c0vI/AAAAAAAAMvU/Fh9LdUhYk10/s400/035.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids had baths and opened christmas jammies early and then we spent the evening at my friend ashley's house eating delicious treats and talking while the kids played. we headed home for a quick reading of luke 2 and bedtime so santa could make his appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fepX8RExE3U/TwNcFpdF5aI/AAAAAAAAMvc/ZGyxEqpunbc/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fepX8RExE3U/TwNcFpdF5aI/AAAAAAAAMvc/ZGyxEqpunbc/s640/036.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a nerf gun, an air hog, and the only transformer i bought him this year: a t-shirt, for isaac. score.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wK6mMdHcNU/TwNcRHM3tpI/AAAAAAAAMvk/E_5jni2S5vk/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wK6mMdHcNU/TwNcRHM3tpI/AAAAAAAAMvk/E_5jni2S5vk/s640/037.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;bumblebee race track, playdough ice cream maker ("i didn't even wish for that, i don't want it") and a perry shirt for noah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3a0gWrFTrSI/TwNcbOgJMhI/AAAAAAAAMvs/0nPmf9ov04c/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3a0gWrFTrSI/TwNcbOgJMhI/AAAAAAAAMvs/0nPmf9ov04c/s640/038.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a kitchen. zoe isn't totally sure about it yet but if one of us (or the boys) will play with her, she'll mix you up a mean skittle/m&amp;amp;m skillet.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5zzgp-sET4/TwDjxWolLpI/AAAAAAAAMqY/oeY10bAf-5w/s1600/january.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5zzgp-sET4/TwDjxWolLpI/AAAAAAAAMqY/oeY10bAf-5w/s640/january.jpg" width="622" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a visit from my friend andrea and her kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a trip to thanksgiving point's dinosaur museum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zoe started getting into the fridge...which she's still doing, a year later&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our family wrote "books" for family home evening and zoe realized the joy of sitting on the table&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zoe had her first ponytail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dave accepted a job in new mexico&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we started using wireless internet for the first time. no seriously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jlslxUFWqAE/TwDtNGCY-AI/AAAAAAAAMr4/9g4-FbljYZc/s1600/february.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jlslxUFWqAE/TwDtNGCY-AI/AAAAAAAAMr4/9g4-FbljYZc/s640/february.jpg" width="562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;zoe started walking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we celebrated valentine's day with balloons and mickey bowls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i got my first--and, incidentally, my last--haircut of the year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;isaac gave me a valentine that said "this picture is love". too sweet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zoe really started in with the messes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dave went house hunting in gallup and found a house...with a jacuzzi in the living room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a girl&lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-honor-of-valentines-day-isaacs.html" target="_blank"&gt; fell in love&lt;/a&gt; with isaac at church &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rrz8PjxPOfc/TwDtq3R_77I/AAAAAAAAMsE/RL5ha3S3SSQ/s1600/march.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rrz8PjxPOfc/TwDtq3R_77I/AAAAAAAAMsE/RL5ha3S3SSQ/s640/march.jpg" width="564" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my friend tori threw us an awesome going away party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zoe played in boxes while i packed...and packed...and packed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we celebrated zoe's first birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we sad good-bye to the beckmans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zoe hugged my mom for the first time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we moved&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;isaac started school in a new first grade class (mrs. decker!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the in-laws came to visit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i turned 31&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we finished reading the book of mormon with isaac&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*** &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-duoCcSUY3MQ/TwDvNdmOc0I/AAAAAAAAMsQ/YDSKyapoxiA/s1600/april.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-duoCcSUY3MQ/TwDvNdmOc0I/AAAAAAAAMsQ/YDSKyapoxiA/s640/april.jpg" width="502" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;we made our first trip to albuquerque to hang with my sister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we visited dave's office and the "window rock" in window rock, az&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we celebrated easter with my sister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i went to france and spent a day in normandy, a day at disneyland paris, two days in paris, and a day at versailles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i broke my camera again...for the last time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*** &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwf9-3tHv2M/TwDvr-GpjHI/AAAAAAAAMsc/JaVt6XQNg1c/s1600/may.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwf9-3tHv2M/TwDvr-GpjHI/AAAAAAAAMsc/JaVt6XQNg1c/s640/may.jpg" width="552" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;we celerated mother's day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;isaac turned 7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the last day of school for isaac &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8TdSi4KWys/TwDxHHPuZFI/AAAAAAAAMso/aRD-qczphi4/s1600/june.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="518" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8TdSi4KWys/TwDxHHPuZFI/AAAAAAAAMso/aRD-qczphi4/s640/june.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i was called to be primary president in my ward &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we celebrated &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day-interview-062511.html" target="_blank"&gt;father's day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zoe became a pro at helping me with dishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dave took noah on his first camping trip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;summer days spent at the park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;summer mornings spent at mommy school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dave read transformer books over and over and over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*** &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CzwnL_lq0s/TwEVE1nj8lI/AAAAAAAAMs0/usN8IRLp0r0/s1600/july.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="414" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CzwnL_lq0s/TwEVE1nj8lI/AAAAAAAAMs0/usN8IRLp0r0/s640/july.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;isaac caught his first lizard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/07/well-known-fact-gallup-sucks.html" target="_blank"&gt;wallet got stolen&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we celebrated the &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/07/independence-day-2011.html" target="_blank"&gt;funnest 4th of july&lt;/a&gt; with friends and lots of illegal fireworks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we spent a &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/07/albuquerque-in-july.html" target="_blank"&gt;week in albuquerque&lt;/a&gt; and went to the zoo, aquarium, and ate lots of delish food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we discovered the joy of gallup summers and zoe discovered &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day-interview-062511.html" target="_blank"&gt;monsoons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*** &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02ELWoSoBm8/TwEWju9cFHI/AAAAAAAAMtA/LrPcNWW9T6c/s1600/august.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02ELWoSoBm8/TwEWju9cFHI/AAAAAAAAMtA/LrPcNWW9T6c/s640/august.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;our family participated in a day of service and helped bag plums at the local food pantry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dave took the boys camping and some friends took them on their razor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we celebrated our 10th anniversary in boston&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;isaac started 2nd grade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;noah started preschool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*** &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ETavVVSNSAU/TwEXBE_e7zI/AAAAAAAAMtM/8rY1fipQPjo/s1600/september.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="386" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ETavVVSNSAU/TwEXBE_e7zI/AAAAAAAAMtM/8rY1fipQPjo/s640/september.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;we spent a day at the children's museum in albuquerque&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;noah turned 5 and had his first "friend" party--transformers, of course&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;isaac continued catching lizards and spent all free time in that occupation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zoe turned 18 months and started going to nursery at church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*** &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktpPLWPlL8c/TwEXVDyu32I/AAAAAAAAMtY/p6ZyuPaBRlE/s1600/october.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="402" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktpPLWPlL8c/TwEXVDyu32I/AAAAAAAAMtY/p6ZyuPaBRlE/s640/october.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;we loved all the yellow wildflowers that covered every inch of gallup's free space after monsoon season&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;annual pumpkin carving &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;halloween in gallup: isaac (luigi), noah (mario) and zoe (princess peach)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*** &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfbq7neJQTo/TwEXxWZOWPI/AAAAAAAAMtk/bdY_iqxfHdk/s1600/november.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="96" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfbq7neJQTo/TwEXxWZOWPI/AAAAAAAAMtk/bdY_iqxfHdk/s400/november.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't have a single picture from november but i spent a month being grateful on my blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we spent a fantastic thanksgiving at my sister's house in st. george, utah (and her in-laws too).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my niece got engaged&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we had family pictures taken. oh! i guess that means i DO have pictures from november.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*** &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kcEYM219GBU/TwEZBGhGjqI/AAAAAAAAMtw/J0mqzLzDnMk/s1600/december.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="402" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kcEYM219GBU/TwEZBGhGjqI/AAAAAAAAMtw/J0mqzLzDnMk/s640/december.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;we got our first real christmas tree (and have a carpet of pine needles to prove it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we celebrated dave's 34th birthday with a delicious steak dinner and green chile stew &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we attempted an advent activity for every day for &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-week-1.html" target="_blank"&gt;a week&lt;/a&gt; until i burned out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my boys did snow angels...on the rocks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;play groups with friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sledding on christmas eve (and no, dave is not wearing a coat. the gall).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a fun-filled week in utah that included bowling in the wilk and playing with cousins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;isaac lost his second top tooth in a fruit snack at my sister's house &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;whew! it was a busy year full of milestones and laughs. thanks for sharing 2011 with me. i hope your 2012 is merry and bright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4e-lfuR6lxE/TwEbS15mGtI/AAAAAAAAMt8/b7tE4kayGxA/s1600/foley-card-final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4e-lfuR6lxE/TwEbS15mGtI/AAAAAAAAMt8/b7tE4kayGxA/s640/foley-card-final.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-2107717697364502244?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BoijrWwT8zc/TwDry9EXCFI/AAAAAAAAMrs/6RpWNeqBHdQ/s320/swinging.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What did you do in 2011 that you’d never done before?&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;got a stamp in my passport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;i didn't make any, so no, and maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did anyone close to you give birth? &lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;my sister ellen, my sisters-in-law misty, jenny, lindsay, and jessica, my friend maude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did anyone close to you die? &lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What countries did you visit? &lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;the united states of america and FRANCE. also i flew over england and ireland and either iceland or greenland, who knows which.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;only one house payment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What dates from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;march 17 - the day we moved&lt;br /&gt;april 25 - walking in paris for the first time&lt;br /&gt;august 18 - our 10th anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was your biggest achievement of the year? &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;my first year as primary president&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was your biggest failure? &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;my first year as primary president&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;does a sprained ankle count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was the best thing you bought?&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; blake's lotaburger--often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whose behavior merited celebration? &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;kate middleton and prince william&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;zoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where did most of your money go?&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;house payments, car payment, phone/internet bill, student loans, a trip to france, gas....ummm, bills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What did you get really, really, really excited about? &lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;my trip to france&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;and our 10th anniversary trip to boston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What song will always remind you of 2011?&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;"mean" by taylor swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;a) happier or sadder?&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;happier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) thinner or fatter?&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;fatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) richer or poorer? &lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;poorer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do you wish you’d done more of? &lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;reading good books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do you wish you’d done less of? &lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How did you spend Christmas? &lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;at our house with our cute little family, then a week in utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did you fall in love in 2011?&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; i was already in love when it started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was your favorite TV program? &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;happy endings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? &lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;who hates people? i mean really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was the best book you read? &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;these is my words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;mindy gledhill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What did you want and get?&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; a higher income&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What did you want and not get? &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;the sale of our condo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; the help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; or harry potter 7 part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt; i turned 31 the day after we moved to gallup. i spent most of the day crying and then dave brought me a baskin robbins ice cream cake and i was happy. food does that to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;selling our condo and being able to rent a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2011?&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; dresses and scarves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What kept you sane?&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;amazon.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; kate middleton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What political issue stirred you the most? &lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;mitt romney for president!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-i-believe-marriage-is-between-man.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who did you miss? &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;emilie and maude and my utah family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who was the best new person you met?&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; there are too many to name--ashley, sarah, carli, megan, mikelle, racheal, rachael, karina, mary...i could seriously name like 20 more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2011. &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;home isn't necessarily where you thought it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;sung to clearfield, utah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;...for me, it isn't over yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Nevermind I will find someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Don't forget me, I begged...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Nothing compares, no worries, or cares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Regrets and mistakes they're memories made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #134f5c;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;(someone like you, adele)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-weight: bold;"&gt;how was your 2011?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;see previous years in review: &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-year-in-review.html" target="_blank"&gt;2010&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2009/12/decade-in-review.html" target="_blank"&gt;2009 &lt;/a&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/2258614745305782827-5158350291245334788?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5158350291245334788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BoijrWwT8zc/TwDry9EXCFI/AAAAAAAAMrs/6RpWNeqBHdQ/s72-c/swinging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3952690134676166196</id><published>2011-12-25T19:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T19:48:37.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what i believe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>what i believe: Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kj5RYNF_wVk/TvfgU3-P6qI/AAAAAAAAMp0/QS8BsEnMPTE/s1600/lizlemon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kj5RYNF_wVk/TvfgU3-P6qI/AAAAAAAAMp0/QS8BsEnMPTE/s320/lizlemon.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=""&gt;And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inns.&lt;span class="verse"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="verse"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="verse"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy&lt;a class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/luke/2?lang=eng#" id="footnote9" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=luke&amp;amp;chapterUri=2&amp;amp;noteID=10b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which shall be to all people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=""&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark-anchor dontHighlight" href="" name="11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour&lt;a class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/luke/2?lang=eng#" id="footnote11" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=luke&amp;amp;chapterUri=2&amp;amp;noteID=11b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which is Christ the Lord&lt;a class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/luke/2?lang=eng#" id="footnote12" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=luke&amp;amp;chapterUri=2&amp;amp;noteID=11c&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a class="bookmark-anchor dontHighlight" href="" name="12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=""&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark-anchor dontHighlight" href="" name="13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="verse"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=""&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark-anchor dontHighlight" href="" name="14"&gt;Glory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/luke/2?lang=eng#" id="footnote14" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=nt&amp;amp;bookUri=luke&amp;amp;chapterUri=2&amp;amp;noteID=14a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/luke/2?lang=eng" target="_blank"&gt;Luke 2: 7-11, 13-14 &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/2258614745305782827-3952690134676166196?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3952690134676166196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kj5RYNF_wVk/TvfgU3-P6qI/AAAAAAAAMp0/QS8BsEnMPTE/s72-c/lizlemon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3606477145343865862</id><published>2011-12-23T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T09:11:40.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question of the week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>question of the week: favorite christmas movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what's your favorite christmas movie?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;******&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQw-7FSLGm0/TvSnotJ0rqI/AAAAAAAAMpY/iJ_r5LsKWFE/s1600/christmasstory.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQw-7FSLGm0/TvSnotJ0rqI/AAAAAAAAMpY/iJ_r5LsKWFE/s400/christmasstory.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a whole list of movies i love to watch at christmas, and most of them are probably the same as yours--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas vacation&lt;br /&gt;a christmas story&lt;br /&gt;it's a wonderful life&lt;br /&gt;little women&lt;br /&gt;home alone&lt;br /&gt;elf &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--but one of those stands out as my favorite: it's a wonderful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qkeMt-MM4r4/TvSmu-_D28I/AAAAAAAAMpA/HXLGx85TltY/s1600/itsa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qkeMt-MM4r4/TvSmu-_D28I/AAAAAAAAMpA/HXLGx85TltY/s1600/itsa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dave asked for the dvd copy for his birthday because we always watch it on tv and 4 hours is too long to watch a 2 hour movie. we watched it last night and i was struck again by how good it is. there are some seriously funny lines, like "hey, brainless" when george is talking to mary in the soda shop, or when he tells his mom he's going to go find a girl and do some "passionate necking." and so many others. but the reality of the story is what i love so much about it. most of the time, people don't really live out their dreams. most people are completely ordinary. but each of us can touch other peoples lives in an extraordinary way, even if we feel totally ordinary. while george never became an explorer, an adventurer, or a builder of big things, he did make life better for the people he interacted with. that's really all i want; to make life better for my husband, my kids, our family and friends. when those people come pouring into his house with all their hard-earned money at the end, i lose it every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kl7pW4uS2YQ/TvSm97v4-CI/AAAAAAAAMpM/Kj4YBnt4SSQ/s1600/itsa2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kl7pW4uS2YQ/TvSm97v4-CI/AAAAAAAAMpM/Kj4YBnt4SSQ/s400/itsa2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i_jGTA8H8dE/TvSn51IXvUI/AAAAAAAAMpk/fwFXyNkrP80/s1600/itsa3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i_jGTA8H8dE/TvSn51IXvUI/AAAAAAAAMpk/fwFXyNkrP80/s400/itsa3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;****** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"&gt;so tell me, what's your favorite christmas movie? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-3606477145343865862?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3606477145343865862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N74apK39rKA/TvN5VteOXuI/AAAAAAAAMos/8Kg_WaWijSk/s1600/IMG_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N74apK39rKA/TvN5VteOXuI/AAAAAAAAMos/8Kg_WaWijSk/s400/IMG_0008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RIX1O67_Cu0/TvN5d4hyXVI/AAAAAAAAMo0/_UocDStQjdg/s1600/IMG_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RIX1O67_Cu0/TvN5d4hyXVI/AAAAAAAAMo0/_UocDStQjdg/s400/IMG_0009.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we went to my cute friend ashley's house&lt;br /&gt;to make and decorate gingerbread cookies.&lt;br /&gt;zoe had a terrible time&lt;br /&gt;but everybody else had loads of fun,&lt;br /&gt;and the cookies were the best gingerbread cookies i've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;thanks ashley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i am so thrilled to be getting all of your christmas cards.&lt;br /&gt;thank you, SO MUCH, to all of you who have sent them.&lt;br /&gt;ours is coming but it will probably be a new years card.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe st. patrick's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two nights ago noah wet his bed.&lt;br /&gt;i removed the &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-genius-because.html" target="_blank"&gt;top layer&lt;/a&gt; of bedding.&lt;br /&gt;last night he wet his bed again...&lt;br /&gt;and then MY bed.&lt;br /&gt;and he was on top of the comforter,&lt;br /&gt;so it went through about 6 layers,&lt;br /&gt;all the way to the mattress.&lt;br /&gt;darn my deep sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;i don't let him in my bed for this very reason&lt;br /&gt;but i never even knew he was there&lt;br /&gt;until 4:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;spent several hours at the laundromat to remedy the situation.&lt;br /&gt;i just wish there was a way to clean my mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's snowing like crazy today.&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE snow before christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you heard michael buble's new christmas album?&lt;br /&gt;you should get it. it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoe started saying her own name yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i thought her singing was the cutest thing ever but i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;hearing "zo-weee" over and over is the cutest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night almost my entire family&lt;br /&gt;went to&lt;a href="http://www.tshc.biz/restaurants/roof.php" target="_blank"&gt; the roof&lt;/a&gt; in salt lake for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;today is the aunts lunch at pf chang's. &lt;br /&gt;i hate missing family traditions,&lt;br /&gt;especially when they involve delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many movies i'm excited to see:&lt;br /&gt;the hobbit&lt;br /&gt;hunger games &lt;br /&gt;sherlock holmes&lt;br /&gt;mission: impossible 4&lt;br /&gt;(side note: i saw mission impossible 3 on a date...NOT with dave.&lt;br /&gt;can't believe the franchise has lasted this long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did anybody notice that i actually have pictures of my kids on this post?&lt;br /&gt;in non-blurry photos?&lt;br /&gt;santa came early and i am SOOOO excited.&lt;br /&gt;i will NOT be dropping this camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-4336047896239878001?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rPYK00UNFiA/TvN5KWEaqgI/AAAAAAAAMog/jO0BkF26NqY/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3252452134047670240</id><published>2011-12-21T23:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T23:18:36.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>it's back!</title><content type='html'>maybe you didn't notice, maybe you did, but this blog didn't exist for about 12 hours today. it sent me into a tailspin panic and grouchy mood for the entire day. i no longer keep a personal journal, i rely on this blog for all of that, and i haven't backed it up or had it printed since i started it more than 4 years ago. i was sick, literally sick to my stomach and so worried that i had lost it all. and then tonight, there it was, back again. and dave said "what did we learn from this?" and i thought "to get pictures printed and write a real journal" but he said "start saving to have the blog printed into a book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i like that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, maybe a move to wordpress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-3252452134047670240?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3252452134047670240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=3252452134047670240&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3252452134047670240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3252452134047670240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-back.html' title='it&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-1449852512591807873</id><published>2011-12-19T15:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T15:02:50.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>christmas dress - for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;if i was buying a christmas dress this year,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;these would be on the short list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u2K-hF5B27Q/Tu-xluP-JBI/AAAAAAAAMns/E-UYkpijGrA/s1600/dots.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u2K-hF5B27Q/Tu-xluP-JBI/AAAAAAAAMns/E-UYkpijGrA/s400/dots.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with a red cardigan...i would DIE.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKuMQY7a-Bs/Tu-xow2VAwI/AAAAAAAAMoM/t9kDPF0xy3c/s1600/sweaterdress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKuMQY7a-Bs/Tu-xow2VAwI/AAAAAAAAMoM/t9kDPF0xy3c/s400/sweaterdress.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;if only i could pull off a sweater dress&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zWsdFEn5Wlo/Tu-xoKKnrXI/AAAAAAAAMoE/2t9WDKgzyuE/s1600/red.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zWsdFEn5Wlo/Tu-xoKKnrXI/AAAAAAAAMoE/2t9WDKgzyuE/s400/red.jpg" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;love the bright color&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1xU7ITrzbdk/Tu-xmjofN0I/AAAAAAAAMn8/Wc_eckWiIu8/s1600/jardin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1xU7ITrzbdk/Tu-xmjofN0I/AAAAAAAAMn8/Wc_eckWiIu8/s400/jardin.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with a tank and cardigan--the &lt;i&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt; comfy dress&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iupmklDBtzM/Tu-xmNym0VI/AAAAAAAAMn0/A2k2Qanzb5A/s1600/dots2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iupmklDBtzM/Tu-xmNym0VI/AAAAAAAAMn0/A2k2Qanzb5A/s400/dots2.jpg" width="167" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;polka dots complete me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckid0c1T4oI/Tu-xj1Y5MvI/AAAAAAAAMnk/k9v1vM5mRvc/s1600/black.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckid0c1T4oI/Tu-xj1Y5MvI/AAAAAAAAMnk/k9v1vM5mRvc/s400/black.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;if this was navy blue, i would buy it right this very second, bills be darned.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRbw1oBl3z4/Tu-0KtGUjZI/AAAAAAAAMoU/KKeiIC6Y970/s1600/blackmaxi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRbw1oBl3z4/Tu-0KtGUjZI/AAAAAAAAMoU/KKeiIC6Y970/s400/blackmaxi.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;you have to see this on the model. gorgeous.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;are you buying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bananarepublic.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=69884&amp;amp;vid=1&amp;amp;pid=450203" target="_blank"&gt;dotted dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=23452212&amp;amp;catId=CLOTHES-DRESSES&amp;amp;pushId=CLOTHES-DRESSES&amp;amp;popId=CLOTHES&amp;amp;navCount=72&amp;amp;color=038&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;isSubcategory=true&amp;amp;subCategoryId=CLOTHES-DRESSES&amp;amp;templateType=subCategory" target="_blank"&gt;sweater dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/p-923-nothin-like-a-dame.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;red dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bananarepublic.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=69884&amp;amp;vid=1&amp;amp;pid=833713" target="_blank"&gt;jardin dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/p-1329-going-steady.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;dots with sleeves dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.asos.com/ASOS-Midi-Dress-With-Belt/x3zny/?iid=1857577&amp;amp;cid=8799&amp;amp;Rf961=3342,3340,3345&amp;amp;sh=0&amp;amp;pge=0&amp;amp;pgesize=200&amp;amp;sort=-1&amp;amp;clr=Black&amp;amp;mporgp=L0FTT1MvQVNPUy1NaWRpLURyZXNzLVdpdGgtQmVsdC9Qcm9kLw.." target="_blank"&gt;black with belt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Clearance/Womens-Dresses/Below-Knee-Dresses/WH285/Womens-Jersey-Maxi-Dress.html?NavGroupID=4" target="_blank"&gt;black maxi with sleeves &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-1449852512591807873?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1449852512591807873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=1449852512591807873&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1449852512591807873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1449852512591807873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-dress-for-me.html' title='christmas dress - for me'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u2K-hF5B27Q/Tu-xluP-JBI/AAAAAAAAMns/E-UYkpijGrA/s72-c/dots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-1067680912712278137</id><published>2011-12-18T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:10:31.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dave'/><title type='text'>slinger sunday</title><content type='html'>15 years ago today dave entered the missionary training center in provo, utah to prepare for his 2 year mission to st. louis, missouri. in honor of that date he makes slingers. what are slingers? &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-tradition.html" target="_blank"&gt;here's a reminder&lt;/a&gt;. a popular food in missouri (and perhaps other places in the midwest?). today he went all out with homemade chili in the crockpot and i can't believe how much better they tasted. while slingers are not my favorite food, i love a tradition. do you have any goofy traditions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sorry, too lazy to post pictures. maybe i'll add them tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-1067680912712278137?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1067680912712278137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=1067680912712278137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1067680912712278137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1067680912712278137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/12/slinger-sunday.html' title='slinger sunday'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-4308296900154272699</id><published>2011-12-16T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T00:00:02.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noah'/><title type='text'>funny things kids say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QidYpbHYKDk/TulvjDuAzUI/AAAAAAAAMnE/lvM42xvDp_A/s1600/boys.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QidYpbHYKDk/TulvjDuAzUI/AAAAAAAAMnE/lvM42xvDp_A/s640/boys.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xK8_1DeKZMI/TulugWGwgZI/AAAAAAAAMm0/L_HucLJps6I/s1600/kids3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8nrOPWhfWWk/Tuluk8XqagI/AAAAAAAAMm8/JjWk4ILL5As/s1600/zoe2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;opera was playing in the background while noah and isaac were playing wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;noah: "did you hear that girl song, isaac?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;isaac: "yeah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;dave: "did you like that girl song, noah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;noah: "no, i didn't like it at all."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;me: "but it was so pretty!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;isaac: "boys don't like pretty things, mom. they don't like pretty things at all."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were reading the story of Christ's crucifixion in the book of luke when isaac goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dad? i have a question."&lt;br /&gt;"yes, isaac?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"how do our fingernails stick in our fingers?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;profound insight into the Gospel, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to robyn's "call your girlfriend" and isaac said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is that lady gaga?"&lt;br /&gt;and i laughed because how does he know lady gaga? and then noah said&lt;br /&gt;"gaga? what's &lt;i&gt;lady gaga&lt;/i&gt;?" laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;because gaga is what babies say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were watching &lt;i&gt;rio &lt;/i&gt;and when the plane first flies into rio de janeiro noah saw the statue of Jesus and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"it's the Jesus of liberty!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xK8_1DeKZMI/TulugWGwgZI/AAAAAAAAMm0/L_HucLJps6I/s1600/kids3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xK8_1DeKZMI/TulugWGwgZI/AAAAAAAAMm0/L_HucLJps6I/s640/kids3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night isaac was saying our family prayer and right before he started noah said "but mo-ooom, i was counting my centipede's legs!" when i asked him to wait 'til after the prayer, we all bowed our heads and then isaac closed his eyes and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"1...2..."&lt;/b&gt; instead of starting the prayer. we laughed and laughed and then nobody could say the prayer after that because we were laughing so hard. i guess noah's counting suggestion really stuck in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8nrOPWhfWWk/Tuluk8XqagI/AAAAAAAAMm8/JjWk4ILL5As/s1600/zoe2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8nrOPWhfWWk/Tuluk8XqagI/AAAAAAAAMm8/JjWk4ILL5As/s640/zoe2.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoe is talking like crazy but only in a language i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you = tank&lt;br /&gt;binky = beeky beeky&lt;br /&gt;mine = my&lt;br /&gt;no = NO!!!!!...all. day. long.&lt;br /&gt;twinkle twinkle little star = teekateekateekateeka&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you = happy to you, happy to you&lt;br /&gt;mama = mama&lt;br /&gt;dada = mama&lt;br /&gt;isaac = ikeee&lt;br /&gt;juice = shoos&lt;br /&gt;shoes = shoos&lt;br /&gt;snack = shoos&lt;br /&gt;yes = dee or da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has also started singing and it might be the sweetest thing she has ever done. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, those PICTURES. i can't get enough. holla to &lt;a href="http://www.sarahlovephotography.com/" target="_blank"&gt;sarahlove photography&lt;/a&gt;, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-4308296900154272699?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4308296900154272699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=4308296900154272699&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/4308296900154272699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/4308296900154272699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/12/funny-things-kids-say.html' title='funny things kids say'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QidYpbHYKDk/TulvjDuAzUI/AAAAAAAAMnE/lvM42xvDp_A/s72-c/boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-8551343481939785897</id><published>2011-12-15T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T14:33:10.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>random thought thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2WYi-7wnRw/Tupm97JJvnI/AAAAAAAAMnM/mWPSDshud3Y/s1600/dresss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2WYi-7wnRw/Tupm97JJvnI/AAAAAAAAMnM/mWPSDshud3Y/s640/dresss.jpg" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/246079567108942523/" target="_blank"&gt;vintage christmas card&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had that girl's outfit.&lt;br /&gt;also i want to print this and frame it at christmastime.&lt;br /&gt;also, i want to send it out to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;it's just the cutest card ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a clean kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;is very important to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;monday was my last day of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;if anybody is hiring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;for a mom to stay home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and work whenever she feels like it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;for a lot of money,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;give me a ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i have never in my entire life been as busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;as i have been the past few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it's rough for a lazy person to be super busy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i'll tell ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoe started having tantrums&lt;br /&gt;and saying "mine, mine!"&lt;br /&gt;on monday when anyone came near her stuff&lt;br /&gt;and it's getting worse every day.&lt;br /&gt;nice that i can pinpoint the day the tantrums started.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to when she's 4 and this is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;primary is in charge of decorating&lt;br /&gt;for relief society's activity this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;we were told to prepare for 20 tables (tablecloths, centerpieces)&lt;br /&gt;and there are 32 tables set up.&lt;br /&gt;i hope people don't mind eating on bare, ugly tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiding christmas presents is tricky in an apartment,&lt;br /&gt;so most of ours are in our storage unit.&lt;br /&gt;the gates close at 8 pm.&lt;br /&gt;somebody PLEASE remind me to get them out of storage&lt;br /&gt;before 8 pm on christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every one in a while, our van doesn't start.&lt;br /&gt;it's not the battery, because everything that uses the battery works,&lt;br /&gt;the car just won't start.&lt;br /&gt;it's happened 3 or 4 times since we bought it.&lt;br /&gt;today it happened twice.&lt;br /&gt;prayers might not work anymore...it's probably time to take it to a shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the jim carrey animated version of a christmas carol?&lt;br /&gt;NOT a children's movie, fyi.&lt;br /&gt;it is sooo loud and scary and creepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kids' christmas lists change every day.&lt;br /&gt;too bad i already have most of their gifts.&lt;br /&gt;i hope they're well adjusted enough not to be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i HATE the images on pinterest&lt;br /&gt;with a super hot chick that say something like&lt;br /&gt;"nothing tastes as good as being skinny feels."&lt;br /&gt;shut up.&lt;br /&gt;first of all, that's not true.&lt;br /&gt;i've been skinny and i've eaten really good food,&lt;br /&gt;so i know.&lt;br /&gt;second of all, can't people just keep those pins to themselves?&lt;br /&gt;because i don't want to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-8551343481939785897?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8551343481939785897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=8551343481939785897&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8551343481939785897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8551343481939785897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-thought-thursday_15.html' title='random thought thursday'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2WYi-7wnRw/Tupm97JJvnI/AAAAAAAAMnM/mWPSDshud3Y/s72-c/dresss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-6692392541056711154</id><published>2011-12-13T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T22:38:30.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dave'/><title type='text'>Fall 2011 TV - by david foley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I realize that I watch way too much television and that as far as hobbies go my hobby of television viewing is quite shallow. There is a place for entertainment and diversion but I have probably gone a bit overboard. Fortunately for me there haven't been any new shows this year that I love so I hope I can begin whittling them down soon. I have included the following chart to illustrate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UyOolOiKB6M/TufXmNzltkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/b_exFDT1Y34/s1600/TV%2Bchart%2B2.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="428" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685750106119583298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UyOolOiKB6M/TufXmNzltkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/b_exFDT1Y34/s640/TV%2Bchart%2B2.png" style="display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time there was a season in which I didn't love any new show was 2002. This year New Girl, Suburgatory, Up All Night, and Grimm may end up as a favorite but I'm not too optimistic. For me, I think TV is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to do some great post about all the shows I've been watching this year until I realized that it's no fun reading reviews from TV critics. There was a critic that I regularly read who is insightful, well spoken, and likes many of the same shows that I like. But nothing he writes helps me enjoy the shows I watch any more than I already do. I think where critics might be helpful is in their suggestions of shows to watch. So I'll simply rank the shows that I watch, with a brief comment after some, and recommend that you all check out the top 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;b&gt;Terra Nova&lt;/b&gt;: trying to be too much all at once&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;b&gt;Last Man Standing&lt;/b&gt;: After the pilot the producers said "Screw it. Let's just redo Home Improvement."&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;b&gt;Man Up&lt;/b&gt; : I believe it is already cancelled. They had one really good supporting character.&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;b&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/b&gt;: Just show us the mother and call it a series.&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;b&gt;Once Upon A Time:&lt;/b&gt; A little cheesy for my taste. I guess I like Sci-Fi more than Fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;b&gt;Person of Interest&lt;/b&gt;: Reese must have grown up watching the A-team because nobody shoots at more people without actually killing them. By next season I hope every criminal is wearing bullet proof vests on their knees.&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;b&gt;Suburgatory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;b&gt;Up All Night&lt;/b&gt;16. &lt;b&gt;New Girl&lt;/b&gt;: has funny highs, but lots of dud jokes too. Once they figure out what to do with the dudes it will be better.&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;b&gt;Grimm&lt;/b&gt;: even if you don't like the premise you could watch just for the colors. &lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;b&gt;Chopped&lt;/b&gt;: my summer obsession. What I've learned so far is that you should never use truffel oil, desserts shouldn't really be sweet, mascarpone goes with everything. &lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;b&gt;Castle&lt;/b&gt;: I've mostly watched out of the corner of my eye as I work on my NFL algorithm. It's lost some appeal for me but I'm not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;b&gt;Parenthood&lt;/b&gt;11. &lt;b&gt;Chuck&lt;/b&gt;: Last week's episode was the first that felt like Chuck since they returned. I suspect this will move up the ratings because they do finales typically better than everyone. &lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;The Amazing Race&lt;/b&gt;: I really wanted Bill and Kathy to win, and once I turned on Cindy for whining for the snowboarders to let them win a leg of the race I knew she would win. Also, I really love football, but Marcus' never ending football analagies almost made me want to stop watching. &lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;The Office&lt;/b&gt;: Probably doesn't deserve to be ranked this high. I love the Nard dog, I own a shirt with his catch phrase, but something's missing. &lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Psych&lt;/b&gt;: The scene when they apprehend the murderer to the dulcet sounds of Kenny G is easily a top 5 scene of the season. &lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Next Iron Chef&lt;/b&gt;: Super Chefs&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;The Middle&lt;/b&gt;: I think we've documented the similarities between the Heck's and the Foley's. We can relate to almost every episode. I think it's a pretty accurate portrayal of the lower middle class. Also, their Christmas episode did an excellent job of addressing religion and faith without insulting either side.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Modern Family&lt;/b&gt;: For me, I think they've plateaued. Their characters are starting to feel one note. Although Phil getting tasered was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Happy Endings&lt;/b&gt;: The only scene from the fall that I replayed instantly ( 4-5 times really) came from this show. If something gives me an asthma attack I know it's good.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Parks &amp;amp; Recreation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Fringe&lt;/b&gt;: I loved the chemistry and rhthym they created at the end of last season. This season seems out of balance (and I believe it's intentional), but if they can't recapture what they had, the show might slip for me.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Community&lt;/b&gt; : At the risk of sounding like a complete dork, I have pretty regular dreams that I'm a student at Greendale. My second favorite scene of the season may have been this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QNVf2lX7NTc" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet to premiere this season and haven't been ranked: Southland, 30 Rock, Breaking In, Cougartown, White Collar, Alcatraz (new), and Touch (new). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give Community a chance. It's on the chopping block but is probably the most creative show on TV. You never know what you'll get week to week style-wise (musical, documentary, multiple time lines) but the characters are always true to themselves. The cast is great and after 2 and a quarter seasons is really clicking. In 2 years people will fall in love with this show on Netflix or Hulu and be disappointed that there were only 3 seasons. Even if you think it's too weird, just turn it on at 8/7 central so its ratings will be high enough to keep it on the air. If Chuck can live to see 5 seasons, certainly Community deserves 6 seasons and a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emily-edit: you can tweet to @nbc with the hashtag #savecommunity even if you don't like the show, just for the sake of dave's awesome community blogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-6692392541056711154?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6692392541056711154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=6692392541056711154&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/6692392541056711154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/6692392541056711154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/12/fall-2011-tv-by-david-foley.html' title='Fall 2011 TV - by david foley'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798136476759200837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UyOolOiKB6M/TufXmNzltkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/b_exFDT1Y34/s72-c/TV%2Bchart%2B2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-6245515409515914011</id><published>2011-12-11T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T19:01:54.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>advent - week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were slow to start but here's how our first week of advent activities went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;day 1 - read christmas stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWOwKoyRFCg/TuJ8f-xzO2I/AAAAAAAAMkc/5Z-CfkXCj0U/s1600/santaduck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWOwKoyRFCg/TuJ8f-xzO2I/AAAAAAAAMkc/5Z-CfkXCj0U/s320/santaduck.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;day 2 - make christmas sugar cookies and decorate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ntl057wqTI/TuU0YKH2OOI/AAAAAAAAMkk/-CVg7N20fHc/s1600/VID00636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ntl057wqTI/TuU0YKH2OOI/AAAAAAAAMkk/-CVg7N20fHc/s320/VID00636.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0L0gNlanc0w/TuU0ZDe8H6I/AAAAAAAAMks/psi3vG9lj8o/s1600/VID00637.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0L0gNlanc0w/TuU0ZDe8H6I/AAAAAAAAMks/psi3vG9lj8o/s320/VID00637.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEhw3GwYIHI/TuU0Zx4fz0I/AAAAAAAAMk0/-8VvMocZA_U/s1600/VID00638.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEhw3GwYIHI/TuU0Zx4fz0I/AAAAAAAAMk0/-8VvMocZA_U/s320/VID00638.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Z0KQAhYjW0/TuU0azKtRhI/AAAAAAAAMk8/PxUZQqKMZYU/s1600/VID00639.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Z0KQAhYjW0/TuU0azKtRhI/AAAAAAAAMk8/PxUZQqKMZYU/s320/VID00639.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EI9wGU8tqgI/TuU0buOtrJI/AAAAAAAAMlE/7xJPE9giexM/s1600/VID00626.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EI9wGU8tqgI/TuU0buOtrJI/AAAAAAAAMlE/7xJPE9giexM/s320/VID00626.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;i had dave get my &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-say-money-doesnt-buy-happiness.html" target="_blank"&gt;magic kitchenaid&lt;/a&gt; out of storage specifically for this activity. if only he had also found a dishwasher and maid in storage as well. it took two full hours of clean up time. but the kids were crazy for it and the boys kept saying "this is the best day EVER!" and "i love you mom!" over and over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;day 3 - surprise snowball fight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dDLbn58yJ1o/TuU02sUt6VI/AAAAAAAAMlM/PTBghURXxdU/s1600/VID00625.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dDLbn58yJ1o/TuU02sUt6VI/AAAAAAAAMlM/PTBghURXxdU/s400/VID00625.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dave came home to this note on the door that said "you are under attack starting &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;!" along with a bag full of "snowballs" (crumpled up papers). there had to be rules; dave lives and dies by rules. the execution was a little less than stellar (the kids attacked before he had a chance to set his stuff down and it was over within about 30 seconds) but it was a fun idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;day 4 - elf yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #e9e9e9; width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=3wHNJ4aYyV18ikzZ&amp;amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself" height="319" id="A184931" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' 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large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;day 5 - buy our first real tree and decorate it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwSyeh7Zo40/TuU3YMsvwLI/AAAAAAAAMmE/vRhejl-CqlY/s1600/VID00621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwSyeh7Zo40/TuU3YMsvwLI/AAAAAAAAMmE/vRhejl-CqlY/s400/VID00621.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;isaac picked out the perfect tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xnrp-txJPFY/TuU3RoPLyAI/AAAAAAAAMls/7I9dZjtmP3Q/s1600/VID00612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xnrp-txJPFY/TuU3RoPLyAI/AAAAAAAAMls/7I9dZjtmP3Q/s400/VID00612.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;noah and zoe loved watching the lady cut off the bottom and trim the branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-usWzFWWlwk8/TuU3SXMuh1I/AAAAAAAAMl0/o3GSzjesTO8/s1600/VID00610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-usWzFWWlwk8/TuU3SXMuh1I/AAAAAAAAMl0/o3GSzjesTO8/s400/VID00610.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i loved seeing it strapped to the top of the car. felt so christmassy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uLhmUxKBtk/TuU3VjQ84iI/AAAAAAAAMl8/bdd6V2xEHCg/s1600/VID00613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uLhmUxKBtk/TuU3VjQ84iI/AAAAAAAAMl8/bdd6V2xEHCg/s400/VID00613.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0UuBOJ13xmI/TuU3eEkORjI/AAAAAAAAMmM/RkATS8hhQV8/s1600/VID00624.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0UuBOJ13xmI/TuU3eEkORjI/AAAAAAAAMmM/RkATS8hhQV8/s400/VID00624.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hurray for car shopping carts at home depot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the finished product:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uMJVoK_dBLg/TuU3PZwrRrI/AAAAAAAAMlk/zOdK-2Mlo-E/s1600/VID00597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uMJVoK_dBLg/TuU3PZwrRrI/AAAAAAAAMlk/zOdK-2Mlo-E/s400/VID00597.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the leaning tree of foley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3thFwJJL5Hg/TuU3OZ1HTKI/AAAAAAAAMlc/GqXlIMMj3D8/s1600/VID00596.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3thFwJJL5Hg/TuU3OZ1HTKI/AAAAAAAAMlc/GqXlIMMj3D8/s640/VID00596.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;day 6 -- open this year's new ornaments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tBqDSIRhIi8/TuU4ldktlbI/AAAAAAAAMmU/6IgLPZW93o8/s1600/VID00604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tBqDSIRhIi8/TuU4ldktlbI/AAAAAAAAMmU/6IgLPZW93o8/s320/VID00604.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fANKD88Sxbo/TuU4maEumUI/AAAAAAAAMmc/CYSMUJFR4jE/s1600/VID00605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fANKD88Sxbo/TuU4maEumUI/AAAAAAAAMmc/CYSMUJFR4jE/s320/VID00605.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-743NHWPq-Nc/TuU4nW7V4hI/AAAAAAAAMmk/KmNXiQqaS9E/s1600/VID00606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-743NHWPq-Nc/TuU4nW7V4hI/AAAAAAAAMmk/KmNXiQqaS9E/s320/VID00606.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noah had his buzz and woody ornament for all of 10 minutes before he dropped it (twice) and broke it beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i want to put the advent calendar away and be done!&lt;br /&gt;sooo much work, so little appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing to get ready for christmas? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-6245515409515914011?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6245515409515914011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=6245515409515914011&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/6245515409515914011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/6245515409515914011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-week-1.html' title='advent - week 1'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWOwKoyRFCg/TuJ8f-xzO2I/AAAAAAAAMkc/5Z-CfkXCj0U/s72-c/santaduck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-8044982289586430097</id><published>2011-12-08T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:00:06.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dave'/><title type='text'>random thought thursday: david foley edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8AH05cYXi0/TuAfVWIRj0I/AAAAAAAAMj8/NPVUYHhior0/s1600/emanddave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8AH05cYXi0/TuAfVWIRj0I/AAAAAAAAMj8/NPVUYHhior0/s400/emanddave.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;david foley's favorite color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;is blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;david foley knows more about the tv show lost than any person alive&lt;br /&gt;(outside of damon lindelof and carlton cuse).&lt;br /&gt;before the final season, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;this was dave's favorite moment of the series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i don't know if that's still true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U2bclbKp1jI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U2bclbKp1jI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i think my favorite lost post he ever did was his &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost-character-map.html" target="_blank"&gt;character map.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that thing was fantastic, and if you ever want to watch lost and haven't before,&lt;br /&gt;use that map as a guide.&lt;br /&gt;he also watched the entire series for the sole purpose&lt;br /&gt;of creating a map of the island.&lt;br /&gt;in the process, he discovered several errors on the writers parts&lt;br /&gt;in terms of how long it took to get places&lt;br /&gt;and which direction the characters should have walked to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;david foley loves&lt;br /&gt;the tv show cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david foley is an excellent writer&lt;br /&gt;and a great speaker.&lt;br /&gt;he has a very logical mind&lt;br /&gt;and loves numbers and statistics.&lt;br /&gt;he created his own algorithm to predict outcomes&lt;br /&gt;of high school football games in utah&lt;br /&gt;and is right far more often than he's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;david foley never forgets a face.&lt;br /&gt;he recognizes people in commercials and on tv shows or movies&lt;br /&gt;and can instantly tell you where you know him or her from.&lt;br /&gt;for instance, the best buy commercial with the girl&lt;br /&gt;who fills her own stockings and then rubs it in santa's face?&lt;br /&gt;that's tom haverford's ex-wife (from parks &amp;amp; rec).&lt;br /&gt;betcha didn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david foley loves&lt;br /&gt;caffeinated beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david foley is super funny&lt;br /&gt;but is mostly quiet in public.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;he has a lot of interesting things to say,&lt;br /&gt;and i don't think most people know that about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;david foley has been a san francisco 49ers superfan since he was a small boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;he is very excited about the excellent season they're having&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but wishes they were on tv more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;david foley is 34 today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;happy birthday, love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i love it when you're&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;three years older than me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i also love YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;can't wait for our date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;****** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-8044982289586430097?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8044982289586430097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=8044982289586430097&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8044982289586430097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8044982289586430097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-thought-thursday-david-foley.html' title='random thought thursday: david foley edition'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8AH05cYXi0/TuAfVWIRj0I/AAAAAAAAMj8/NPVUYHhior0/s72-c/emanddave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-5183882885358502835</id><published>2011-12-07T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T00:06:21.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>christmas dress - for her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;i'm not buying this year but looking is &lt;strike&gt;just as fun&lt;/strike&gt; a nice substitute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ETmRpjXZqec/Tt8IcCfszNI/AAAAAAAAMjE/YVN2JQQpQvU/s1600/crewcuts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ETmRpjXZqec/Tt8IcCfszNI/AAAAAAAAMjE/YVN2JQQpQvU/s320/crewcuts.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LjP2FajzkPc/Tt8Icqk_YXI/AAAAAAAAMjM/KJzUZKBMdS0/s1600/gap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LjP2FajzkPc/Tt8Icqk_YXI/AAAAAAAAMjM/KJzUZKBMdS0/s320/gap.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; crewcuts&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; gap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NzQMuJ4_hdo/Tt8IdD2XbjI/AAAAAAAAMjU/aDvH5VfPYiM/s1600/gymboree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NzQMuJ4_hdo/Tt8IdD2XbjI/AAAAAAAAMjU/aDvH5VfPYiM/s1600/gymboree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7zE572Zt6g/Tt8Id7KlDyI/AAAAAAAAMjk/GQbfVIL94Tg/s1600/kaycehughes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7zE572Zt6g/Tt8Id7KlDyI/AAAAAAAAMjk/GQbfVIL94Tg/s320/kaycehughes.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; gymboree&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; kayce hughes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--qmNDrtZM6w/Tt8Idpcto0I/AAAAAAAAMjc/TaRLBNLusT4/s1600/janieandjack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTT08-bRsd8/Tt8IfD5vEHI/AAAAAAAAMj0/wLyH3hiJfVw/s1600/olivejuice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTT08-bRsd8/Tt8IfD5vEHI/AAAAAAAAMj0/wLyH3hiJfVw/s320/olivejuice.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0QsrX6jGEFc/Tt8IeXtV4qI/AAAAAAAAMjs/mZ7gzpOqAEk/s1600/old+navy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0QsrX6jGEFc/Tt8IeXtV4qI/AAAAAAAAMjs/mZ7gzpOqAEk/s320/old+navy.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;olive juice&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; old navy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--qmNDrtZM6w/Tt8Idpcto0I/AAAAAAAAMjc/TaRLBNLusT4/s400/janieandjack.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0QsrX6jGEFc/Tt8IeXtV4qI/AAAAAAAAMjs/mZ7gzpOqAEk/s1600/old+navy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; janie &amp;amp; jack (my &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;favorite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-5183882885358502835?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5183882885358502835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=5183882885358502835&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/5183882885358502835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/5183882885358502835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-dress-for-her.html' title='christmas dress - for her'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ETmRpjXZqec/Tt8IcCfszNI/AAAAAAAAMjE/YVN2JQQpQvU/s72-c/crewcuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-5323438380150789388</id><published>2011-12-06T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T09:49:31.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>they've done it again</title><content type='html'>check out the foster family's newest christmas video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/32954901?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/32954901"&gt;Jingle Bells - Christmas Video Greeting 2011&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/jaredfoster"&gt;Jared Foster&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i posted about their "i'm dreaming of a white christmas" &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2008/12/genius.html" target="_blank"&gt;a few years ago&lt;/a&gt;. they're both amazing. mostly i'm stunned at how gorgeous the mom is, and how willing the whole family is to participate. i could never get dave to do something like that in a hundred million years...and in the end i'd probably be too embarrassed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also. i just love the title of her blog: melancholy smile. she says "I'm finding joy in life despite a gloomy disposition." now that's what i call awesome. working hard to be happy even when it's not in her general temperament. perhaps i could learn a lesson or two from her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you ever do a video like this?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-5323438380150789388?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5323438380150789388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=5323438380150789388&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/5323438380150789388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/5323438380150789388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/12/theyve-done-it-again.html' title='they&apos;ve done it again'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-6927570183599862039</id><published>2011-12-05T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T20:39:22.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><title type='text'>snapshots - 12.05.12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"&gt;this was our day. how was yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_CJxHeWFLKQ/Tt2Kukvwn7I/AAAAAAAAMh0/-hrUONk3y7k/s1600/VID00579.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_CJxHeWFLKQ/Tt2Kukvwn7I/AAAAAAAAMh0/-hrUONk3y7k/s320/VID00579.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;waking up from a nap&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dzIXK94w4I/Tt2KwzWpYTI/AAAAAAAAMh8/PsKATtWdq1A/s1600/VID00582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dzIXK94w4I/Tt2KwzWpYTI/AAAAAAAAMh8/PsKATtWdq1A/s320/VID00582.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;while i was putting up decorations, zoe was helping herself to some cake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZWaFrMoFtM/Tt2Kxh9hZ9I/AAAAAAAAMiE/gXdwI22qyes/s1600/VID00583.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZWaFrMoFtM/Tt2Kxh9hZ9I/AAAAAAAAMiE/gXdwI22qyes/s320/VID00583.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;she did a nice cutting job&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RmiLM5vnrQs/Tt2K6HipB2I/AAAAAAAAMiM/0i3p50Wxi5Y/s1600/VID00584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RmiLM5vnrQs/Tt2K6HipB2I/AAAAAAAAMiM/0i3p50Wxi5Y/s320/VID00584.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;noah peeking at today's advent activity&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qoAk1eBWcdE/Tt2K9AmCFMI/AAAAAAAAMiU/dagLkmAdl3I/s1600/VID00586.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qoAk1eBWcdE/Tt2K9AmCFMI/AAAAAAAAMiU/dagLkmAdl3I/s320/VID00586.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the stockings were hung...on the wall...with care&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KbIWMHrnD9w/Tt2OB1AQrKI/AAAAAAAAMi8/5iDbbjevw5o/s1600/brrr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KbIWMHrnD9w/Tt2OB1AQrKI/AAAAAAAAMi8/5iDbbjevw5o/s320/brrr.jpg" width="127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;brrr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HRGdIuJuB9g/Tt2K9kkZC7I/AAAAAAAAMic/NvmxTctD9Mc/s1600/VID00587.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HRGdIuJuB9g/Tt2K9kkZC7I/AAAAAAAAMic/NvmxTctD9Mc/s320/VID00587.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;laundry day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8HrGm5cl00/Tt2KtDHsf7I/AAAAAAAAMhs/c02Id5r_0sU/s1600/VID00574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8HrGm5cl00/Tt2KtDHsf7I/AAAAAAAAMhs/c02Id5r_0sU/s320/VID00574.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;homework&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tCO34Aoj2rQ/Tt2K-xM8yPI/AAAAAAAAMik/ltQWeXAdtRo/s1600/VID00588.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tCO34Aoj2rQ/Tt2K-xM8yPI/AAAAAAAAMik/ltQWeXAdtRo/s320/VID00588.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;catching snowflakes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4v1Xs_b53U/Tt2LHo-Fc2I/AAAAAAAAMi0/vv6kLlk2JxU/s1600/VID00594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4v1Xs_b53U/Tt2LHo-Fc2I/AAAAAAAAMi0/vv6kLlk2JxU/s320/VID00594.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;maneuvering in boots, an accomplishment for a woman at any age&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-6927570183599862039?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6927570183599862039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=6927570183599862039&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/6927570183599862039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/6927570183599862039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/12/snapshots-120512.html' title='snapshots - 12.05.12'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_CJxHeWFLKQ/Tt2Kukvwn7I/AAAAAAAAMh0/-hrUONk3y7k/s72-c/VID00579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-2460192627434137525</id><published>2011-12-01T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T11:31:58.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thought thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqGbbeUmJe8/TtfH7qnNnwI/AAAAAAAAMhc/hsFqlBORm_s/s1600/stockings.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqGbbeUmJe8/TtfH7qnNnwI/AAAAAAAAMhc/hsFqlBORm_s/s320/stockings.png" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it's december!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i'm dying to put up my christmas decorations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;we're getting a real tree this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;for the first time ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;so we'll probably wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;if we get it this early i'm sure to kill it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nicolehill.blogspot.com/2011/12/knitting-today-holiday.html" target="_blank"&gt;(image) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;isaac was up most of the night coughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;so i kept him home from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;he hasn't coughed once in the past hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the incredibles &lt;/i&gt;is super clever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dave went to walmart with my brother-in-law jared&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and jared's brother-in-law trent at 10 pm on thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dave headed to the play kitchen that was on sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;there were women surrounding the pallet&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;with their bodies pressed up against the kitchens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;one woman said, "these are ours, we've been waiting for 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;get the hell outta here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;such wonderful thanksgiving and christmas spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;jared called ellen and said "i just want to leave, people are literally crazy here." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i HATE black friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i prefer mac concealer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;to laura mercier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;lm is too dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dave has the only keys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;to our storage unit and our mail box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;we haven't gotten the mail since before thanksgiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and i need lots of stuff out of storage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;perhaps we should switch keys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i would say yes but i used to have copies of both...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and lost them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i still don't have a cell phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it's very annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(zoe microwaved it.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i hate washing my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-2460192627434137525?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2460192627434137525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=2460192627434137525&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/2460192627434137525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/2460192627434137525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-thought-thursday.html' title='random thought thursday'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqGbbeUmJe8/TtfH7qnNnwI/AAAAAAAAMhc/hsFqlBORm_s/s72-c/stockings.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-2160193937434529163</id><published>2011-11-30T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T20:34:17.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>gratitude: good days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i am the WORST. and so today i'm grateful that i'm not always the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i'm so grateful for nautical themed items. they make me so happy. i'll leave you with my nautical board from pinterest. i look at it &lt;i&gt;every &lt;/i&gt;day. the next time i have some sort of party, you betcherbooties it's going to be nautical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_AIxaoxfoU/Ttb1dhChzCI/AAAAAAAAMhU/HlOfZxACev8/s1600/collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_AIxaoxfoU/Ttb1dhChzCI/AAAAAAAAMhU/HlOfZxACev8/s640/collage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot get over those shutters. they are fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus ends my thirty thankful days (thank goodness. that was a lot of gratitude for one blog).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-2160193937434529163?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2160193937434529163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=2160193937434529163&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/2160193937434529163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/2160193937434529163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude-good-days.html' title='gratitude: good days'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s72-c/thankful30-Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3432014363548233814</id><published>2011-11-29T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T12:44:23.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>it's strange how it hits you.</title><content type='html'>today i really miss utah. i miss running to the mall several times a week for &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-i-love.html" target="_blank"&gt;cheese popcorn&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-in-life-120110.html" target="_blank"&gt;chick-fil-a&lt;/a&gt;, and a peek at santa (noah was too scared to do anything but peek). i miss stopping in at crazy 8 for a cute skirt and tights for zoe on a crazy sale. i miss looking in the windows at the christmas dresses and vests. i miss going to target every few days for stocking stuffers and a look at the christmas decorations. i miss &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2010/12/introducing-maude.html" target="_blank"&gt;maude &lt;/a&gt;and her boys playing with mine. i miss having a grocery store right across the street with forty-seven cent cherry coke on tap. i miss sunday dinners with my family. i miss decorating our balcony with christmas lights. i miss our 9 foot ceilings that our tree almost didn't fit under. i miss our fireplace and mantle. i don't know how to do christmas in gallup. i guess it's time to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jhVa1Mde5hU/TtUyrh79rdI/AAAAAAAAMhE/AtwDRFr90B8/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jhVa1Mde5hU/TtUyrh79rdI/AAAAAAAAMhE/AtwDRFr90B8/s320/022.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KyayeCFG9hI/TtUy4Ua_waI/AAAAAAAAMhM/eU4t9qavEPE/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KyayeCFG9hI/TtUy4Ua_waI/AAAAAAAAMhM/eU4t9qavEPE/s320/012.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm grateful for memories, and specifically those i've posted about on my blog. as i was searching through my blog for these pictures today, i ran across so many posts of mundane things in my life that i never would have remembered. i had completely forgotten about&lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2009/04/party-of-year.html" target="_blank"&gt; this twilight party&lt;/a&gt; i threw; about &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-girl-is-crawling.html" target="_blank"&gt;zoe learning to crawl&lt;/a&gt; exactly one year ago tomorrow; about&lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-kid.html" target="_blank"&gt; isaac being sweet&lt;/a&gt; to noah; about &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-little-chef.html" target="_blank"&gt;noah helping in the kitchen&lt;/a&gt;; isaac &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2008/01/cinderella.html" target="_blank"&gt;pretending to be cinderella&lt;/a&gt;; noah freaking out because &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2008/01/parenting-tip-1-never-run-out-of.html" target="_blank"&gt;he wanted more smarties&lt;/a&gt;; so many memories that i can look back on and smile about. i'm grateful that i have these memories in my mind and online to help me remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-3432014363548233814?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3432014363548233814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=3432014363548233814&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3432014363548233814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3432014363548233814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-strange-how-it-hits-you.html' title='it&apos;s strange how it hits you.'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jhVa1Mde5hU/TtUyrh79rdI/AAAAAAAAMhE/AtwDRFr90B8/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-4932998375875790895</id><published>2011-11-28T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:19:47.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>big news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2JmBkeg7cY/TtPfMQjXu3I/AAAAAAAAMgk/9BnweMHjGic/s1600/summer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2JmBkeg7cY/TtPfMQjXu3I/AAAAAAAAMgk/9BnweMHjGic/s1600/summer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my niece summer got engaged over the weekend. i am so excited for her! and really excited that i live in new mexico so i can go to her albuquerque reception, and maybe even help with some of the plans and preparation so my sister doesn't have a nervous breakdown planning a wedding in less than 3 months.&lt;b&gt; i love weddings.&lt;/b&gt; now if i could just reconcile the image of the baby girl in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QG_6Y5WA2qc/TtPfjWbV_fI/AAAAAAAAMgs/97n7Pyv3LjE/s1600/ScannedImage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QG_6Y5WA2qc/TtPfjWbV_fI/AAAAAAAAMgs/97n7Pyv3LjE/s640/ScannedImage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;me &amp;amp; summer in my backyard on her first birthday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...with this girl, we'll be all set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ej4SpKts_X0/TtPgTZIHIMI/AAAAAAAAMg0/WIJ34_OZ95k/s1600/rebekah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ej4SpKts_X0/TtPgTZIHIMI/AAAAAAAAMg0/WIJ34_OZ95k/s640/rebekah.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;summer holding her cousin (my niece) rebekah this summer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS, SUMMER &amp;amp; TYLER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i should add...she is not pregnant. that last picture has nothing to do with her getting married, except that now she's a gorgeous grown-up and not a baby playing with the hose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i feel grateful that i get to be a stay-at-home mom. isaac has a wicked cough. he could absolutely go to school, but how miserable is it to go sit through school coughing all day long (for you and everybody around you)? i'm grateful we made the choice and sacrifice for me to stay home with my kids each day. i'm so glad they feel safe and happy at home and would choose to be here over almost anywhere else. i hate the feeling of knowing i have to go to work on monday and i'm so glad i don't have to feel that during these years that i get to be home with my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-4932998375875790895?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4932998375875790895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=4932998375875790895&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/4932998375875790895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/4932998375875790895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/big-news.html' title='big news!'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2JmBkeg7cY/TtPfMQjXu3I/AAAAAAAAMgk/9BnweMHjGic/s72-c/summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-8450045636995898349</id><published>2011-11-26T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T22:43:55.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>gratitude: zoe's room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu5uY18sMX8/TtHN10Six7I/AAAAAAAAMgc/DfZMln3xRmQ/s1600/crib.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu5uY18sMX8/TtHN10Six7I/AAAAAAAAMgc/DfZMln3xRmQ/s320/crib.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in the same room/bed with zoe for 4 nights is not conducive to sleep. that poor girl is the most restless sleeper i have ever known. i can't be sure if she always sleeps that way or if it's just when we sleep in the same room with her, but she was awake so much that dave ended up sleeping on the floor and me on the couch in the other room just so we could get some sleep. so today, &lt;b&gt;i'm very grateful that zoe has her own room&lt;/b&gt;, and that she's sleeping in it right now. g'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(photo by &lt;a href="http://www.sharonjohnsonphotography.com/" target="_blank"&gt;sharon&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-8450045636995898349?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8450045636995898349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=8450045636995898349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8450045636995898349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8450045636995898349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude-zoes-room.html' title='gratitude: zoe&apos;s room'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s72-c/thankful30-Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-4926286448340510450</id><published>2011-11-25T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T22:12:29.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>gratitude: sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;today i'm thankful for my sisters. my sister alice who has hosted us in her home so graciously so many times since we moved to new mexico. my sister ellen who has hosted us the past few days for thanksgiving. my sister sara who has offered to host us around christmastime. for their friendship and advice, their stylishness and senses of humor. we never run out of things to talk about when we're together. whether it's trivial (what should i do with my hair?) or serious (how am i going to help noah make good choices when he already says he doesn't want to be baptized?), they have good advice and helpful, kind words for me. we laugh like crazy every time we get together. my sister sara drove 5 hours today just to hang out with me and ellen before i have to go home tomorrow. everybody should have a sister and if they don't, they should get a really great sister-in-law. i have 6 of those, too. i was lucky enough to see my sister-in-law jessica (and brother-in-law greg, who is also awesome, but we're talking about sisters here) as well today; she is funny and insightful and has the cutest little girls. it reminded me that my family is full of really great women. i am so blessed to be surrounded by amazing sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-4926286448340510450?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4926286448340510450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=4926286448340510450&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/4926286448340510450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/4926286448340510450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/today-im-thankful-for-my-sisters.html' title='gratitude: sisters'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s72-c/thankful30-Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-933033266523307262</id><published>2011-11-24T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T20:00:10.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>gratitude: family and friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;today i'm thankful for my family. we're staying with my sister and ate two delicious dinners at her in-laws house. they have shown us so much hospitality and we feel so welcome. last night the huddlestons all came to my sister's house and we played games for hours. i had forgotten how much playing games in a big group can be. i am so blessed to have a big awesome family, and even more "family" by extension--my siblings in-laws, my husbands entire family, my cousins and aunts and uncles. for my sweet new niece grace that feels light as a feather (especially after holding zoe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also thankful for my friends. all of you who read this blog, all of the people in my ward at church, all of the people i'm friends with on facebook, my sweet neighbor mary, our friends from the boys' school and soccer teams, the friends i meet at the park. there is something so comforting in shared experiences with other women (and men); someone to talk to and relate with; someone with which to share recipes and have parties and laugh. i'm grateful for the many people in my life who bless it just by being in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-933033266523307262?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/933033266523307262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=933033266523307262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/933033266523307262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/933033266523307262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude-family-and-friends.html' title='gratitude: family and friends'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s72-c/thankful30-Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3916510114300539136</id><published>2011-11-22T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:03:34.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>gratitude: emilie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W1GmfH2XULQ/Ts8vTRJT3zI/AAAAAAAAMgU/Gkh_Xj5MuAs/s1600/17Feb2007-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W1GmfH2XULQ/Ts8vTRJT3zI/AAAAAAAAMgU/Gkh_Xj5MuAs/s320/17Feb2007-01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;today i'm grateful for my best friend emilie. emilie and i knew each other in person a very short time before she moved to the east coast. i was so sad to lose such a good friend and figured we'd keep in touch through blogs but that was about it. i'm not great at calling people and definitely don't visit. but then emilie called me to tell me about this crazy pigeon living in her apartment stairwell. we laughed and talked for hours, and we've never gone back. we talk almost every day. she can make me laugh like nobody else. she is constantly doing things for me, from making my "thankful thirty days" header to sending my kids halloween costumes. she has great advice when i need it. she is exactly what a best friend should be; when i need to talk trash, i know i can count on her to listen and not judge. when i need to cry i know she's available for me. i mean, she threw me a baby shower for zoe from 2000 miles away! i'm so grateful to have a friend like her. every time i see something on pinterest that she's made or done for her year of fhe blog, repinned by a stranger i want to comment and be like, "dude! that famous chick that made that? she's my best friend." she is smart and funny and has lived an amazing life. over the past few years she has become like a sister to me--and i have 3 sisters already. i am one lucky girl. i'm grateful just to know her, but so grateful to call her a friend.&lt;b&gt; i'm grateful for emilie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Eye patch explanation &lt;a href="http://www.em-il-ie.com/2007/02/y-arrrrrr.html" target="_blank"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-3916510114300539136?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3916510114300539136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=3916510114300539136&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3916510114300539136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3916510114300539136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude-emilie.html' title='gratitude: emilie'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s72-c/thankful30-Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-1481956361814573014</id><published>2011-11-21T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:09:57.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>gratitude: isaac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPIIW2iM9WQ/Tsp4aqz6DsI/AAAAAAAAMgE/xhiEyUo6rZU/s1600/scan0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPIIW2iM9WQ/Tsp4aqz6DsI/AAAAAAAAMgE/xhiEyUo6rZU/s400/scan0001.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;isaac's second grade picture; he chose those sweet blue flames for his background all by himself.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i'm thankful for isaac. he made me a mother when it was what i wanted so badly. we had a rough patch while he was 3 but other than that, he has really been an awesome kid. isaac is 7 1/2 and this has never been my favorite age with kids; i was a little worried about my kids getting to this stage. i worried for nothing, because i love it. he is smart and funny. he has terrible handwriting. he is kind to his siblings and helpful around the house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89YdvVsAh4g/Tsp4cY_ehII/AAAAAAAAMgM/i4sKcmBH1GM/s1600/scan0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89YdvVsAh4g/Tsp4cY_ehII/AAAAAAAAMgM/i4sKcmBH1GM/s400/scan0004.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;soccer picture - team elite laundry, fall 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;he didn't love playing soccer until he discovered defense. for some reason he's not proactive about going after the ball unless it's coming towards his net. even against the big kids--his team had two kids that were literally half his size, while every other team had rather large boys--he had no fear. he would just charge them down and kick the ball away, and then do fist pumps and cheer for himself. while the ball was over on the other side, he would search for grasshoppers, dance, and daydream. at parent-teacher conferences his teacher said he gets distracted fairly easily, but not by things in the classroom...by his own mind. he wants to be an astronaut, a brain surgeon, a scientist, an inventor, and a movie producer. he and his best friend at school, brock, catch lizards every recess. he still wants me to lay by him every night. when he was a newborn dave blessed him that he would have "a special love for his mother" and i see that in him every day. he is so sweet to me. &lt;b&gt;i am so grateful for isaac.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-1481956361814573014?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1481956361814573014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=1481956361814573014&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1481956361814573014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1481956361814573014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/isaacs-second-grade-picture-he-chose.html' title='gratitude: isaac'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s72-c/thankful30-Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3469307735177906035</id><published>2011-11-20T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:26:16.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>gratitude: strength (and pinterest)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;today i'm thankful for those who show up. those who commit to something and then actually follow through. i appreciate those with a strong character that can admit when they're wrong. i appreciate people with integrity and honesty. basically, &lt;b&gt;i'm thankful for strong people.&lt;/b&gt; i admire them so much and want to be like them. it's nice to have somebody to look up to and try to emulate. i am so grateful for those that don't take the easy way out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lgBKBbq_UI8/Tsmnnq5Z5mI/AAAAAAAAMf8/H6ZhmFvEnoE/s1600/dress1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lgBKBbq_UI8/Tsmnnq5Z5mI/AAAAAAAAMf8/H6ZhmFvEnoE/s400/dress1.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i missed yesterday so i'll also add: &lt;b&gt;i'm thankful for pinterest. &lt;/b&gt;i used this as my outfit inspiration today. somehow it wasn't as cute on me as it was on her--possibly because i weigh 150 pounds more than her?--but it's always nice to have a new outfit that's not new at all, just a new combination of what's already in my closet. there are so many ways to use pinterest and even just looking at the header of the page makes me happy. it may be a time-waster but i don't care. i'm grateful for pinterest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-3469307735177906035?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3469307735177906035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=3469307735177906035&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3469307735177906035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3469307735177906035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude-strength-and-pinterest.html' title='gratitude: strength (and pinterest)'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s72-c/thankful30-Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-4954068634380527029</id><published>2011-11-18T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T08:14:41.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>. : something i love : .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbCEGbJUJa4/TsZ082KAfsI/AAAAAAAAMfw/sLML1vfUBX8/s1600/fallon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbCEGbJUJa4/TsZ082KAfsI/AAAAAAAAMfw/sLML1vfUBX8/s400/fallon.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;jimmy fallon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;seriously, he is one of the most talented, funny, and nice men i've ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;he is friends with &lt;i&gt;everybody&lt;/i&gt;. he seriously is. he's not just acquainted with some people. he is friends with everyone! if you're not watching his show, you should be. one of my life list items used to be to see oprah live. cross that out. now it's jimmy. he is fantastic! instead of doing lame stories and jokes with guests, he talks to them for a few minutes and then plays games with them--beer pong, basketball, shooting bows and arrows at each other, you name it. he is perfectly suited for his job. also, the roots (the band on his show). i don't know much about them except that i've never seen a more talented group of men. i mean, have you seen the history of rap? no? watch it right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history of rap part 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sCxZB6GOtoM?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history of rap part 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s26ERD882Nk?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history of rap part 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="288" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/vSSKni64iFQ4um1X5MO70A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/vSSKni64iFQ4um1X5MO70A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="512" height="288" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the talent is undeniable! i'm so glad dave got me to start watching jimmy fallon. you should be too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. it's on too late for me, i watch it on hulu when i have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i'm grateful for washers and dryers. even though i don't have one in my own home and have to pay to do my laundry, at least i'm not washing them by hand and hanging them out to dry in the frigid temperatures. when our complex laundry room was shut down for a few weeks it was one of the hardest things of my entire experience here--which sounds ridiculous, i know, but true. so i'm extremely grateful to have a washer and dryer close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-4954068634380527029?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4954068634380527029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=4954068634380527029&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/4954068634380527029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/4954068634380527029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-i-love.html' title='. : something i love : .'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbCEGbJUJa4/TsZ082KAfsI/AAAAAAAAMfw/sLML1vfUBX8/s72-c/fallon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-5308827291403070487</id><published>2011-11-17T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T08:57:38.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>random thought thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4S9a5V9ODuY?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;if you haven't seen the preview for hunger games yet,&lt;br /&gt;please &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/4S9a5V9ODuY" target="_blank"&gt;watch it&lt;/a&gt; right now.&lt;br /&gt;if you have seen the preview,&lt;br /&gt;please watch it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the black cauldron&lt;/i&gt; series&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;by lloyd alexander?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it was one of my favorites growing up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and i got the first book for isaac at the library yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;now i'm wondering if it's too dark for a 7-year-old?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i want a new camera&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;for christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;emilie says the reviews for the kindle fire are terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it's so disappointing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it's like an affordable ipad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and it's not like amazon to put out a shoddy product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;my friend maude had a baby GIRL yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;this is huge, especially after 4 boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;they named her naomi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;LOVE it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;isaac lost tooth #5 yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;his first top tooth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it's been loose for weeks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;just hanging at an odd angle and freaking me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;then noah jumped on his face yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and out it popped!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sadly, the tooth fairy forgot to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;we are the &lt;i&gt;worst&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;zoe has started noticing the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;when we drop the boys off at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;she goes, "oh, moooooo!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;at the top of her lungs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it's the cutest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dinner was GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;isaac went on a field trip yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;to see the national christmas tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;that they'll put up at the white house this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;he even got to sign his name on the truck that's taking it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it's making its way from california to DC&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and made a stop in gallup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29DolQbS5RE/TsUoMNpzHaI/AAAAAAAAMfo/paaH2BiS5N4/s1600/lamp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29DolQbS5RE/TsUoMNpzHaI/AAAAAAAAMfo/paaH2BiS5N4/s320/lamp.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful for lamps. i hate using big overhead lights; they're too bright and too hot when you're just trying to watch tv or hang out and read or something at night.&lt;b&gt; so i'm grateful for lamps&lt;/b&gt;. not only can they be a super cute addition to a room, they also serve a very appreciated function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(lamp image from &lt;a href="http://www.potterybarn.com/products/alexis-ceramic-table-lamp-base/?pkey=e%7Clamps%7C107%7Cbest%7C0%7Cviewall%7C24%7C%7C94&amp;amp;cm_src=PRODUCTSEARCH%7C%7CNoFacet-_-NoFacet-_-NoMerchRules-_-" target="_blank"&gt;pottery barn&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-5308827291403070487?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5308827291403070487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=5308827291403070487&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/5308827291403070487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/5308827291403070487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-thought-thursday_17.html' title='random thought thursday'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4S9a5V9ODuY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-8484677759139854581</id><published>2011-11-16T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T09:45:03.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>the case of the missing silverware</title><content type='html'>&lt;img align="left" alt="F" src="http://dailydropcap.com/images/F-11-cap.png" title="Daily Drop Cap by Jessica Hische" /&gt;riends. my &lt;a href="http://www.oneida.com/chateau.html/" target="_blank"&gt;silverware &lt;/a&gt;is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had the same silverware since i was a 19-year-old college sophomore. my mom bought me service for 8, along with two extra boxes of matching spoons because you always need more spoons. this silverware has lasted me through 6 moves and a thieving roommate (don't worry, it's none of you roommates reading this, unless you ARE reading this genevieve, and in that case,&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; i want my tupperware back&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zFJa4xsnDN8/TsPm9OlU-iI/AAAAAAAAMfc/YvuJNKVgJOM/s1600/spoons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zFJa4xsnDN8/TsPm9OlU-iI/AAAAAAAAMfc/YvuJNKVgJOM/s320/spoons.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since our most recent move, my silverware has slowly been disappearing. i know i have thrown away one fork due to an unfortunate encounter with the garbage disposal, but the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;spoons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, friends, the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;spoons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! where are the spoons? and the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;small forks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? i have 6 normal size forks. i had 8 small forks when we moved here, and now i have 2. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i had about 11 or 12 spoons when we moved...and now? we're down to one. i have ONE SPOON. this just won't do, friends. we use lots of spoons in this household, what with all the yogurt and cereal consumption that happens, not to mention my fall obsession with soup for dinner. i've looked for more matching silverware because mismatched silverware &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kills a piece of my soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, horcrux-style, but it is $26 for 4 spoons, so that's not happening. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have another set of silverware that i got for my wedding, my "nice" silverware that we save for sundays and special occasions, and now i'm being forced to use my nice silverware on non-special occasions and it's killing me. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KILLING ME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (apparently when i'm upset i repeat myself a lot.) special things don't belong on regular days. also, the small forks aren't small enough for zoe, so, there's that. i just want my silverware back, is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do have plenty of knives though, so, if you ever need to spread butter on a piece of bread, i'm your girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful for the internet. i grew up without the internet and i imagine my kids will look at me with eyes wide open and say "you didn't have the INTERNET when you were a kid??" the way i do with my parents and television or my grandparents and cars. the internet is a very necessary part of my daily existence and i'm grateful for how it has allowed me to keep in touch with old friends, earn money to help support my family, find a way to make you all listen to my weird ramblings, look up a definition, watch a funny video, research interesting topics, purchase anything i could ever want, and on and on and on. the internet is amazing. i remember reading an article in time magazine in 7th grade about something called "email" and having to present it to the class and having no clue what it meant...and now i can't imagine life without email.&lt;b&gt; i'm so grateful for the internet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-8484677759139854581?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8484677759139854581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=8484677759139854581&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8484677759139854581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8484677759139854581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/case-of-missing-silverware.html' title='the case of the missing silverware'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zFJa4xsnDN8/TsPm9OlU-iI/AAAAAAAAMfc/YvuJNKVgJOM/s72-c/spoons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-657680952510236450</id><published>2011-11-15T12:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T12:37:46.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>pan am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Q5tONgOQ_0/TsK9Kv8NhFI/AAAAAAAAMfI/REqPnrnoCm4/s1600/Pan-Am-007.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Q5tONgOQ_0/TsK9Kv8NhFI/AAAAAAAAMfI/REqPnrnoCm4/s400/Pan-Am-007.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new series &lt;i&gt;pan am&lt;/i&gt; has me intrigued. it's not necessarily a great show, but i can't seem to stop watching it. i love most of the characters (especially the french stewardess) and the pilots. the storylines are interesting, if far-fetched, and the clothes. good heavens, the clothes. it's mad men &lt;i&gt;style&lt;/i&gt; meets interesting &lt;i&gt;story&lt;/i&gt;. i love how the women carry themselves as well; such poise. are you watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ma4OCXKuf0/TsK9JPyFSjI/AAAAAAAAMew/uQncQo2aT8U/s1600/panam2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ma4OCXKuf0/TsK9JPyFSjI/AAAAAAAAMew/uQncQo2aT8U/s400/panam2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHXKnY6U8nk/TsK9Jvxh7vI/AAAAAAAAMe4/AnK1wZ-vz84/s1600/panam3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHXKnY6U8nk/TsK9Jvxh7vI/AAAAAAAAMe4/AnK1wZ-vz84/s400/panam3.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlTCF7Zc6yg/TsK9KN0M7JI/AAAAAAAAMfA/u_vOpcR2idc/s1600/panam4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlTCF7Zc6yg/TsK9KN0M7JI/AAAAAAAAMfA/u_vOpcR2idc/s400/panam4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and now i have&lt;a href="http://www.panam.com/shop/pan-am-bags/pan-am-explorer.html" target="_blank"&gt; a new thing &lt;/a&gt;to add to my wish list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Q5tONgOQ_0/TsK9Kv8NhFI/AAAAAAAAMfI/REqPnrnoCm4/s1600/Pan-Am-007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I93NerXasbs/TsK9PoQk8zI/AAAAAAAAMfQ/8CbzY20Y-Rs/s1600/bag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I93NerXasbs/TsK9PoQk8zI/AAAAAAAAMfQ/8CbzY20Y-Rs/s320/bag.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(images from the pan am imdb site)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm thankful for television. no really. i don't know how people can live without television! i don't watch tv during the day but at night, after the kids are in bed, it's ON. wednesdays are my favorite with the middle, happy endings, and modern family. there is something almost every night that dave and i watch together. it's the perfect way to relax at the end of the day and be entertained. i even have tv on in the background while i work to help the time go more quickly. i think dave missed his calling with epidemiology; he should be in the television industry for sure. he knows what works and what doesn't and knows which shows will be canceled first...although he is generally baffled by cbs and its success. heh. &lt;b&gt;i'm thankful for television.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-657680952510236450?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/657680952510236450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=657680952510236450&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/657680952510236450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/657680952510236450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/pan-am.html' title='pan am'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Q5tONgOQ_0/TsK9Kv8NhFI/AAAAAAAAMfI/REqPnrnoCm4/s72-c/Pan-Am-007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-6281635076665183360</id><published>2011-11-14T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T22:26:36.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>gratitude: sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TP1Gmtesa2E/TsH32NIR8XI/AAAAAAAAMeo/0O0ytnxK5kk/s1600/bed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TP1Gmtesa2E/TsH32NIR8XI/AAAAAAAAMeo/0O0ytnxK5kk/s320/bed.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm thankful for sleep. you don't get a lot of sleep as a mom with young kids--not a lot of consecutive sleep, anyway. apartment living woke me up in the middle of the night saturday night/sunday morning and then i couldn't sleep due to my heart pounding out of my chest. i was tired all day, and then zonked and took a nap and felt so much better. it's such a simple thing but something i am so grateful that we get to do every day. after a long day, there is no better feeling for me than falling into my bed that has cold sheets and a soft pillow.&lt;b&gt; i'm grateful for sleep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-6281635076665183360?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s72-c/thankful30-Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3044365097076387175</id><published>2011-11-13T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T22:01:21.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>gratitude: food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0uiaViXjU8/TsCgkq5awbI/AAAAAAAAMeg/ABOJxZ7ObBo/s1600/food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0uiaViXjU8/TsCgkq5awbI/AAAAAAAAMeg/ABOJxZ7ObBo/s320/food.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love food. i probably love food more than i should--i'm sure healthy people see food as a way to stay alive; i see food as a REASON TO LIVE. i think about my next meal as soon as i'm done with the first. i like to cook, i love to watch the food network (chopped and iron chef, mostly), and i love to eat out. since moving to gallup we've had dinner at two different friends houses and both times it was incredible--crazy amounts of &lt;i&gt;delicious &lt;/i&gt;food. i should get the recipes and share them with you because seriously, it was like an out-of-body experience both times. yes, eating makes me happy. desserts, breads, steak, chicken, noodles...you name it, i love it. this might also be why thanksgiving is my favorite holiday--a holiday that centers on food? yes please. &lt;b&gt;i am so thankful for food.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-3044365097076387175?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3044365097076387175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=3044365097076387175&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3044365097076387175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3044365097076387175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude-food.html' title='gratitude: food'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s72-c/thankful30-Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-4635144671545988285</id><published>2011-11-12T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T19:39:09.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dave'/><title type='text'>gratitude: david foley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2Q1cfDcpg4/Tr8tbPQZD5I/AAAAAAAAMeY/w1DOMHE3EEE/s1600/alcatraz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2Q1cfDcpg4/Tr8tbPQZD5I/AAAAAAAAMeY/w1DOMHE3EEE/s320/alcatraz.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;dave outside alcatraz on christmas eve 2003&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning was a frantic rush as we tried to get out the door by 7 am for our 9:30 am albuquerque photo shoot. i got home around midnight last night from a church meeting in arizona and wasn't prepared for the early morning. i couldn't find zoe's leggings, i couldn't find the boys new shirts, i couldn't find my blue cardigan, i couldn't find my blue shirt, i couldn't find ANYTHING. we finally got out the door and down the road when i realized i'd forgotten my belt. we're 20 minutes away from the location when i realize i've forgotten my foundation and i'm wearing zero make-up. and then i realized i'd forgotten the checkbook so we couldn't pay the photographer. through all this, dave was calm, kind, and patient with me. i was &lt;i&gt;seriously &lt;/i&gt;a mess. at the photo shoot he held a very clingy and sad zoe and did his best to help her smile for the camera. he bought me chick-fil-a for lunch and dion's for dinner. he drove both ways so i could take a nap. and for those reasons alone, he is the best husband in the world. when you add up everything else he does every single day for me and our family, he becomes the best husband in the history of the universe. so today, i'm thankful for my amazing (and smokin') husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-4635144671545988285?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4635144671545988285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=4635144671545988285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/4635144671545988285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/4635144671545988285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude-david-foley.html' title='gratitude: david foley'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s72-c/thankful30-Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3878429347855035350</id><published>2011-11-11T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T10:08:01.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>gratitude: freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W66tVaSsde0/Tr1UM3ZU0VI/AAAAAAAAMd8/QzTh9o2HEds/s1600/Paris+141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W66tVaSsde0/Tr1UM3ZU0VI/AAAAAAAAMd8/QzTh9o2HEds/s640/Paris+141.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, on 11/11/11 i am thankful for the veterans of the many wars our country has seen in its short history.&amp;nbsp; as i listed the wars off to isaac this morning i felt a little sad to think of how often our country has had to fight for ours and others freedom. he asked specifically about world war ii and dave and i told him about hitler. how sad that i have to explain the sick mind of that man to my seven-year-old. my thoughts of wwii are intrinsically tied to my visit to the beaches of normandy this past spring. i can't describe the feeling of reverence that i felt; of how i wished to honor every american, living or dead, that ever fought in a war. i am grateful to all the men and women that fought and faced those horrors so that i didn't have to live them. &lt;b&gt;i'm grateful for our nation's veterans.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pj0EnsHZfXo/Tr1UWaQd4UI/AAAAAAAAMeE/iC1bw-6WQjk/s1600/Paris+142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pj0EnsHZfXo/Tr1UWaQd4UI/AAAAAAAAMeE/iC1bw-6WQjk/s320/Paris+142.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--APicob2LO8/Tr1UhyMn-PI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/01VKJPCy7QQ/s1600/Paris+135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--APicob2LO8/Tr1UhyMn-PI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/01VKJPCy7QQ/s320/Paris+135.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-3878429347855035350?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3878429347855035350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=3878429347855035350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3878429347855035350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3878429347855035350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude-freedom.html' title='gratitude: freedom'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i &lt;i&gt;love &lt;/i&gt;this dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;from victoria beckham's 2011 spring line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;if i had a waist (and several thousand dollars)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i would totally buy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;****** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the worst part of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;is waking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;considering i was combing throw-up out of zoe's hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;in the middle of the night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;bathing her, and changing sheets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and then rubbing isaac's back&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;while he tried not to throw up for 2 hours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i must really hate waking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i am loving the thankful posts that people are doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it puts me in such a good mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i put on "the princess bride" for my sick kids today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(you know, 'cause kevin arnold is sick at the beginning of it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but they didn't care one bit about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dave has had an insane 2 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;at work and church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;after our trip to albuquerque this weekend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it's finally over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;thank goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i need that man around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;today on facebook my friend lex said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"you've got to wonder what our world is coming to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;when people riot over a coach being fired and NOT over the rape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;of an innocent child!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;my friend is selling 4 tickets + a parking pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;to the 49ers-cardinals game next week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;for an insanely reasonable price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i want so badly to get it for dave for his birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but the game is on sunday and he said no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it's killing me a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rld5UCY3Ge4/TrwBtkiIWiI/AAAAAAAAMdw/FKLRgVySgis/s1600/amazon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rld5UCY3Ge4/TrwBtkiIWiI/AAAAAAAAMdw/FKLRgVySgis/s1600/amazon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;today i'm thankful for amazon.com. i liked amazon before, but it has become my lifeline since moving to gallup. i subscribe to amazon moms so i get free 2-day shipping. i buy diapers. wipes, and baby soap through the subscribe and save program and save quite a bit of money on those necessities. i have done all of my christmas shopping so far through amazon--they have &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt; at really great prices. i probably single-handedly keep UPS in business, as they are at my house several days a week. i appreciate their customer service, their selection, and their free shipping--i can't handle paying shipping, it kills me. and so for those reasons, &lt;b&gt;i'm grateful for amazon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-2248313963277801788?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cyrqrNW5Ats/TrwAzdVnM-I/AAAAAAAAMdo/9chXVg6PXvk/s72-c/vb2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-5372757000622658711</id><published>2011-11-09T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:50:48.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question of the week'/><title type='text'>question of the week: family pictures</title><content type='html'>how do you coordinate your family pictures? &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/01/family-pictures.html" target="_blank"&gt;last year's pictures &lt;/a&gt;were borne out of necessity--i just grabbed what we had, and it happened to coordinate. this year, we got nothin'. i started with dave because it's easier to coordinate off of him (and it's more expensive to buy him a new outfit than anyone else). so i think he's going to wear his grey sweater with green and navy argyle. here's what i'm thinking for everyone else:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uHc6sBKSfdI/TrrDr37oBnI/AAAAAAAAMdI/P4Pt47F0w3g/s1600/isaacshirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uHc6sBKSfdI/TrrDr37oBnI/AAAAAAAAMdI/P4Pt47F0w3g/s1600/isaacshirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;for isaac - looks almost exactly like dave's sweater - with jeans? - OR - a white button up with a blue blazer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQ2yDzQuCng/TrrDss5pmpI/AAAAAAAAMdY/jPgb_LVZcRY/s1600/isaacshirt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQ2yDzQuCng/TrrDss5pmpI/AAAAAAAAMdY/jPgb_LVZcRY/s1600/isaacshirt3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;for noah, with his grey pants&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/329980727/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/246079567108859489_6c5jlNFs_c.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;for zoe, with a navy cardigan and navy ballet flats - green bow?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c93aNl9lQHI/TrrDsUDhNaI/AAAAAAAAMdQ/PZOWYMA7KVw/s1600/isaacshirt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c93aNl9lQHI/TrrDsUDhNaI/AAAAAAAAMdQ/PZOWYMA7KVw/s320/isaacshirt2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;for me, with the belt below. white t-shirt and navy scarf, or navy ruffly silk shirt underneath?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PriomImenXM/TrrDsxINXSI/AAAAAAAAMdg/Qc8W7IkY0bw/s1600/isaacshirt4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PriomImenXM/TrrDsxINXSI/AAAAAAAAMdg/Qc8W7IkY0bw/s1600/isaacshirt4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i'm thinking either my wide leg jeans from the gap with high-heel boots or skinny jeans with boots on top? i love how cute&lt;a href="http://www.sharonjohnsonphotography.com/the-krout-family/" target="_blank"&gt; this mom&lt;/a&gt; looks, but i'm not as cute as her and it might not be a great look for me. what do you think? i mean, if you hate it, don't say it because the pictures are this saturday and it's too late to revamp the whole look. but if you have little changes i could make, tell me those. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you coordinate your family pictures? matchy-matchy or just grab what you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;******&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm thankful for running water. i did two sinks full of dishes yesterday, and today i've done 6 loads of laundry (so far). i've taken a shower, brushed my teeth, and filled up my brita water pitcher twice. i can't imagine what a pain it would be to lug that water from a nearby well, boil it, and then use it. the fact that hot (or cold) water comes out of the faucet whenever i need it is &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;i'm thankful for running water!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-5372757000622658711?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5372757000622658711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=5372757000622658711&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/5372757000622658711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/5372757000622658711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/question-of-week-family-pictures.html' title='question of the week: family pictures'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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i liked books so much. i had a hard time articulating just what it is that i love about reading, but i think it's the escapism of it. i love reading about a world i've never known (or that would be impossible to know) and seeing into the lives of interesting people, even if they're fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xli-SBrwudY/TrnZiI22FeI/AAAAAAAAMdA/uNX8s8v2qA4/s1600/books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xli-SBrwudY/TrnZiI22FeI/AAAAAAAAMdA/uNX8s8v2qA4/s320/books.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i fall in love with characters (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/New-Moon-Twilight-Saga-Book/dp/B004HYW4JK/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1320802385&amp;amp;sr=1-2" target="_blank"&gt;jacob&lt;/a&gt;); i think of them as family (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Harry-Potter-Half-Blood-Prince-Book/dp/0439785960/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1320802408&amp;amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank"&gt;dumbledore&lt;/a&gt;); i ache for their heartaches (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/These-Words-Diary-Sarah-1881-1901/dp/0061458031/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_c" target="_blank"&gt;sarah&lt;/a&gt;) and i cry when they succeed (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pride-Prejudice-Norton-Critical-Editions/dp/0393976041/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1320802354&amp;amp;sr=1-3" target="_blank"&gt;elizabeth&lt;/a&gt;). my heart pounds during the tense moments and i read as fast as i can. sometimes i have to cover the words with a piece of paper so i read one line at a time during a particularly good book, otherwise i rush through and miss some things. i don't know how to teach the love of books to my kids; it's something that's always been a part of me. i hope they learn to love books too. i would rather sit and read a good book than do almost anything else. a well written book is my favorite work of art.&lt;b&gt; i am so grateful for books.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-8435307016701990024?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8435307016701990024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=8435307016701990024&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8435307016701990024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8435307016701990024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude-books.html' title='gratitude: books'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s72-c/thankful30-Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3900347977899603256</id><published>2011-11-07T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:23:42.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>gratitude: zoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kWvOmdXHApM/TrdQJEi5ilI/AAAAAAAAMc4/gbhYHu1L88Q/s1600/emily%2526zoe_+%252810%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kWvOmdXHApM/TrdQJEi5ilI/AAAAAAAAMc4/gbhYHu1L88Q/s400/emily%2526zoe_+%252810%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me set the scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a normal sunday evening. we've just had dinner. dave is on his way to phoenix for work so it's just me and the kids. i'm doing dishes and the kids are playing in the living room. suddenly i hear isaac say "stop, zoe, stop!" i walk around the corner to see what's happening. zoe has taken off her dress and is standing on isaac's back, in her diaper, growling in her deepest voice and trying to jump up and down on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut to 20 minutes later, isaac falls and knocks his face on the ground pretty hard. his top two teeth are loose so they get a little bloody from the fall. zoe comes straight over, gently pats his face, and gives him a kiss, while using her tiny sweet voice and saying "ow?" over and over again. a few minutes after that we go into her room and she brings me clothes from her drawers to try on for half an hour--completing each outfit with shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to believe this is the same baby girl, but this is just a day in the life with zoe. she is wild, she is sweet, she is rambunctious, she is funny, she is a tomboy, she is girly. she is her own oxymoron and i love her for it. she is so many things that it can be exhausting sometimes. but mostly, i am overwhelmed with love for that girl every single day. i swear she's the cutest little girl i have ever met, and even when she's driving me crazy, i can't help but laugh at how funny she is. i love how she loves her daddy more than anyone else (isaac is a close second). i love how having her changed our family.&lt;b&gt; i am grateful for zoe anne.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(baby picture of zoe by &lt;a href="http://www.sharonjohnsonphotography.com/" target="_blank"&gt;sharon&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-3900347977899603256?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s72-c/thankful30-Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-842090562186618848</id><published>2011-11-06T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T20:17:47.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what i believe'/><title type='text'>gratitude:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i'm thankful to be a mormon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kNzU2ORj1BU/TrdNX8liLBI/AAAAAAAAMcw/KutYy6rmdh4/s1600/church.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="97" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kNzU2ORj1BU/TrdNX8liLBI/AAAAAAAAMcw/KutYy6rmdh4/s320/church.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that a lot of people see members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints as restrictive, stuffy, and close-minded. when i was in college there was a mormon girl on the real world--julie--and her family came to visit. one of the housemates asked julie's teenage brother how he could stand living by so many rules, and this 14 or 15-year-old kid said "but by living the rules, you're more free." it sounded slightly ridiculous, but it's completely true. by obeying the &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-believe-word-of-wisdom.html" target="_blank"&gt;word of wisdom&lt;/a&gt;, you aren't addicted to harmful substances. by following the prophet's counsel to get out of debt and live within your means, you aren't a slave to creditors. so i believe that while others might see us as close-minded and restrictive, i don't feel restricted in any way. some might think that because we stand firm on certain beliefs that we don't love people who don't. quite the contrary. we love the person, but not what the person might be doing. mostly, i love being a mormon because i know that what our church teaches is good and right. i'm sure i'm a happier person than i would be if i wasn't going to church every week, serving in a calling that i love and that challenges me. i'm grateful to know that i have been sealed in the temple to my family, that even after we die we will be together again. i read a great letter on facebook this week in response to pastor jeffress&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZI2K8roLG8" target="_blank"&gt; calling mormonism a cult&lt;/a&gt;. if you haven't read it, click &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/notes/breeana-shill/a-mormons-respectful-response-to-being-called-a-cult-or-not-christians-this-is-r/10150365913627885" target="_blank"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;(or if you're not on facebook, click &lt;a href="http://larsonsrgreat.blogspot.com/2011/11/well-written-response.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). it's a well-written account of why mormons believe that our church has direct authority (priesthood) from Jesus Christ and why we believe we are christians. i am a christian because i believe in Jesus Christ, and i believe that he suffered in the garden of gethsemane and died so that i could be forgiven for the things i do wrong and someday be saved and live with Him again in heaven. regardless of what anybody else thinks,&lt;b&gt; i am grateful to be a mormon&lt;/b&gt;. i love my church, and its leaders, and what it teaches. i'm a better person because of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-842090562186618848?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/842090562186618848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=842090562186618848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/842090562186618848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/842090562186618848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude.html' title='gratitude:'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s72-c/thankful30-Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-5403327903286933163</id><published>2011-11-05T11:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T11:34:50.621-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>gratitude: home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/203118144/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/113786328054814013_kH7UCCmk_c.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://konfettiform.blogspot.com/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;konfettiform.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/stephspencer/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this apartment isn't a place i would have ever chosen to live, but today as i listen to the wind whistle and watch the snow fall, i can't help but be grateful that i have a home with a heater that works really well. i'm grateful for my home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-5403327903286933163?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5403327903286933163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=5403327903286933163&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/5403327903286933163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/5403327903286933163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude-summer.html' title='gratitude: home'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s72-c/thankful30-Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-8659401106654349746</id><published>2011-11-04T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:29:52.260-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noah'/><title type='text'>gratitude: noah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fwwzPH7D62o/TrN0CsG9d6I/AAAAAAAAMcU/KeOQ4PfFsxs/s1600/scan0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fwwzPH7D62o/TrN0CsG9d6I/AAAAAAAAMcU/KeOQ4PfFsxs/s400/scan0002.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pre-school picture - red rock elementary school 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this boy melts my heart. he is sweet and funny and talks &lt;i&gt;nonstop &lt;/i&gt;the entire four hours between preschool pick-up and picking up isaac. i get the play-by-play of who was good and bad at school, what's happening on his video game, and what's running through his mind. other kids love noah; he's naturally a friendly and happy kid. he cracks me up most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few weeks, he's been more like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3iBy7vwq03Q/TrN0EaFkL-I/AAAAAAAAMcc/dgBS9czMpG0/s1600/scan0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3iBy7vwq03Q/TrN0EaFkL-I/AAAAAAAAMcc/dgBS9czMpG0/s400/scan0003.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;soccer picture - team turney, fall 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after his last soccer game we had isaac's coach take his picture since we missed the official picture day, and he sobbed. i guess he really didn't want his picture taken? i'm not sure what orchestrated the change from happy to sad and i'm not sure how to help him, but he's been very clingy and sad. he'll ask me for a cup of water with tears in his eyes, on the verge of sobbing...like he thinks he's going to get in trouble or something. it's been sad for him, but kind of nice for the extra hugs and love he needs from mom, especially while isaac is at school and zoe's napping. i'm happy to give it to him. i was worried that i would wish he was in kindergarten this year, but i don't. i'm grateful for one extra year at home with my boy. i am so grateful for noah and the happiness and craziness he brings to our family. i am so thankful that i get to be his mother. at parent-teacher conferences his teacher gushed over him. she couldn't say enough about how smart he is, how she had to ask him to stop answering questions to give other kids a chance, how helpful he is with the other kids, how happy he is all the time, how she's never had a preschooler that could count to 100 on his own, and on and on. as a mom i see the greatness in him, but sometimes it's nice to hear it from other people too. he is one fantastic kid and &lt;b&gt;i am so thankful for noah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-8659401106654349746?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8659401106654349746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=8659401106654349746&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8659401106654349746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8659401106654349746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude-noah.html' title='gratitude: noah'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s72-c/thankful30-Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-7469252593701456482</id><published>2011-11-03T14:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:18:00.067-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>random thought thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/329980727/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/246079567108859489_6c5jlNFs_c.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.gymboree.com/shop/dept_item.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524446001281&amp;amp;FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=2534374306259428&amp;amp;ASSORTMENT%3C%3East_id=1408474395917465&amp;amp;bmUID=1318701847246&amp;amp;productSizeSelected=0&amp;amp;fit_type=" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;gymboree.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/something/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you feel&lt;br /&gt;about little girls in tutus&lt;br /&gt;in family photos?&lt;br /&gt;i got this one for zoe&lt;br /&gt;and can't decide if it's too much&lt;br /&gt;when the rest of us are wearing regular clothes.&lt;br /&gt;honest opinions, please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursdays are park days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;for me and my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;noah always says he doesn't want to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;when i pick him up from school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but then he never wants to leave once we get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i'm so glad the weather is still gorgeous so we can go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i feel like i'm living on borrowed time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;just waiting for the bitter cold to hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i finally got a bruise on my foot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;from &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-totally-win.html" target="_blank"&gt;my big fall&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and it's at the top of my foot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;right underneath my toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;what? shouldn't it bruise where it hurts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i've only seen new moon and eclipse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;once each (when they were in the theater)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and i feel like i need to watch them again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;before breaking dawn comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;too bad i don't own either one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i spent an hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;organizing dave's sock drawer the other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it looks so awesome,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i could kiss myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i guess i'll just let dave kiss me instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;my sister is having baby #5 today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;likely the last larson niece/nephew i will have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i know people think tv makes you stupider,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but if being stupid is wrong, i don't want to be right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i LOVE happy endings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the characters don't even have to say anything and i laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;my friend ashley started a book club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i'm SO on board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;reading good books,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;hanging out with women and no kids all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(we stayed out past midnight!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and eating delicious food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i can't believe i haven't done this before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;our &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2008/11/primary-program.html" target="_blank"&gt;primary&lt;/a&gt; program&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;was this past sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i was so proud of the kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and so grateful for our teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;if nothing else, gallup is full of some really really awesome people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i have two printers;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;zoe broke both of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;any suggestions of where to get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;another free laser printer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mornings are so cold now&lt;br /&gt;and it takes almost the whole drive to school&lt;br /&gt;for the car to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i &lt;i&gt;hate &lt;/i&gt;sitting on cold leather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;so today, i'm especially grateful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;for&lt;b&gt; heated seats in my van.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;****** &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-7469252593701456482?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7469252593701456482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=7469252593701456482&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/7469252593701456482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/7469252593701456482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-thought-thursday.html' title='random thought thursday'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s72-c/thankful30-Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-4820615420968680101</id><published>2011-11-02T12:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T15:05:43.040-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little known fact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>little known fact: speed limits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm sharing some things about my new home to help you all get to know it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;today's little known fact?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;new mexicans strictly obey the speed limit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;except on the street in front of my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2xfRUDBHo0/TrGLA4AU3gI/AAAAAAAAMb4/JLvTPYn7Bz8/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2xfRUDBHo0/TrGLA4AU3gI/AAAAAAAAMb4/JLvTPYn7Bz8/s320/15.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;in utah the speed limit is more of a suggestion, and NOBODY listens to it. i remember coming home from my first semester of college and driving 80 on i-40 (because that's what people drive on i-15 in utah and you get passed). i quickly realized the speed limit was 55 and i was going to have a major crash because nobody drives that fast. i had sort of forgotten that until we moved back here. it is freakish how nobody here speeds. but in front of my house, which is a busy street with 2 hospitals, a fire station, a police station, and a big church, the speed limit is 15. and somehow, people think it says 55. i'm not even kidding. people SPEED UP when the speed limit drops from 35 to 15.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i don't get it, but i like it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;for more little known facts, click &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/search?q=little+known+fact"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;today i'm grateful for my &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2008/11/kids-table.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-i-love.html"&gt;thanksgiving &lt;/a&gt;decorations. as i put them up this morning i teared up a little, thinking about each one of them and the memories associated with buying them--mostly at &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-swiss-days-rookies.html"&gt;swiss days&lt;/a&gt; with my sisters. every time i look at them it makes me smile. people say the best things in life aren't "things," but these &lt;i&gt;things &lt;/i&gt;have really brightened my november.&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/2258614745305782827-4820615420968680101?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4820615420968680101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=4820615420968680101&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/4820615420968680101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/4820615420968680101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-known-fact-speed-limits.html' title='little known fact: speed limits'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2xfRUDBHo0/TrGLA4AU3gI/AAAAAAAAMb4/JLvTPYn7Bz8/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-7760663403567766340</id><published>2011-11-01T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T15:04:55.370-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>gratitude - sun visors</title><content type='html'>at last, halloween is over and now we can focus on &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;thanksgiving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! finally. i'll post something i'm grateful for every day through thanksgiving; i'd love to hear what you're thankful for during this season of gratitude as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s1600/thankful30-Emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zDTidKpeav0/TrAFi403yAI/AAAAAAAAMbw/mYjbgi4-T0g/s1600/visor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="327" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zDTidKpeav0/TrAFi403yAI/AAAAAAAAMbw/mYjbgi4-T0g/s400/visor.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;today i'm grateful for sun visors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right. it's weird, but man, i NEED those things. i'm short so it seems like the sun is always in my eyes while i drive. the road to isaac's school faces directly into the sun in the mornings--like "i can't even see the lines on the road" kind of sun in your eyes, and i seriously might die (or kill somebody) without that visor. dave never even uses it, i think because he's too tall and it would block his view of the road. but me? i love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you feel about sun visors?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-7760663403567766340?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7760663403567766340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=7760663403567766340&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/7760663403567766340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/7760663403567766340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude-sun-visors.html' title='gratitude - sun visors'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9lYzLrwX6I/TrGwN4PvgBI/AAAAAAAAMcM/0GVYofKzTJY/s72-c/thankful30-Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-7423537233331038857</id><published>2011-10-31T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T23:33:37.977-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydG_t-4n0nA/Tq9o5nP9NRI/AAAAAAAAMag/3O6J0HVNkXs/s1600/IMG_6137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydG_t-4n0nA/Tq9o5nP9NRI/AAAAAAAAMag/3O6J0HVNkXs/s640/IMG_6137.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;isaac (mario), lydia (olivia!), andrew (superman), noah (luigi), zoe (princess peach)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;it. is. &lt;i&gt;crazy&lt;/i&gt;. here. think ET times a hundred thousand and you have halloween in gallup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a friend from my church purchased 1500 pieces of candy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;last year she bought 1200, and giving away only one piece to each kid&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(and shunning the ADULTS that go trick-or-treating here), she ran out at 8:00 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we went with my friend ashley and her two cute kids and had so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wUe7-UdIYs/Tq9jzdq2KoI/AAAAAAAAMaQ/MBBMoCmUEzI/s1600/VID00545.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wUe7-UdIYs/Tq9jzdq2KoI/AAAAAAAAMaQ/MBBMoCmUEzI/s640/VID00545.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;emilie made their awesome costumes--mario, luigi, and princess peach. it was a hit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;poor noah has been very clingy and sad lately, so he didn't have a great time, but everybody else did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;unfortunately, my camera is still broken, and dave's droid camera chose this week to stop working as well, so...blurrier/darker/worse than usual pictures. ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" 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h&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iFHjXQSjjlo/Tq9o9GlIh8I/AAAAAAAAMao/s3uOPLUgahQ/s1600/IMG_6138.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="442" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iFHjXQSjjlo/Tq9o9GlIh8I/AAAAAAAAMao/s3uOPLUgahQ/s640/IMG_6138.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(the good, clear pictures? those are thanks to ashley, in case you were wondering)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-7423537233331038857?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7423537233331038857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=7423537233331038857&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/7423537233331038857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/7423537233331038857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-2011.html' title='halloween 2011'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydG_t-4n0nA/Tq9o5nP9NRI/AAAAAAAAMag/3O6J0HVNkXs/s72-c/IMG_6137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3326796091879359844</id><published>2011-10-28T09:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:47:40.130-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty'/><title type='text'>pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upcwkuCz6yc/TqrM6e36O8I/AAAAAAAAMXY/uHvTVxvjBOI/s1600/katewinslet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upcwkuCz6yc/TqrM6e36O8I/AAAAAAAAMXY/uHvTVxvjBOI/s400/katewinslet.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F23W541RHIE/TqrOGOq-c2I/AAAAAAAAMXg/R3sqJ5OEKcQ/s1600/asyouwish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F23W541RHIE/TqrOGOq-c2I/AAAAAAAAMXg/R3sqJ5OEKcQ/s400/asyouwish.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rd7TS66KORQ/TqrOGhnHMDI/AAAAAAAAMXo/ZQnBzCmoRic/s1600/asyouwish1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rd7TS66KORQ/TqrOGhnHMDI/AAAAAAAAMXo/ZQnBzCmoRic/s400/asyouwish1.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQHPLFIIw3M/TqrOG94gnNI/AAAAAAAAMXw/fse3bVrSASE/s1600/asyouwish2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQHPLFIIw3M/TqrOG94gnNI/AAAAAAAAMXw/fse3bVrSASE/s400/asyouwish2.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9s8fDAzAH0/TqrOHsuclAI/AAAAAAAAMX4/W1fkS2GMs3A/s1600/asyouwish3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9s8fDAzAH0/TqrOHsuclAI/AAAAAAAAMX4/W1fkS2GMs3A/s400/asyouwish3.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kFKpNq6jwAk/TqrOIX2VCeI/AAAAAAAAMYI/8braYt9dycw/s1600/asyouwish5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kFKpNq6jwAk/TqrOIX2VCeI/AAAAAAAAMYI/8braYt9dycw/s400/asyouwish5.jpg" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;made these for noah's preschool halloween party today. best fruit tray EVER.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all images via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/something/"&gt;pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upcwkuCz6yc/TqrM6e36O8I/AAAAAAAAMXY/uHvTVxvjBOI/s72-c/katewinslet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-4924263291396754403</id><published>2011-10-27T14:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:36:19.573-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>random thought thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0RAt0W3AA0/Tqmz43NiaVI/AAAAAAAAMXE/iPHAaZextTE/s1600/elton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0RAt0W3AA0/Tqmz43NiaVI/AAAAAAAAMXE/iPHAaZextTE/s320/elton.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TYjEhq0cxIU/Tqmz5mS0UZI/AAAAAAAAMXM/CT5h2Tde4P0/s1600/elton1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TYjEhq0cxIU/Tqmz5mS0UZI/AAAAAAAAMXM/CT5h2Tde4P0/s320/elton1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;suburgatory is a pretty funny new show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;took a few weeks but i'm liking it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;only...i really struggle with "elton" from clueless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;playing a teenager's dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i'm not THAT old, am i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;didn't clueless come out, like, a few years ago? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brookebenton.blogspot.com/2011/10/every-little-speck.html"&gt;exactly.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm adding lithuania to my must-travel-to list:&lt;br /&gt;there are fourteen whole things to do there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viator.com/lithuania-tours/d58-ttd?pref=02&amp;amp;aid=g2417"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;website boasts: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"All  14 things to do in Lithuania!&lt;br /&gt;Here's our complete list of the top Lithuania tours, &lt;br /&gt;sightseeing and Lithuania things to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i can't miss going there now,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;knowing i can do 14 things when i get there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;****** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;yesterday there was a grasshopper on zoe's leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;she screamed like a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;my kids made the cutest mario/luigi/princess peach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;you have EVER seen last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;their costumes are perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(and not transformers, so, score).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i have two friends that have offered to help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;me get over my fear of my sewing machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i've decided sewing is going to be my new hobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;we went to albuquerque this past weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;because dave had a work meeting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;only the meeting got canceled and nobody notified him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;so we partied it up anyway while he worked in our hotel room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;speaking of albuquerque,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/albuquerque/"&gt;temple &lt;/a&gt;while we were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it was the first time i'd been back to that temple since i got married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i'd forgotten how pretty it was--and how many people my parents know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i got stopped by two old family friends inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i can't get enough of this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;gorgeous fall weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.dingbatpress.com/baby/children/let-me-take-you-to-rio/"&gt;adrienne &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;posted pictures of her daughter's halloween costume yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it is awesome, and if i had half of her talent&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i would love to make a boy version for noah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;who wanted to be "blue" from rio for halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the first comment? a criticism on how spending time and money&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;on a costume reflects poorly on her business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and is "symptomatic of the sense of entitlement, excess and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(possible) waste that North American people are up in arms about".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;this mother spent her time and money to make an awesome costume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and to make her daughter happy, and this is what she gets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sometimes i really hate the anonymity of the internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and what it does to people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;women, in particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;party on, wayne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-4924263291396754403?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4924263291396754403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=4924263291396754403&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/4924263291396754403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/4924263291396754403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-thought-thursday_27.html' title='random thought thursday'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0RAt0W3AA0/Tqmz43NiaVI/AAAAAAAAMXE/iPHAaZextTE/s72-c/elton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3877483481554413227</id><published>2011-10-25T13:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:48:09.274-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question of the week'/><title type='text'>question of the week: how old were you?</title><content type='html'>emilie wrote such a great post yesterday with advice about marriage, and it's got me thinking. go read it (click &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.em-il-ie.com/2011/10/life-lesson-5-patient-proposal.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), then come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. i got married when i was 21. for most people (including me), that seems &lt;i&gt;very &lt;/i&gt;young. at the time, i felt old. i wasn't getting along very well with my roommates at the time, i had been in college for 3 years, i was the only person in my family not married. that christmas was brutal, with all my siblings married. i felt so lonely. it felt like everybody on campus was engaged or married. and then there was dave. he was so dreamy, and smart, and i couldn't help falling in love. i had the choice: marriage, or mission? i chose marriage. when i think of how young i was i think i must have been nuts--but being nuts about dave worked out for me, because he's still dreamy and smart and i love being married to him. but i do sometimes think that it could have easily gone the other way, if i hadn't been more careful in my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/319585258/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="600" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/246079567108856745_FfwemTHA_c.jpg" width="497" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.100layercake.com/vendors/view/847/3/belle-and-beau" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;100layercake.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/something/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is one of my favorite quotes from emilie's post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Love is exciting and wonderful, and marrying the one you feel that way about is the BEST! But a marriage that can sustain the tests of time and trials is one built on a solid foundation of compatibility and a mature understanding and depth of knowledge about the one you are marrying. &lt;b&gt; Rushing into a decision about whom and when to marry is a mistake of the immature.&lt;/b&gt;  Be patient. If this person is right for you, a year of dating and seeing each other through different situations and coming to know each other fully before marriage is an investment well spent and shows true maturity.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! gosh it's hard to wait when what you want is right in front of you. in lots of ways i think going on a mission would have been very good for me, to help me learn better self control and not worrying so much getting what i want&lt;i&gt; right now&lt;/i&gt;. i am obviously not an expert. i just thought her post was so well written and had such great advice. and not just about marriage--about lots of things! rushing into a decision, any big decision, is a mistake of the immature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a distant relative, maggie tolman porter--i can't recall exactly how we're related, but it's through my dad's family--wrote her life story and each of my siblings and i have a copy. she was married when she was very young, i think she was 16. she had met a man named orson, who was 25 and anxious to get married. maggie had made a pact with her mother that no matter what, or how much in love she was, she was not to give her consent for maggie to marry before she was 22 years old.&amp;nbsp; she dreamed of being an author and her brothers were able and willing to put her through school. though she was in love with orson, she wanted so badly to get an education first. so when orson said he was going to ask her mother for permission to marry a few days before christmas, 1893, she wasn't worried. only...her mother gave orson permission. from her own account:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"No, Mother, no--I am too young," and I began to cry. "I want to get an education," I sobbed. They were both first-class salesman for I was married January 4, 1894. I 'll be honest. I won't say that I never regretted my marriage when I was so young, for I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; regret it. When I...saw what an education really meant, I wept my pillow wet many nights. My advice to all my blessed granddaughters and grandsons is this: Don't be in a hurry to marry. You'll have all time (and &lt;i&gt;Eternity&lt;/i&gt;!) to be married but only a few years to get an education and prepare yourselves for your life's work. You can accomplish so much more for yourselves and for Our Heavenly Father if you are well educated and understand about things both past and present, the sciences, etc., and the blessed Gospel.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me your story. how old were you when you got married? or if you're not married, how old do you want to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-3877483481554413227?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3877483481554413227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=3877483481554413227&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3877483481554413227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3877483481554413227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/10/question-of-week-how-old-were-you.html' title='question of the week: how old were you?'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-5612181646617493005</id><published>2011-10-19T12:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:44:46.778-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucket list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>by no means comprehensive</title><content type='html'>i haven't won a giveaway in a while so i'm trying to win the MACK DADDY of all giveaways by posting 15 things from my bucket list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwiDeurl98g/Tp8ZDwkZdkI/AAAAAAAAMWs/wjWGl5UBpBY/s1600/Alice+Paris+Trip+2011_26.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwiDeurl98g/Tp8ZDwkZdkI/AAAAAAAAMWs/wjWGl5UBpBY/s640/Alice+Paris+Trip+2011_26.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-utyB2KAqOW8/Tp8ZCp7XaTI/AAAAAAAAMWk/2x05kA654Ug/s1600/029.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;get a stamp in my passport&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;visit italy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kiss my husband at the top of the eiffel tower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;serve a mission for my church&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;learn to play the guitar &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;be on the amazing race&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;own a house with a yard that has grass and a fence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cook thanksgiving dinner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-utyB2KAqOW8/Tp8ZCp7XaTI/AAAAAAAAMWk/2x05kA654Ug/s1600/029.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-utyB2KAqOW8/Tp8ZCp7XaTI/AAAAAAAAMWk/2x05kA654Ug/s200/029.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;own a perfect pair of high heels&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fly first class&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;learn to surf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;write a book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;get a master's degree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;support my kids on missions for my church&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;buy something from tiffany's &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-utyB2KAqOW8/Tp8ZCp7XaTI/AAAAAAAAMWk/2x05kA654Ug/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-whVR7KbdH6U/Tl8NulSD95I/AAAAAAAAMQk/JnCcfXXPMxM/s1600/VID00489.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-whVR7KbdH6U/Tl8NulSD95I/AAAAAAAAMQk/JnCcfXXPMxM/s640/VID00489.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clearly, some of these things have been met already in the past year. doesn't matter. they're still part of my list, right? do you have a bucket list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwiDeurl98g/Tp8ZDwkZdkI/AAAAAAAAMWs/wjWGl5UBpBY/s1600/Alice+Paris+Trip+2011_26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;****** &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is my entry in the Just Ask Bucket List Getaway Giveaway. &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/justaskbrac"&gt;Just Ask&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;offers a breast and ovarian cancer screening and is encouraging people to share 15 things that I want to enjoy in my lifetime as a reminder to be aware of my health. Want to enter? Head over to &lt;a href="http://wp.me/pR10l-3Kw"&gt;TodaysMama.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to get the details. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-5612181646617493005?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5612181646617493005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=5612181646617493005&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/5612181646617493005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/5612181646617493005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/10/by-no-means-comprehensive.html' title='by no means comprehensive'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwiDeurl98g/Tp8ZDwkZdkI/AAAAAAAAMWs/wjWGl5UBpBY/s72-c/Alice+Paris+Trip+2011_26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3310067064247592102</id><published>2011-10-18T10:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T10:24:32.303-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>our resident lizard catcher</title><content type='html'>isaac has a new obsession. (don't worry, he hasn't forgotten about transformers, this is in addition to &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;obsession.) it is: catching things. he is desperate for a pet. for a while it was grasshoppers, crickets, and moths, but now he's moved on to the bigger and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1rkjBZNLXJ8/Tp2mvrvzCsI/AAAAAAAAMV8/nVLV6Z3DhY0/s1600/2011-09-13_17-56-34_83.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1rkjBZNLXJ8/Tp2mvrvzCsI/AAAAAAAAMV8/nVLV6Z3DhY0/s400/2011-09-13_17-56-34_83.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lizards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkgClUGd2HM/Tp2m5sX_0oI/AAAAAAAAMWE/qQVQKN5rtZQ/s1600/2011-09-13_17-56-43_966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkgClUGd2HM/Tp2m5sX_0oI/AAAAAAAAMWE/qQVQKN5rtZQ/s400/2011-09-13_17-56-43_966.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are rampant here! at first he could only catch the babies because they're not as fast, but now even the big guys are no match for him. every recess he and brock catch lizards. every second of daylight at home is spent looking under rocks, in cracks, and behind pieces of wood for more lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDTWQ1HjqQg/Tp2nKp7901I/AAAAAAAAMWY/1z4cTbsyhBw/s1600/2011-09-17_18-45-25_443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDTWQ1HjqQg/Tp2nKp7901I/AAAAAAAAMWY/1z4cTbsyhBw/s640/2011-09-17_18-45-25_443.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he keeps them in a tupperware for a day or so and then we make him let them go. we've starved enough animals to death (caterpillars, grasshoppers, and the like), i'm not having lizard carcasses in my house. although one of the lizards did escape onto the couch (i didn't know about that one because it was a "secret") and again underneath the computer desk. luckily it was caught both times or i would have put the kibosh on lizard-catching forever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2kE8XPL2ek/Tp2nCeOTLBI/AAAAAAAAMWM/N1DKpgTn_a0/s1600/2011-09-17_18-45-09_208.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2kE8XPL2ek/Tp2nCeOTLBI/AAAAAAAAMWM/N1DKpgTn_a0/s640/2011-09-17_18-45-09_208.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think lizards are cool, but i do not want them in my house. and i definitely don't want to touch them. zoe sees them and screams. noah says he wants to hold it and then promptly drops it. isaac? he holds it lovingly, pets his tummy, and "keeps it warm." he is all boy, that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-3310067064247592102?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3310067064247592102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=3310067064247592102&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3310067064247592102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3310067064247592102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-resident-lizard-catcher.html' title='our resident lizard catcher'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1rkjBZNLXJ8/Tp2mvrvzCsI/AAAAAAAAMV8/nVLV6Z3DhY0/s72-c/2011-09-13_17-56-34_83.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-7739618716704726329</id><published>2011-10-17T09:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:48:23.538-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>i totally win</title><content type='html'>on friday i was in the laundromat with zoe and feeling very sorry for myself. a couple near me started cussing each other out. they were both extremely drunk (or had very slurry speech and sloppy movements at 8:30 in the morning) and this scripture kept running through my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="verse"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have ye walked, keeping yourselves blameless before God? Could ye say, if ye were called to die at this time, within yourselves, that ye have been &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sufficiently humble&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;? That your garments have been cleansed and made white through the blood of Christ, who will come to redeem his people from their sins? (&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/5.27?lang=eng#26"&gt;alma 5:27&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it honestly crossed my mind that this was it. i was officially "humbled". there was no more pride left in my body. i even said this to my sister on the phone later that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then came sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were practicing for the primary program and had a short break. zoe needed a diaper change so i went to get the bag from dave. dave was with all of the priesthood--every boy/man aged 12-90 or so--sitting on the stage by the gym in our church. there are about 8 steps to get up to the stage. i walked up a few steps, grabbed the bag from dave, and somehow thinking i was still on the bottom step, moved my left foot to walk out. only i was 3 or 4 steps up. i'm sure it looked something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tcwWZDdKx-w?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily zoe was okay, and i thought i was too, until i stood up and tried to walk. i was certain i had broken my foot, but more than the pain of that, i have never been so embarrassed in my entire life. every man in my ward had just seen me fall...in a skirt...holding my baby. sadly i couldn't walk away, so then i had to endure the men walking off the stage to head to their classes and walk past me, asking me if i was okay. i really was--it didn't hurt that bad--unless i tried to put weight on it. there was a golf-ball-sized lump on top of my foot and i knew if i took my shoe off it would keep swelling, so i just left it on. my friend karina brought me a chair and some ice and helped finish up primary. my friend stefanie came to my house to hang out with my kids while dave took me to the hospital for x-rays. i had 8 or 9 phone calls from people offering their help. we went to dinner at my friend ashley's house. i realized i am surrounded by awesome people and also? never ever say to yourself or anyone else that you are sufficiently humble--there's always more pride to be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2008/02/question-of-week_13.html"&gt;getting kicked in the crotch&lt;/a&gt; at a dance?&lt;br /&gt;tearing your acl in front of everybody on the mountain at sundance?&lt;br /&gt;falling down in front of people you'll never see again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing. this is absolutely the most embarrassing thing i (or you) have ever done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i asked dave how to write this so it's funny&lt;br /&gt;and not "oh i'm so sorry!" from all of you.&lt;br /&gt;i promise, this is something to laugh about, not&lt;br /&gt;to feel sorry about.&lt;br /&gt;promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-7739618716704726329?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7739618716704726329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=7739618716704726329&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/7739618716704726329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/7739618716704726329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-totally-win.html' title='i totally win'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tcwWZDdKx-w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-1440830578083171293</id><published>2011-10-13T09:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:10:47.258-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>random thought thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kGa8AkA8D_g/Tpb-7fu6WBI/AAAAAAAAMV0/1qoVyi3OoRk/s1600/thanksgiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kGa8AkA8D_g/Tpb-7fu6WBI/AAAAAAAAMV0/1qoVyi3OoRk/s320/thanksgiving.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/products/give-thanks-table-runner/?cm_src=rel"&gt;+&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it too early&lt;br /&gt;to be thinking&lt;br /&gt;about thanksgiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've got to see my cousin's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;awesome &lt;a href="http://pretendfancy.blogspot.com/2011/10/hey-im-back.html"&gt;playroom makeover.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;no real befores, but the afters are fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and it all seems so realistic and doable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;unlike most makeovers you see these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;got an email from my brother this week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"have to go to paris again next week. ugh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i could punch him in the face for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the &lt;a href="http://www.em-il-ie.com/2011/10/advice-on-raising-children.html"&gt;funniest compilation of blog posts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i have ever read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;literally laughed out loud at each successive post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sarahlovephotography.com/"&gt;sarah &lt;/a&gt;is doing our family pictures in november.&lt;br /&gt;i'm very excited,&lt;br /&gt;but can we just repeat our outfits from before?&lt;br /&gt;'cause i got nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've heard halloween is a pretty big deal here--&lt;br /&gt;think streets packed like in E.T.--&lt;br /&gt;and i'm kind of excited about it&lt;br /&gt;(even though &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-suicide.html"&gt;i hate halloween&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i broke my toe this morning.&lt;br /&gt;i kicked a toy stumbling into the family room&lt;br /&gt;at 6:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;the weird thing?&lt;br /&gt;it's the fourth toe,&lt;br /&gt;the one next to the pinky toe.&lt;br /&gt;how is that even possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some cheap flat brown boots.&lt;br /&gt;can y'all keep a lookout for me?&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking target should have something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could stay wrapped up&lt;br /&gt;in a big fluffy towel&lt;br /&gt;all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isaac had a field trip yesterday&lt;br /&gt;to arizona's petrified national forest.&lt;br /&gt;he didn't get home until 5 pm&lt;br /&gt;and he loved every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;he could barely sleep the night before&lt;br /&gt;and ran inside the school without so much as a wave&lt;br /&gt;when i dropped him off at school.&lt;br /&gt;if it hadn't been a 2 hour drive to get there&lt;br /&gt;i would've loved to go with him.&lt;br /&gt;i've never gone on a field trip with him before.&lt;br /&gt;isn't that what stay-at-home moms are supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;if so, i fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what else is happening,&lt;br /&gt;when my kids laugh really hard,&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but laugh right along with them,&lt;br /&gt;even if i didn't hear the joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-1440830578083171293?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1440830578083171293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=1440830578083171293&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1440830578083171293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1440830578083171293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-thought-thursday_13.html' title='random thought thursday'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kGa8AkA8D_g/Tpb-7fu6WBI/AAAAAAAAMV0/1qoVyi3OoRk/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-1962307630741058353</id><published>2011-10-12T00:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:48:37.359-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>color</title><content type='html'>a few years ago, when &lt;b style="color: #e69138;"&gt;orange &lt;/b&gt;was at its height of popularity, my friend emilie told me she was over orange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i've been into orange for years--my wedding was orange, years ago!" she cried. "but now i'm over it. now i'm into &lt;b style="color: #999999;"&gt;grey &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;mustard yellow&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy did she know what she was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/311746314/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="undefined" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/311746314_atfb4BHo_c.jpg" width="undefined" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/dashboard" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/something/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; 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font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;google.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/something/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;what colors are you into this fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-1962307630741058353?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1962307630741058353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=1962307630741058353&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1962307630741058353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1962307630741058353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/10/color.html' title='color'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3386020476601563284</id><published>2011-10-10T12:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:48:50.590-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>pumpkin carving 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1U7he35NvPA/TpMWKZvqbaI/AAAAAAAAMVc/E57BjOnO1QY/s1600/2011-10-08_15-51-25_995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1U7he35NvPA/TpMWKZvqbaI/AAAAAAAAMVc/E57BjOnO1QY/s640/2011-10-08_15-51-25_995.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we usually carve pumpkins for family home evening a week or so before halloween,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but this weekend my kids just couldn't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was freezing outside, so this seemed like a good inside activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Vnwals3LfA/TpMWR06HBFI/AAAAAAAAMVg/SEKoGpwcpEE/s1600/2011-10-08_15-51-35_133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Vnwals3LfA/TpMWR06HBFI/AAAAAAAAMVg/SEKoGpwcpEE/s320/2011-10-08_15-51-35_133.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-_fs7Tyq-s/TpMWYrWIUmI/AAAAAAAAMVo/IcFKYqUadlI/s1600/2011-10-08_15-51-42_872.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-_fs7Tyq-s/TpMWYrWIUmI/AAAAAAAAMVo/IcFKYqUadlI/s320/2011-10-08_15-51-42_872.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--5hOiyoUsDU/TpMWk8rAd7I/AAAAAAAAMVw/9z4mwl-ORh8/s1600/2011-10-08_15-55-57_721.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--5hOiyoUsDU/TpMWk8rAd7I/AAAAAAAAMVw/9z4mwl-ORh8/s320/2011-10-08_15-55-57_721.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i worked while the boys scooped and cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heavenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(no seriously, i hate scooping pumpkin guts.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kc0AWLdoIyk/TpMWfDUvHKI/AAAAAAAAMVs/aPeZNeySmlQ/s1600/2011-10-08_15-51-49_34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kc0AWLdoIyk/TpMWfDUvHKI/AAAAAAAAMVs/aPeZNeySmlQ/s400/2011-10-08_15-51-49_34.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i forgot to add a picture of the finished product. maybe another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what did you do this weekend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;also, if anyone has tips for zoe's hair, i'd love some.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's curly in the back, straight in the front, and altogether...awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-3386020476601563284?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3386020476601563284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=3386020476601563284&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3386020476601563284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3386020476601563284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-carving-2011.html' title='pumpkin carving 2011'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1U7he35NvPA/TpMWKZvqbaI/AAAAAAAAMVc/E57BjOnO1QY/s72-c/2011-10-08_15-51-25_995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3210275370939658631</id><published>2011-10-07T00:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T12:47:32.738-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>my own space</title><content type='html'>&lt;img align="left" alt="I" src="http://jhische.com/dailydropcap/I-10-cap.png" title="Daily Drop Cap by Jessica Hische" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love reading the blog "&lt;a href="http://suaviloquy.blogspot.com/"&gt;secondsister suaviloquy&lt;/a&gt;". everything april writes resonates with me. she writes beautifully and is an amazing artist and a mother with young babies and struggles and succeeds just like the rest of us. a month or so ago &lt;a href="http://suaviloquy.blogspot.com/2011/09/room-of-ones-own.html"&gt;she wrote &lt;/a&gt;about how everyone needs their own space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZrXl5JxcWw/To34hk53obI/AAAAAAAAMVU/l7kb_jv4_TE/s1600/emily%2526zoe_+%252810%2529_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZrXl5JxcWw/To34hk53obI/AAAAAAAAMVU/l7kb_jv4_TE/s640/emily%2526zoe_+%252810%2529_1.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="E" src="http://jhische.com/dailydropcap/E-9-cap.png" title="Daily Drop Cap by Jessica Hische" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;verybody needs a space to go to and think. Or pray, or whatever it is you do in your still moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i read that i discovered that i don't have a space. in utah it was &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2010/02/transformation.html"&gt;zoe's room&lt;/a&gt;. i could lay on the floor in her room and be surrounded by chaos but still feel calm. i loved that room. i loved it before it was hers too, when it was blue sailboats for noah. something about that room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbQI5Tnok6A/To34jRb7-DI/AAAAAAAAMVY/R4xWCMjaoHo/s1600/emilyzoe_241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbQI5Tnok6A/To34jRb7-DI/AAAAAAAAMVY/R4xWCMjaoHo/s640/emilyzoe_241.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a space here. there isn't really enough room for me to have a space, which is fine, but i think april is right--everybody needs a space. i've been trying (and failing) to create a clean, clutter-free, harmonious home. i don't have it. part of it is that i thought this apartment would be temporary so i didn't unpack most of our stuff, which means we have printers sitting on boxes, and toys still in boxes, and a half-empty box in our master bedroom, and boxes in the closet...it just doesn't work. there is stuff everywhere. i have tried, and i have failed, but i cannot keep this home in order, especially as long as i have zoe-monster. so last week i decided to make my van my space. i spend a lot of time in that van, shuttling kids around, and playing with zoe (she likes to "drive"). it's filthy. we bought it from a family with 5 kids and it was gross when we bought it...and we never did anything about it. i kept meaning to take it to get detailed but never did. i decided last saturday after 20 months of driving in filth, it was time. i spent a good 2 1/2 hours scrubbing it from top to bottom; i washed the floor mats. i scrubbed the leather, cleaned out the cup holders, and vacuumed every inch of it. i armor-alled, windexed, and dusted. now every time i leave the car i take every single thing inside the van, inside the house with me. it further clutters up the house, but that van, it's mine, and it's spotless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="B" src="http://jhische.com/dailydropcap/B-5-cap.png" title="Daily Drop Cap by Jessica Hische" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ecause i need a space to go and think in my still moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;do you have a space? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sharonjohnsonphotography.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;images courtesy of sharon johnson photography &lt;/span&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/2258614745305782827-3210275370939658631?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3210275370939658631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=3210275370939658631&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3210275370939658631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3210275370939658631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-own-space.html' title='my own space'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZrXl5JxcWw/To34hk53obI/AAAAAAAAMVU/l7kb_jv4_TE/s72-c/emily%2526zoe_+%252810%2529_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-1773181687554340197</id><published>2011-10-06T12:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:36:37.025-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>random thought thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BytKgyVE0oA/To3uOAoYmBI/AAAAAAAAMVQ/8BrcgWhxW2s/s1600/0101_pumpkinsnight_xl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BytKgyVE0oA/To3uOAoYmBI/AAAAAAAAMVQ/8BrcgWhxW2s/s400/0101_pumpkinsnight_xl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i want to try one of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/how-to/celestial-pumpkins#slide_0"&gt;these &lt;/a&gt;pumpkins this year. &lt;br /&gt;time to bust out my drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a hot chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and soup kind of a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i'm thinking &lt;a href="http://www.zupas.com/index.php/2010/02/zuppa-toscana/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the steam from our showers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sets off the only smoke detector in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i've had 3 play date invitations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;from 3 different people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;in the past 3 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;there is a whooping cough outbreak in albuquerque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it makes me SO MAD because there is a vaccine for pertussis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;now the immunosuppressed, elderly, and babies near those kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;will get very sick and probably die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;because of parents who think they know what's best for everybody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and don't get their kids vaccinated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the first computer i ever used&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;was an apple computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i wish i could afford one now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but my iPod will have to suffice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;so long, steve jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;stupid cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;my sister-in-law's brother was&lt;a href="http://mrshoe.org/blog/2011/09/01/i-crashed-my-airplane"&gt; in a plane crash&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;luckily nobody was hurt, but man, so scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;he only owned his plane for 4 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;my other sister-in-law DID have her baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;welcome ivy lynn!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i love baby girl foleys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(i love baby boy foleys too, for the record.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;my neighbor brought over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;collard greens and cornbread last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the cornbread was SO good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;my first taste of collard greens, ever...&lt;br /&gt;and probably my last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are your holiday plans?&lt;br /&gt;i'm anxious to start making plans&lt;br /&gt;and hope the weather doesn't deter them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-1773181687554340197?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1773181687554340197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=1773181687554340197&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1773181687554340197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/1773181687554340197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-thought-thursday.html' title='random thought thursday'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BytKgyVE0oA/To3uOAoYmBI/AAAAAAAAMVQ/8BrcgWhxW2s/s72-c/0101_pumpkinsnight_xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3686610157017956853</id><published>2011-10-05T11:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T11:56:06.011-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5IYbynnSR4/ToyYx7ADgQI/AAAAAAAAMVM/2vPEn_K6cOs/s1600/Alice+Paris+Trip+2011_74.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5IYbynnSR4/ToyYx7ADgQI/AAAAAAAAMVM/2vPEn_K6cOs/s320/Alice+Paris+Trip+2011_74.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;today on our daily walk i had to bundle zoe up in a hat and gloves and blanket to keep warm.&lt;br /&gt;today i put things back on the shelf at the store so that i could stick to my budget. &lt;br /&gt;today i'm wearing socks and this scarf in my house so i don't have to turn on the furnace.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ---------------------------------&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm eating leftover baked potato soup for lunch, and it's delicious.&lt;br /&gt;today i'm playing mario party 8 with noah.&lt;br /&gt;today i'm doing homework with isaac.&lt;br /&gt;today i'm watching my favorite tv shows with dave.&lt;br /&gt;today i'm working.&lt;br /&gt;today i'm wasting time on pinterest.&lt;br /&gt;today i'm hoping my sister-in-law has her baby.&lt;br /&gt;today i talked to emilie.&lt;br /&gt;today i'm changing diapers.&lt;br /&gt;today i'm folding laundry.&lt;br /&gt;today i need a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;today i can't stop looking at &lt;a href="http://beckstromfamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/conference-weekend.html"&gt;lynette's pictures&lt;/a&gt;. she took them. this is her house! it belongs in a catalog.&lt;br /&gt;today i killed a spider outside my door. not as big as the tarantula from last week, but big enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-3686610157017956853?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3686610157017956853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=3686610157017956853&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3686610157017956853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3686610157017956853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/10/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5IYbynnSR4/ToyYx7ADgQI/AAAAAAAAMVM/2vPEn_K6cOs/s72-c/Alice+Paris+Trip+2011_74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-735995586551009831</id><published>2011-10-04T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T11:20:36.473-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eSRYG_PkA/Tos_JAq3qKI/AAAAAAAAMVI/vc41d3UKHIM/s1600/socks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eSRYG_PkA/Tos_JAq3qKI/AAAAAAAAMVI/vc41d3UKHIM/s320/socks.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i bought knee socks like these in gray and black at h&amp;amp;m when i was in paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a rainy day today so i pulled on the gray pair with my whale wellies to take the kids to school and run errands...only one of the socks doesn't fit. it's so tight i can't pull it up over my calf. the other one is just fine, it's stretchy like a normal sock and pulls up with no problem. how in the world did i get two different size socks--one stretchy, and one not--in a package?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better take a quick trip to paris to return them. i want my 4,95 &lt;span class="st"&gt;€ back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;anyone want to come with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-735995586551009831?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/735995586551009831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=735995586551009831&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/735995586551009831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/735995586551009831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-bought-knee-socks-like-these-in-gray.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kf7KpWRYMh0/TojePCfWixI/AAAAAAAAMVE/9jx1LEc0314/s1600/2011-10-02_10-01-35_365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kf7KpWRYMh0/TojePCfWixI/AAAAAAAAMVE/9jx1LEc0314/s640/2011-10-02_10-01-35_365.jpg" width="640" /&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/2258614745305782827-2704844342517828598?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2704844342517828598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=2704844342517828598&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/2704844342517828598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/2704844342517828598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/10/hope-your-sunday-was-as-yummy-as-ours.html' title='hope your sunday was as yummy as ours!'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kf7KpWRYMh0/TojePCfWixI/AAAAAAAAMVE/9jx1LEc0314/s72-c/2011-10-02_10-01-35_365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-8222647479226674733</id><published>2011-09-30T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T00:10:09.836-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoe'/><title type='text'>zoe girl, 19 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V1_KkHLl1pY/ToVVhEuAnrI/AAAAAAAAMU4/DLClkZPbFhU/s1600/VID00538.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V1_KkHLl1pY/ToVVhEuAnrI/AAAAAAAAMU4/DLClkZPbFhU/s640/VID00538.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 pounds&lt;br /&gt;has started having dreams (wakes up confused/scared/sad)&lt;br /&gt;has started putting words together (more juice, where's dad, i want that) &lt;br /&gt;doesn't love nursery&lt;br /&gt;follows me everywhere i go unless we're outside and i need her to follow me. then she goes the opposite direction&lt;br /&gt;loves to swing and slide&lt;br /&gt;eats broccoli like a champ, not much else&lt;br /&gt;loves taking her own clothes off, and does it very often&lt;br /&gt;doesn't like yucky things (almost anything is yucky to her and she freaks out and says "yuck" until you fix it)&lt;br /&gt;colors on every surface of the house with any writing utensil she can find&lt;br /&gt;puts her hands over her mouth when she's excited or worried, and squeals&lt;br /&gt;desperately wants to see the lizards isaac catches, and then freaks out&lt;br /&gt;doesn't like bugs, but wants to see them up close &lt;br /&gt;has hair that is getting completely out of control &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4GfrgEz4MyE/ToVVgsKICxI/AAAAAAAAMU0/w8HbkrmpWdM/s1600/VID00537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4GfrgEz4MyE/ToVVgsKICxI/AAAAAAAAMU0/w8HbkrmpWdM/s640/VID00537.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;worried about a stink bug that crawled on her arm. and the hair in her eyes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;words added to the &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/09/she-says.html"&gt;list&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;bye - she waves and says bye over and over until you can no longer see the person she said bye to&lt;br /&gt;hi &lt;br /&gt;what's this&lt;br /&gt;binky&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;mine&lt;br /&gt;yuck&lt;br /&gt;diaper&lt;br /&gt;truck&lt;/blockquote&gt;this video is so zoe. i love the way she looks around for dave when i say "can you say 'daddy?'" and when the microwave beeps. she's just a funny nineteen-month-old kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bs6OR1dG03o?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-8222647479226674733?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8222647479226674733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=8222647479226674733&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8222647479226674733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/8222647479226674733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/09/zoe-girl-19-months.html' title='zoe girl, 19 months'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V1_KkHLl1pY/ToVVhEuAnrI/AAAAAAAAMU4/DLClkZPbFhU/s72-c/VID00538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3122990239359115916</id><published>2011-09-29T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T00:00:06.248-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>random thought thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXtmeBfKbBQ/ToPUzo8xxyI/AAAAAAAAMUY/TVuRLD-LQ9E/s1600/fall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXtmeBfKbBQ/ToPUzo8xxyI/AAAAAAAAMUY/TVuRLD-LQ9E/s400/fall.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uca17ht0ZpU/ToPU35UA2tI/AAAAAAAAMUg/lfucUu2T8vo/s1600/wildflowers.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uca17ht0ZpU/ToPU35UA2tI/AAAAAAAAMUg/lfucUu2T8vo/s400/wildflowers.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FYVbPvDv-7Q/ToPU0pXx0WI/AAAAAAAAMUc/KI0m3TzyXVI/s1600/utah.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FYVbPvDv-7Q/ToPU0pXx0WI/AAAAAAAAMUc/KI0m3TzyXVI/s400/utah.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;autumn wins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;check out my &lt;a href="http://larsonsrgreat.blogspot.com/"&gt;dad's posts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;from a few recent hikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i never knew utah was THIS beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emilie sent me a christmas present yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Scotch-Thermal-Laminator-Inches-TL901/dp/B0010JEJPC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1317262699&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;new laminator.&lt;br /&gt;i feel a new obsession coming on.&lt;br /&gt;strongly.&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prayers are answered, friends.&lt;br /&gt;i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're not going to make it&lt;br /&gt;to the balloon fiesta this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could slap somebody's face.&lt;br /&gt;nobody in particular...&lt;br /&gt;anybody will do.&lt;br /&gt;i've never done it and it seems so refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friend is moving&lt;br /&gt;and she is devastated about it.&lt;br /&gt;if you have a minute,&lt;br /&gt;go &lt;a href="http://shoeobsessedone.blogspot.com/2011/09/40-good-things-about-my-40th-and.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;and leave her a comment&lt;br /&gt;about something you love about utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought for a minute the other day&lt;br /&gt;that i might want another baby.&lt;br /&gt;and then i thought about how much fun zoe is right now.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to enjoy every second of this little girl.&lt;br /&gt;so no, don't ask me if i'm pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of,&lt;br /&gt;i thought of a good one for the next time somebody asks me if i'm pregnant:&lt;br /&gt;"so when are you due?"&lt;br /&gt;"i'm not pregnant. when are you having plastic surgery to fix your face?"&lt;br /&gt;that'll get 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger's new dashboard interface is really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;my "&lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/09/pretense-of-autumn.html"&gt;pretense of autumn&lt;/a&gt;" post got 230 page views,&lt;br /&gt;while most other posts average between 15 and 50 views.&lt;br /&gt;who are all of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;design mom posted this week about&lt;br /&gt;how your home is a true reflection of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;maybe some day, but please, don't let this home define who i am.&lt;br /&gt;horrible, mismatched, cluttery, dirty, ugly...&lt;br /&gt;wait. maybe it's true after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2258614745305782827-3122990239359115916?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3122990239359115916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=3122990239359115916&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3122990239359115916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3122990239359115916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-thought-thursday_29.html' title='random thought thursday'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXtmeBfKbBQ/ToPUzo8xxyI/AAAAAAAAMUY/TVuRLD-LQ9E/s72-c/fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258614745305782827.post-3808347949163028931</id><published>2011-09-28T13:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T19:14:14.582-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little known fact'/><title type='text'>little known fact: mosque</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm sharing some things about my new home to help you all get to know it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;today's little known fact?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;gallup has a thriving muslim community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XA9jkq8ahwI/ToN7njT4IjI/AAAAAAAAMUU/RQzaPII5dCQ/s1600/gallupmosque.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XA9jkq8ahwI/ToN7njT4IjI/AAAAAAAAMUU/RQzaPII5dCQ/s320/gallupmosque.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(a bad picture of the gallup mosque on route 66)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i first noticed the women dropping their children off at isaac's school. i was intrigued--you don't see many muslims in utah. they all speak arabic, from what i can gather, and sit together while we're all waiting for our kids to get out of school. they all seem to know each other. from what i've noticed they also appear to be very well off. most of them live right around isaac's school, which is probably the most affluent area of gallup. all of them drive fancy suv's (escalades, yukons, etc.). what i love about these women is their fashion sense. they all wear the head scarfs, but along with that almost all of them also wear fancy high heels, tight jeans, sequined shirts, designer purses and sunglasses, and lots of jewelry...but always sequins. either their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st" style="color: black;"&gt;ḥijāb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, shoes, or shirt has sequins almost every day. they also always seem so happy. they pick up each other's kids, they talk and laugh and share snacks...and i want so badly to be their friend but i don't know how to weasel my way in. zoe is a good start because they always comment on her blonde hair and blue eyes, and share their snacks with her. but every time i've tried to initiate a conversation it doesn't last long. not that they aren't friendly, they are, but it seems like they prefer to speak arabic. i went to a purse party with my neighbors a few weeks ago and it was in a house right on the golf course. there were sayings up on the wall like in every house you go in these days, only the writing was arabic. the women there didn't have head scarfs but did appear to be middle eastern, so i think the muslim community is even bigger than i thought before. isaac has a friend on his soccer team named khalid moustafa! it's just so...cool. i think the diversity here is so interesting, and so good for my kids. they don't even notice it, which i think is great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i hope this post doesn't seem weird...i'm not ignorant but i don't really know much about the muslim religion and it's been fascinating to observe this small but thriving community in my new home town. you can see a bit more about it on &lt;a href="http://www.taosplaza.com/New-Mexico/navajos-a-palestinians-intertwine-in-gallup-video-1.html"&gt;this vide&lt;/a&gt;o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;for more little known facts, click &lt;a href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/search?q=little+known+fact"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2258614745305782827-3808347949163028931?l=emilyssomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3808347949163028931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258614745305782827&amp;postID=3808347949163028931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3808347949163028931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258614745305782827/posts/default/3808347949163028931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-known-fact-mosque.html' title='little known fact: mosque'/><author><name>Emily Foley</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115016926649331501271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bd5xTtgub5g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMHI/YEmYhDVkeyo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XA9jkq8ahwI/ToN7njT4IjI/AAAAAAAAMUU/RQzaPII5dCQ/s72-c/gallupmosque.jpg' height='72' 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