<?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-21601280</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:47:08.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes of Yolanda</title><subtitle type='html'>Shoes of Yolanda</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-3623096172741309880</id><published>2011-06-19T16:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T16:38:40.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ragnar: Wasatch Back 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9H4yhkmujyU/Tf55NZzfKlI/AAAAAAAABAs/DsaLkiez9QQ/s1600/IMG_3879.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9H4yhkmujyU/Tf55NZzfKlI/AAAAAAAABAs/DsaLkiez9QQ/s320/IMG_3879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620062656177056338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time running our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;second Ragnar Relay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We were able to run in the same van as my sister and hubby, plus two amazing women who turned into fast friends :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was runner #5, which had a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;7.9 mile run,a 4.2 mile run,and a 3.5 mile run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( per my Garmin! ) More details to come! Right now, I'm still REALLY sleep deprived, even after sleeping for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;16 HOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last night (LOVE having older kiddos!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best pace: 7:45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall pace: 9:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-3623096172741309880?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3623096172741309880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=3623096172741309880' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3623096172741309880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3623096172741309880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/ragnar-wasatch-back-2011.html' title='Ragnar: Wasatch Back 2011'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9H4yhkmujyU/Tf55NZzfKlI/AAAAAAAABAs/DsaLkiez9QQ/s72-c/IMG_3879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-6743286290600661206</id><published>2010-10-31T16:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:52:26.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished Business...At last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TM3tpMA01LI/AAAAAAAAA_I/5t2wfCnf_bo/s1600/photo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TM3tpMA01LI/AAAAAAAAA_I/5t2wfCnf_bo/s320/photo-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534340808963314866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were able to do the temple work for  my brother, Dan, at the Salt Lake Temple. His headstone was also finally put in this past week. It was a beautiful experience. So grateful for the gospel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-6743286290600661206?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6743286290600661206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=6743286290600661206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/6743286290600661206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/6743286290600661206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2010/10/finished-businessat-last.html' title='Finished Business...At last'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TM3tpMA01LI/AAAAAAAAA_I/5t2wfCnf_bo/s72-c/photo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-4662184180950140723</id><published>2010-10-25T09:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:36:27.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TMWjisip01I/AAAAAAAAA-4/1gkEb_yiE-Q/s1600/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TMWjisip01I/AAAAAAAAA-4/1gkEb_yiE-Q/s320/DSC00255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532007533761909586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ran my last run...in a sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the 1st anniversary of my brother's death...and the last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past year, I have run for him. To feel closer to him. To validate my feelings to him. To somehow try and connect with his spirit. To make up for all the runs I will not be able to take with him in this earthly life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I ran my last run for him...Tomorrow, I start running for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise to myself that this would be the only year I would "memorialize" my brother's passing. That I would not go year to year remembering one of the most agonizing days of my life. I have too many fond memories and cherished moments that I would rather recall, and "memorialize" than the day a part of me was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I remember this day? Always. Will it stir emotions in my heart and soul? Always. Does it define my brother? Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I give myself this one anniversary. I give myself this last morning run for my brother. Now I run for me, my soul, my husband, my children, and my testimony that I will someday run with my brother again, without any constraints of mortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Dan, and the runs we will share...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-4662184180950140723?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4662184180950140723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=4662184180950140723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4662184180950140723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4662184180950140723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-last-run.html' title='My Last Run'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TMWjisip01I/AAAAAAAAA-4/1gkEb_yiE-Q/s72-c/DSC00255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-5821012319516359181</id><published>2010-09-10T07:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T08:28:13.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TIo_VhRw8WI/AAAAAAAAA-o/cj62Jxc81Gw/s1600/dan35.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e)  {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TIo-nnhXGSI/AAAAAAAAA-g/y9sZT5i3pIA/s1600/dan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TIo-nnhXGSI/AAAAAAAAA-g/y9sZT5i3pIA/s320/dan1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515289544013322530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  weekend (9/12) is my brother's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had more  anxiety, sleepless nights, tears, and roller-coaster emotions for this  date than any other date or holiday since his passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is  so different than it use to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to relish Dan's birthday.  We had such an idiosyncratic relationship, that it was almost as if our  personalities showed the female and male version? We are sarcastic,  brutally honest, and highly emotional, and tend to use very "colorful"  words in our speech. (hehehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan's birthday was my day to try  and find the most unique way of telling my brother how much I loved him.  This was hard, due to the fact he did the same for me! One year, he got  me a French Book of Mormon, and wrote a beautiful message in the front  page entirely in French with "Ton frere" (your brother) signed at the  bottom. It would be hand-written letters that would arrive in my mailbox  with cherished wishes and thoughts from his heart. The past few years  though, he would take the time to personally/literally see that my  birthday was complete. Dan is a major chef--not a "tinker in the  kitchen" kind, but truly a cook that picks the HARDEST recipes and makes  beautiful creations. One of these creations? The "Banana Colada Pie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No  matter where he was, or what he was doing, he made sure that I was  given one of these exquisite pies every year for my birthday. We are  taking cream custard, butter crusts, bananas, pecans, drizzled  chocolate, and I'm sure a million steps to making this heavenly  masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year. For me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see what I had to  "out-do" each year, which, let's face it, anything compared to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that pie&lt;/span&gt; will ALWAYS fall short! I  tried, though. One year it was a concert. The year of 9/11 it was a  donation to the firemen and their families. Another year it was a unique  pocket watch. Last year it was dog tags with a picture of him and his  canine best friend etched into the plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  tears? The place that is vacant? The runs I long to go on with him? The  yearning for his rich voice on the other end of the phone? The secret  glances we'd share when we would be thinking the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;" i carry your heart with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(i carry it in my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i  am never without  it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is  done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;by only me  is your doing,my darling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i fear no fate(for you  are my fate,my  sweet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i want no world(for beautiful you are my  world,my true)and it's  you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and  whatever a sun will  always sing is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;here is the deepest  secret nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(here  is the root of the root and the bud of the  bud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and the sky of the  sky of a tree called life;which grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;higher  than the soul can hope  or mind can hide)and this is the wonder  that's keeping the stars  apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i carry your heart(i carry it in  my heart)"  -E.E. Cumings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TIo_VhRw8WI/AAAAAAAAA-o/cj62Jxc81Gw/s1600/dan35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TIo_VhRw8WI/AAAAAAAAA-o/cj62Jxc81Gw/s320/dan35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515290332611277154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, for your birthday, I carry your  heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt; Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-5821012319516359181?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5821012319516359181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=5821012319516359181' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5821012319516359181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5821012319516359181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2010/09/912.html' title='9/12'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TIo-nnhXGSI/AAAAAAAAA-g/y9sZT5i3pIA/s72-c/dan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-3729004243345603686</id><published>2010-06-15T17:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T17:34:34.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Project : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TBgN9VZnDYI/AAAAAAAAA8I/tZLsJJEirjI/s1600/HealthyMomButton.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TBgN9VZnDYI/AAAAAAAAA8I/tZLsJJEirjI/s320/HealthyMomButton.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483147893691321730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new summertime project! I have the honor of getting to be a contributor on the site, and helping get the word out that you can have healthy YUMMY meals for the ENTIRE family!! Come see what all my excitement is about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://healthymomskitchen.com/"&gt;HealthyMomsKitchen.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-3729004243345603686?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3729004243345603686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=3729004243345603686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3729004243345603686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3729004243345603686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-new-project.html' title='My New Project : )'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TBgN9VZnDYI/AAAAAAAAA8I/tZLsJJEirjI/s72-c/HealthyMomButton.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-7603190150116802423</id><published>2010-06-01T10:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:25:11.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache4.asset-cache.net/xc/200331356-001.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=910C62E22B9F47AAC45FE466362B97D1BCA794EA4E4EB2C85E34438D1A85BE6800123AA3B5A18ED0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 477px;" src="http://cache4.asset-cache.net/xc/200331356-001.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=910C62E22B9F47AAC45FE466362B97D1BCA794EA4E4EB2C85E34438D1A85BE6800123AA3B5A18ED0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Run with me, my brother&lt;br /&gt;This morning, you and I.&lt;br /&gt;As we reach the brilliant peak ahead,&lt;br /&gt;Side by side, you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run with me, my brother&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you near.&lt;br /&gt;To know you are there beside me&lt;br /&gt;Cresting over each new hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run with me, my brother&lt;br /&gt;You were not here today.&lt;br /&gt;The wind chilled me as I ran,&lt;br /&gt;And I struggled to run the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run with me, my brother&lt;br /&gt;What trails do you run now?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you run so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;And leave no compass to show me how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run with me, my brother&lt;br /&gt;Fill my soul with strength and peace.&lt;br /&gt;Run with me, my brother&lt;br /&gt;For my love will never cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run with me, my brother&lt;br /&gt;Here upon the earthly ground.&lt;br /&gt;Run with me, my brother&lt;br /&gt;Not beyond, in Heaven’s round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run with me, my brother&lt;br /&gt;Where I can run with you.&lt;br /&gt;Run with me, my brother&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun will shine anew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LPB 5/31/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-7603190150116802423?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7603190150116802423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=7603190150116802423' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/7603190150116802423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/7603190150116802423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-day-1.html' title='Memorial Day #1'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-7867681418776046095</id><published>2010-03-30T08:01:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T08:23:06.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Plum Fairy in the making...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IHiJvHHfI/AAAAAAAAA7E/eT5u3B30QcQ/s1600/IMG_0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IHiJvHHfI/AAAAAAAAA7E/eT5u3B30QcQ/s320/IMG_0609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454430382009556466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's official! We now have a Prima ballerina in the making! Ella was  able to get fitted in her pointe shoes this past weekend. What a fun  experience to watch! Brought back memories of my own experiences in  ballet. She just beamed the entire time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to try on a few pairs before she and her instructor, Melissa (LOVE her!) found one that fit her feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IHRylyS9I/AAAAAAAAA68/jk34Gkyfl1A/s1600/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IHRylyS9I/AAAAAAAAA68/jk34Gkyfl1A/s320/IMG_0612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454430100918520786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IHF1HJqwI/AAAAAAAAA60/i0MsejRQ9pE/s1600/IMG_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IHF1HJqwI/AAAAAAAAA60/i0MsejRQ9pE/s320/IMG_0604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454429895436905218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotta have those toe pads!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IG2whyMyI/AAAAAAAAA6s/h65vHgQY14o/s1600/IMG_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IG2whyMyI/AAAAAAAAA6s/h65vHgQY14o/s320/IMG_0610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454429636508398370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pre-releve....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IGqqe3DdI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Mq99wgOGn-Y/s1600/IMG_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IGqqe3DdI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Mq99wgOGn-Y/s320/IMG_0618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454429428727090642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melissa is the BEST instructor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IGhB2Rl7I/AAAAAAAAA6c/ujawu2xl2Q8/s1600/IMG_0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IGhB2Rl7I/AAAAAAAAA6c/ujawu2xl2Q8/s320/IMG_0620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454429263200622514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;En sousou!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IGVRo6ztI/AAAAAAAAA6U/kJjPhUvpWAM/s1600/IMG_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IGVRo6ztI/AAAAAAAAA6U/kJjPhUvpWAM/s320/IMG_0621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454429061281140434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Full ensemble at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IGM5QRigI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Z0aA5Ujeilg/s1600/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IGM5QRigI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Z0aA5Ujeilg/s320/IMG_0622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454428917296368130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just needs ribbons....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IGBONAJyI/AAAAAAAAA6E/KkUNS_s4I58/s1600/IMG_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IGBONAJyI/AAAAAAAAA6E/KkUNS_s4I58/s320/IMG_0626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454428716761360162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sewing on her ribbons and elastic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IF367ZYlI/AAAAAAAAA58/GwCmp9At6o0/s1600/IMG_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IF367ZYlI/AAAAAAAAA58/GwCmp9At6o0/s320/IMG_0629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454428556968419922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IFtFZHZLI/AAAAAAAAA50/-1IszqunFU8/s1600/IMG_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IFtFZHZLI/AAAAAAAAA50/-1IszqunFU8/s320/IMG_0632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454428370798863538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost done....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IFj7cgHVI/AAAAAAAAA5s/at1UHUJ1Jkg/s1600/IMG_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IFj7cgHVI/AAAAAAAAA5s/at1UHUJ1Jkg/s320/IMG_0634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454428213509889362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ta-da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IFcW6rIoI/AAAAAAAAA5k/r5Ox1YJAJio/s1600/IMG_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IFcW6rIoI/AAAAAAAAA5k/r5Ox1YJAJio/s320/IMG_0637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454428083445244546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Attitude....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IFVfbMjLI/AAAAAAAAA5c/DrFiKktpHw0/s1600/IMG_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IFVfbMjLI/AAAAAAAAA5c/DrFiKktpHw0/s320/IMG_0644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454427965470051506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IFHEF9diI/AAAAAAAAA5U/sR9owxAFTOY/s1600/IMG_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IFHEF9diI/AAAAAAAAA5U/sR9owxAFTOY/s320/IMG_0638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454427717615056418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Contentment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IE_nsKWfI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Qhoge3ZpVFM/s1600/IMG_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IE_nsKWfI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Qhoge3ZpVFM/s320/IMG_0640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454427589731572210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strolling down memory lane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IE2Mu7_YI/AAAAAAAAA5E/bVeAt8rbJ9w/s1600/IMG_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IE2Mu7_YI/AAAAAAAAA5E/bVeAt8rbJ9w/s320/IMG_0641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454427427876633986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nutcracker, here we come!! But for now...our summer recital will bring Ella as the season of Winter...in her first "real" tutu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-7867681418776046095?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7867681418776046095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=7867681418776046095' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/7867681418776046095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/7867681418776046095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2010/03/sugar-plum-fairy-in-making.html' title='Sugar Plum Fairy in the making...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S7IHiJvHHfI/AAAAAAAAA7E/eT5u3B30QcQ/s72-c/IMG_0609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-2750858368730617512</id><published>2010-03-13T21:30:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:50:33.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running with Rex down the Rabbit Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;We had a great "Rex Lee Run" pre-snow : ) This was despite the fact that our GPS monitors mapped it at only a 5.6 mile run?! Wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;nder how many years it should have really been called the "Rex Lee 9K?!" (At least it is honoring the man over the Law School, and not the Math/Cartography department?!) We were even interviewed at the race by a BYU group (yup, we're famous! LOL) Even though my "stellar" pace (that is a 9K that is promoted as a 10K making my pace outstounding!!) Andy still ran by my side, despite his urge to sprint the whole thing! I had a good cry at the end in honor of my mom (who is amazing!&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;) We ended the day tumbling down a rabbit hole with the family at the movies, followed by a great meal! Total bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture best describing our relationship...Andy is always making me laugh!! We goof around so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 face="verdana" style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xphaI3mOI/AAAAAAAAA48/lL6CLIu51GY/s1600-h/IMG_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xphaI3mOI/AAAAAAAAA48/lL6CLIu51GY/s320/IMG_0543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448345671884576994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Ready...set....GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xpbLRXgPI/AAAAAAAAA40/0ezFiTT8v_8/s1600-h/IMG_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xpbLRXgPI/AAAAAAAAA40/0ezFiTT8v_8/s320/IMG_0545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448345564814475506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah...these guys saw the first photo interaction, and knew we needed to be famous...LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xpTgyA5qI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Qz7EoGDJx1c/s1600-h/IMG_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xpTgyA5qI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Qz7EoGDJx1c/s320/IMG_0546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448345433149597346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one's for you, Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xpNp7eKKI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Hch2yAEo2eU/s1600-h/IMG_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xpNp7eKKI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Hch2yAEo2eU/s320/IMG_0547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448345332525967522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andy loves Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xpG5JX24I/AAAAAAAAA4c/7fIkf2v7D8Q/s1600-h/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xpG5JX24I/AAAAAAAAA4c/7fIkf2v7D8Q/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448345216351722370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carolyn C. Pulley is a SURVIVOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xpBMpjHGI/AAAAAAAAA4U/IBAzaMRsxRw/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xpBMpjHGI/AAAAAAAAA4U/IBAzaMRsxRw/s320/IMG_0550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448345118507736162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Post run...Post cry...Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xo6NW7suI/AAAAAAAAA4M/AUgthnzZC0I/s1600-h/IMG_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xo6NW7suI/AAAAAAAAA4M/AUgthnzZC0I/s320/IMG_0552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448344998439006946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kids loved Alice in Wonderland...Ella even wore her hat for the occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xoz5mi35I/AAAAAAAAA4E/yiYEVal2zt0/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xoz5mi35I/AAAAAAAAA4E/yiYEVal2zt0/s320/IMG_0553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448344890056564626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOVE this picture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xojuRBbII/AAAAAAAAA38/I2OHIYswM8M/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xojuRBbII/AAAAAAAAA38/I2OHIYswM8M/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448344612135595138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a GREAT day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-2750858368730617512?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2750858368730617512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=2750858368730617512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2750858368730617512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2750858368730617512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2010/03/running-with-rex-down-rabbit-hole.html' title='Running with Rex down the Rabbit Hole'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S5xphaI3mOI/AAAAAAAAA48/lL6CLIu51GY/s72-c/IMG_0543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-738270929713613442</id><published>2010-03-01T18:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:02:44.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah....Noelle Pikus Pace and I are Tight!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S4xxr-SWL3I/AAAAAAAAA30/45NxL6IKB9o/s1600-h/IMG_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S4xxr-SWL3I/AAAAAAAAA30/45NxL6IKB9o/s320/IMG_0511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443851049852350322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to go to Noelle Pikus Pace's "Welcome Home" reception! It was amazing, inspiring, emotional, and wonderful! She was so surprised, and was really touched. I've worked with her on a Stake level a couple of years ago with a Youth Conference, and she is such a positive, and fun person! I respect and admire her so much, she truly does it all--athlete, mom, wife, sister, friend, church, community--oh--and a little thing called an OLYMPIAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right here in good ol' Eagle Mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....We are "tight!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-738270929713613442?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/738270929713613442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=738270929713613442' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/738270929713613442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/738270929713613442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeahnoelle-pikus-pace-and-i-are-tight.html' title='Yeah....Noelle Pikus Pace and I are Tight!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/S4xxr-SWL3I/AAAAAAAAA30/45NxL6IKB9o/s72-c/IMG_0511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-5301514128356774266</id><published>2010-02-04T07:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:06:01.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Balance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yourfitnessguru.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/running2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://yourfitnessguru.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/running2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is balance? Apparently, I don't have it...and I'm not talking about the ability to walk a tight-rope! (Although lately I feel that is exactly what I'm trying to do!) I mean balancing your life so it is harmonious with all you want to "stuff" into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Stake Trek, work, 5000moms, the Utah Shrink-a-thon, mommy duties, hubby, and taking on the Ragnar training for my run in June, I feel like I am "hit or miss" on many items on my plate. Even though I feel that are all worthwhile, I still feel unbalanced, and messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend wrote an article on "Quiet Time" a while ago. I read it back then and thought, " Great idea!" Did I do it? Nope. Do I need to do it? Yup. Yup. Yup! (You can read her article &lt;a href="http://www.5000moms.com/Soul/?page_id=58"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) I think a lot of this "unbalance" stems from the loss I feel of my brother...I think I'm trying to stay so immensely busy, that I don't have time to think about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to try and dedicate my runs to being my "Quiet Time," as I try and find the balance to all those things I need/want to do. I need to prioritize, which I believe is my problem, in that I think of many things as equally important?! If I start with my own soul, then it should speak to me as to the order in which I put things....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-5301514128356774266?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5301514128356774266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=5301514128356774266' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5301514128356774266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5301514128356774266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-balance.html' title='What is Balance?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-130434233917027778</id><published>2010-01-20T21:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:16:10.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My LIfe and Threes</title><content type='html'>This afternoon my grandfather passed away. The cowboy. The rugged wrangler. Such a combination of tough, bitter, sweet and a few "swears!" I will miss him and his presence, and my heart goes out to my mom, and grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about me and threes? I had to stop having babies at three, I utilize groups of threes in my home decor, my wedding ring utilizes three center stones, three is the minimum number of things I am do at a time, I am planning on running in three races this year, I often eat three apples a day, I have three siblings, I have three people I tell most everything to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is symbolism in art and history and religion with threes. These are three of my favorite subjects, especially the threes in art. It is just strange how threes are so prevalently manifesting themselves in my life, most currently the deaths of my brother in law, brother, and now, grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have stuck with #1?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-130434233917027778?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/130434233917027778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=130434233917027778' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/130434233917027778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/130434233917027778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-life-and-threes.html' title='My LIfe and Threes'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-203635703655561653</id><published>2010-01-14T17:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:08:27.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're good enough....you're smart enough....and doggon-it people like you!</title><content type='html'>Will this help?&lt;br /&gt;I am running in the &lt;a href="http://ragnarrelay.com"&gt;Ragnar Relay Race&lt;/a&gt; this June!!! 187.9 miles run by a group of 6-12 people within 24 hours! I'm so excited I could throw up?!!&lt;br /&gt;I think this will help me greatly with the death of my younger brother in October. He was an AVID runner/trailrunner/leave me in the dust athlete!&lt;br /&gt;Unless you write down your goal, it's just a wish...right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("you're good enough, you're smart enough, and doggon-it people like you..." )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-203635703655561653?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/203635703655561653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=203635703655561653' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/203635703655561653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/203635703655561653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-good-enoughyoure-smart-enoughand.html' title='You&apos;re good enough....you&apos;re smart enough....and doggon-it people like you!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-2210525494996576239</id><published>2010-01-13T07:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:04:31.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Favorite Destination....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hopefullymormon.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Hopefully Mormon"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite so far? "Orrin Porter Rockwell...The guilty pleasure of my Mormon Faith"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-2210525494996576239?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2210525494996576239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=2210525494996576239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2210525494996576239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2210525494996576239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-favorite-destination.html' title='A New Favorite Destination....'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-6018316547723032861</id><published>2010-01-08T07:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:09:33.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walls have Ears...</title><content type='html'>With New Year resolutions happening, especially where body image is concerned, I thought this article was great at making sure we aren't sending a negative signal to our daughters...as well as ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.momlogic.com/2010/01/mom_am_I_fat_jess_weiner_diet_teens_body_image.php?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed:%20Momlogic%20%28MomLogic%29"&gt;"Mom, Am I Fat?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful how you address yourself...The walls have ears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-6018316547723032861?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6018316547723032861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=6018316547723032861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/6018316547723032861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/6018316547723032861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/walls-have-ears.html' title='The Walls have Ears...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-2485473924697983925</id><published>2010-01-06T16:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:28:47.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The incredible shrinking woman...it could be you!</title><content type='html'>This is what I've been up to....being interviewed (and finding out about this video/interview &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right before&lt;/span&gt; it happens!) Come and "shrink" with me....it's going to be INCREDIBLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utah Shrink-a-thon/ Daily Herald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="player_swf" id="player_swf" flashvars="auto_play=false&amp;amp;token=6bafeb2c55215f78a3efb22e3a6b4b96" src="http://cdn-akm.vmixcore.com/player/4.0.3/player.swf" height="263" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-2485473924697983925?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2485473924697983925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=2485473924697983925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2485473924697983925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2485473924697983925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/incredible-shrinking-womanit-could-be.html' title='The incredible shrinking woman...it could be you!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-3163048619601790368</id><published>2010-01-01T10:46:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:10:51.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gwen Stefani to Colada Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sz5ipvPIthI/AAAAAAAAA3c/YyevtNRPnsg/s1600-h/P1010606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sz5ipvPIthI/AAAAAAAAA3c/YyevtNRPnsg/s320/P1010606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421879470594766354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a wonderful birthday! 29 for the 11th time was simply charming! It began with honeyed toast and clementine oranges in bed. This was followed by opening my gift---a new alarm clock with TWO alarms (for those of us who need to be "gently" awakened) AND a place for my iphone to charge, and SPEAKERS to play my songs on! RAD RAD RAD gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then hastily left my family, and went with my sister to a wonderful lunch at the Cheesecake Factory, where I had this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1302/1322286472_08a1dad962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1302/1322286472_08a1dad962.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is their "Bang Bang Chicken and Shrimp" in a delightful, slightly spicy, curry and coconut dish. I had mine over just the veggies (no rice), as I was saving all my "carbs" for what REALLY mattered, which was this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tiffanyjohnsonphotography.com/images/menu_Cheesecake_WhiteChocolateRaspberryTruffle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.tiffanyjohnsonphotography.com/images/menu_Cheesecake_WhiteChocolateRaspberryTruffle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say "White Chocolate Raspberry?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were so full (every part of my body felt bloated) we decided to go "burn" off the calories with a rigorous workout---SHOE SHOPPING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more beautiful than the shoe department at Nordstroms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lucky for us, there were SALES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I perused the department, looking for "that" shoe that I didn't need, I saw the display...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I saw:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sz46-95-bcI/AAAAAAAAA3M/WmE7AkEW3no/s1600-h/1050975-p-DETAILED-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sz46-95-bcI/AAAAAAAAA3M/WmE7AkEW3no/s400/1050975-p-DETAILED-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421835854844685762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen Stefani...L.A.M.B...shiver...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I shouldn't....I knew I should just walk away...I knew no good would come of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I tried on a pair, anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would not believe the justifying that went on in my head...justifying a car payment for these shoes (that would go with ANY outfit short of pajamas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They felt like buddah on my feet...I could walk miles in them...and look OH SOOOO GOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put them on hold.....and RAN!!! (Sorry to the cute salesman who probably thought I just paid for half of his commission check!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT....I did buy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.heels.com/images/shoes/main_view/thumbnail/ZDV009_MAINTHUMB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://static.heels.com/images/shoes/main_view/thumbnail/ZDV009_MAINTHUMB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zappos.com/images/759/7590013/6901-1022485-t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 102px;" src="http://www.zappos.com/images/759/7590013/6901-1022485-t.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exhausting ourselves, and deciding that there are NO true knee length denim skirts for sale despite the fact that we are in Utah, we headed home (and don't say "Down East Outfitters," because if you are not short in stature, and have any height, these don't work unless you wear them on your hips!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home to find a happy family that had been sledding. MIA were my husband, and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, they walked in...With a birthday cake signed with "Happy Birthday, #29??"&lt;br /&gt;and a quart of MOCHA MUDSLIDE icecream!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sz5i8m7zJrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/4QvZrI-SDRs/s1600-h/P1010611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sz5i8m7zJrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/4QvZrI-SDRs/s320/P1010611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421879794783692466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people say, "Oh, your must have SOME PARTY on your birthday?!" or "The world celebrates your birthday!" Don't even get me started on the psychological effects of being a child with a post-Christmas December birthday! And if the world was truly celebrating my birthday, wouldn't I get a lot more gifts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 2009 was TOO eventful, I wanted calmness and stillness for my birthday evening. So we ended up watching "Minority Report" as a family (totally random). Nothing beats cuddling under quilts, a big screen tv, surround sound, and a movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the evening wind-down happened, my sister stopped by. In her hand was a pie plate. I knew what she had even before looking down at it. Colada Pie...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sz5g6xYSyJI/AAAAAAAAA3U/fEr7eBu9Vv4/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sz5g6xYSyJI/AAAAAAAAA3U/fEr7eBu9Vv4/s200/IMG_0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421877564204566674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is no regular pie. This is a pie that takes time, meticulous efforts, and dedication to make. Cream, butter, sugar, banana, more dense cream, pecans, toasted coconut with chocolate (milk and dark) drizzled all over, on a thick and flaky pie crust. This was the pie I would request from my brother to make for me each year, in lieu of a birthday cake. I was holding the treat I looked forward to more than any gift each year, and the person who gave it was no longer here. "Dan would want you to have this" my sister said. We hugged and wept. Although I'm sure it tastes divine, I cannot bring myself to eat any...My brother's big, powerful, masculine hands, that could work magic with any culinary delights...now missing from the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly eager for the new year! I look towards happiness, health, peace and prosperity. I am grateful for all that I have. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sz5jbkwRkjI/AAAAAAAAA3s/w7kNDVzK2EI/s1600-h/P1010608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sz5jbkwRkjI/AAAAAAAAA3s/w7kNDVzK2EI/s320/P1010608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421880326774428210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am grateful for everything from Gwen Stefani to Colada Pie...but especially all the stuff in between!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-3163048619601790368?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3163048619601790368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=3163048619601790368' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3163048619601790368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3163048619601790368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/gwen-stefani-to-colada-pie.html' title='Gwen Stefani to Colada Pie'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sz5ipvPIthI/AAAAAAAAA3c/YyevtNRPnsg/s72-c/P1010606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-3085670085971338353</id><published>2009-12-12T10:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:36:13.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.valeria-blue-rain.com/cards/wide_cards/circles_of_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 293px;" src="http://www.valeria-blue-rain.com/cards/wide_cards/circles_of_life.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago, I was put into the Young Women organization of my Provo ward. I served there as 1st Counselor, and later, President for a space of 4 years. What a marvelous space of time!! I had the BEST young women!! Each one with different views, talents, laughs, strengths, trials and dispositions. It was one of the greatest experiences of my life, and I was personally blessed on so many levels by these amazing young women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.....ten years later....we are reuniting! At the end of the month, we are having a "Laurel Reunion!" Some are working, traveling, going to school, mommies, becoming 1st time mommies, wives, aunts...basically taking on the world before them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have indeed come full circle. Instead of Sis B, I am now, Laura. Instead of a leadership role, it is now a sisterhood and friendship. I look at these young women and feel a depth of love and pride, almost maternal, but not quite. It's something indescribable, but so joyful to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circles of life...beautiful to behold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-3085670085971338353?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3085670085971338353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=3085670085971338353' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3085670085971338353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3085670085971338353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/12/full-circle.html' title='Full Circle'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-4132559259379850125</id><published>2009-12-07T16:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:38:27.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sx2RZ102_XI/AAAAAAAAA28/zufccr8TdDM/s1600-h/Save+the+date_Lar%28ol%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sx2RZ102_XI/AAAAAAAAA28/zufccr8TdDM/s400/Save+the+date_Lar%28ol%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412642200300748146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is!! I am so excited!! Please put this on your calendars and get ready for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SKINNIER, HEALTHIER, HAPPIER 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I will be directing a group in Eagle Mountain, and would love to have you be a part of changing your body and lifestyle while helping a wonderful cause! Contact me if you are interested! (See above details)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-4132559259379850125?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4132559259379850125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=4132559259379850125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4132559259379850125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4132559259379850125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/12/big.html' title='BIG!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sx2RZ102_XI/AAAAAAAAA28/zufccr8TdDM/s72-c/Save+the+date_Lar%28ol%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-2568000425911143621</id><published>2009-12-07T08:13:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:36:33.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give BIG, Lose BIG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sx0g-d4GVJI/AAAAAAAAA20/ASpoKqxonBg/s1600-h/lose%2Bweight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sx0g-d4GVJI/AAAAAAAAA20/ASpoKqxonBg/s400/lose%2Bweight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412518584713106578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big news! I have hooked up with the &lt;a href="http://roseeducation.org/"&gt;Rose Education Foundation&lt;/a&gt; (a charity that gives support to schools in Guatemala) and am doing a fundraiser where not only can money be raised for this worthy cause....BUT......You will become SKINNY and HEALTHIER as you participate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting more soon.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ps. This is NOT a "take a magic pill...eat only 500 calories a day....lose 40 pounds in two days" program. This is a program of healthy eating and lifestyle, that you can live on permanently...who's ready to take that step towards a healthier, happier, SKINNIER you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-2568000425911143621?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2568000425911143621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=2568000425911143621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2568000425911143621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2568000425911143621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/12/give-big-lose-big.html' title='Give BIG, Lose BIG'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sx0g-d4GVJI/AAAAAAAAA20/ASpoKqxonBg/s72-c/lose%2Bweight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-3314139426034090724</id><published>2009-11-10T17:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:20:11.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dress called Laura</title><content type='html'>I have a friend named, Carrie, who is the next Martha Steward/Tim Gunn....seriously....She is one of the most creative people I know. Well, it pays to have talented friends, for now I am famous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://caor.blogspot.com/2009/11/dress-that-could-have-been-its-called.html"&gt;Read on...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-3314139426034090724?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3314139426034090724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=3314139426034090724' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3314139426034090724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3314139426034090724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/11/dress-called-laura.html' title='A Dress called Laura'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-8083104746310256133</id><published>2009-10-25T20:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:23:28.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother...1979-2009</title><content type='html'>My dear, wonderful, talented, loyal, uncensored, favorite uncle to my children, ethical, meticulous, master chef, athletic, gentle, strong, intelligent, humorous, charitable, caring, amazing brother passed away today...Words cannot express my loss...Words cannot express my joy in the gospel hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-8083104746310256133?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8083104746310256133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=8083104746310256133' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8083104746310256133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8083104746310256133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-brother1979-2009.html' title='My Brother...1979-2009'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-19336882179770956</id><published>2009-10-12T08:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:18:19.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running way to fast...but enjoying each step!</title><content type='html'>Last week was crazy--but I survived! I was talking with my mom the other day, and I was telling her that despite how crazy life can be, I would rather be REALLY busy, than REALLY not busy. When I have deadlines, projects, goals, kids, husband, callings, LIFE, I feel energized...even when I feel like I will collapse from it all!&lt;br /&gt;I find inspiration from people who beat the odds...Those people who have special needs kids, and do it with a smile on their face. Those people who have beaten cancer, or any other violent disease. Those people who are always positive, despite what life may give them. Those people who are forgiving to all, and who show true, charity. Those people who are sincerely humble, who don't recognize how strong they really are. Those people who have an ugly past, but are making a beautiful future. Those people who show unconditional love, even when the world tells them to be selfish, and cruel.&lt;br /&gt;I find it is all in my perspective...if I search for the bad, that is what I will find...but if I search for the good, I find abundance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-19336882179770956?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/19336882179770956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=19336882179770956' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/19336882179770956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/19336882179770956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/10/running-way-to-fastbut-enjoying-each.html' title='Running way to fast...but enjoying each step!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-325791995545708876</id><published>2009-10-07T12:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:51:08.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running way to fast...</title><content type='html'>I think I have too much going on.......Work is 30 hours a week.....My business is around 5-10 hours a week....Am in charge of the Teacher's Dinner tonight for Parent Teacher Conferences...Thinking about going back to school to get my Special Education certification at BYU that is a year intensive program....Stake Trek this year, not to mention I'm speaking tomorrow night, and in November at Stake meetings, not to mention all the other BILLION Stake meetings deemed "necessary"....Family? Kids? Husband (who is he?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I ran out of one of my "crazy" meds, and have been too busy to pick it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break over....flying back to work!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-325791995545708876?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/325791995545708876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=325791995545708876' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/325791995545708876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/325791995545708876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/10/running-way-to-fast.html' title='Running way to fast...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-4979926346251608225</id><published>2009-10-01T07:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:57:27.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talented Friend with Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Though it's still too cold outside for my liking---life is GOOD!! LOVED my friend's blog entry for today about "Keep Going." We all determine the course our lives take--including our happiness!! It will take work, but it is always worth it in the end!!!&lt;/span&gt;  (and yes, she will be a famous author one day!) Go Melissa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://melissajcunningham.blogspot.com"&gt;"Keep Going"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-4979926346251608225?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4979926346251608225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=4979926346251608225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4979926346251608225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4979926346251608225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/10/talented-friend-with-words.html' title='Talented Friend with Words'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-7776274827182855672</id><published>2009-09-27T15:47:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:06:42.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Taj Mahal and Ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_gBXnBhcI/AAAAAAAAA2c/HMuAtUmtAPQ/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_gBXnBhcI/AAAAAAAAA2c/HMuAtUmtAPQ/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386269993480586690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The above is a picture (thank you, Simon) of what I probably looked like when my daughter told me she had to make a model (at least a foot tall) of the TAJ MAHAL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_f4AvqJII/AAAAAAAAA2U/GkCfmxjmtqI/s1600-h/tajmahal-agra-india-blackandwhite-architecture.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_f4AvqJII/AAAAAAAAA2U/GkCfmxjmtqI/s320/tajmahal-agra-india-blackandwhite-architecture.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386269832723965058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS, is the Taj Mahal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_fCs5i18I/AAAAAAAAA2E/kQ3IFsusHbo/s1600-h/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_fCs5i18I/AAAAAAAAA2E/kQ3IFsusHbo/s320/IMG_0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386268916863653826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too many swear words and a lot of sweat and tears later, Ella (she didn't swear) and I finished the framework...(the teacher said this could be a "bonding" experience....yeah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_e8FCZi2I/AAAAAAAAA18/I_DlpH93J04/s1600-h/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_e8FCZi2I/AAAAAAAAA18/I_DlpH93J04/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386268803084159842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to buy an additional board, because the model was too big for just one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_exKAdcWI/AAAAAAAAA10/SQs7SDUdezc/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_exKAdcWI/AAAAAAAAA10/SQs7SDUdezc/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386268615439642978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;post wood details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_epJSG4cI/AAAAAAAAA1s/3sHXslu9E1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_epJSG4cI/AAAAAAAAA1s/3sHXslu9E1Y/s320/IMG_0140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386268477806272962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pre-white paint application...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_ekFL4F9I/AAAAAAAAA1k/wiHApgSseF8/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_ekFL4F9I/AAAAAAAAA1k/wiHApgSseF8/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386268390807050194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The delicate art of styro-foam placement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_edafMgUI/AAAAAAAAA1c/dK2lGr1B05o/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_edafMgUI/AAAAAAAAA1c/dK2lGr1B05o/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386268276266139970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gold details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_eXC7NmYI/AAAAAAAAA1U/66Vn0-0FZUQ/s1600-h/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_eXC7NmYI/AAAAAAAAA1U/66Vn0-0FZUQ/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386268166861986178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doorway details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_eO-eqzwI/AAAAAAAAA1M/oFncnOB0fCY/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_eO-eqzwI/AAAAAAAAA1M/oFncnOB0fCY/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386268028229570306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how much four rolls of paper towels look, after taking away the center pieces for towers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_eIzOGrGI/AAAAAAAAA1E/emg7TeLbhMU/s1600-h/IMG_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_eIzOGrGI/AAAAAAAAA1E/emg7TeLbhMU/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386267922128088162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_d_FAt3gI/AAAAAAAAA08/DC5nXoVYFlQ/s1600-h/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_d_FAt3gI/AAAAAAAAA08/DC5nXoVYFlQ/s320/IMG_0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386267755105082882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_d4MbYPhI/AAAAAAAAA00/O_-JIQgQTg0/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_d4MbYPhI/AAAAAAAAA00/O_-JIQgQTg0/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386267636836875794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_dw5SEyPI/AAAAAAAAA0s/GjMRt2l6IMc/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_dw5SEyPI/AAAAAAAAA0s/GjMRt2l6IMc/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386267511438493938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finished!! Ella did a great job, and I did not go crazy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-7776274827182855672?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7776274827182855672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=7776274827182855672' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/7776274827182855672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/7776274827182855672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/09/taj-mahal-and-ella.html' title='The Taj Mahal and Ella'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr_gBXnBhcI/AAAAAAAAA2c/HMuAtUmtAPQ/s72-c/IMG_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-5235553794578016916</id><published>2009-09-26T20:48:00.035-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:18:43.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Grass-Sledding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7W_-PEWDI/AAAAAAAAA0k/hlqVUMT-3_0/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7W_-PEWDI/AAAAAAAAA0k/hlqVUMT-3_0/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385978598907992114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do on a Sunday evening? Go Grass-sledding!! These have been one of the best purchases for our family! We've had them for the past 6-7 years, and they just get better and better! (We've only had one broken bone injury! It was the kid in the picture above--he just "goes" and thinks later!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7W4xY0mZI/AAAAAAAAA0c/5XL2zw5K5AM/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7W4xY0mZI/AAAAAAAAA0c/5XL2zw5K5AM/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385978475200158098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Form...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7WyZ_tm9I/AAAAAAAAA0U/TVUJOW-UOjo/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7WyZ_tm9I/AAAAAAAAA0U/TVUJOW-UOjo/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385978365841611730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;technical merit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7WszxqrSI/AAAAAAAAA0M/hS6pqo6Uvig/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7WszxqrSI/AAAAAAAAA0M/hS6pqo6Uvig/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385978269682806050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;doubles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7WnGRA5EI/AAAAAAAAA0E/uv86tqJqrZk/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7WnGRA5EI/AAAAAAAAA0E/uv86tqJqrZk/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385978171566908482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7WgwPfWoI/AAAAAAAAAz8/XWD4ZBAZ4pk/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7WgwPfWoI/AAAAAAAAAz8/XWD4ZBAZ4pk/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385978062575721090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7WaDTURAI/AAAAAAAAAz0/UjUC4QryPmI/s1600-h/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7WaDTURAI/AAAAAAAAAz0/UjUC4QryPmI/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385977947432961026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the wind that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7WTRJJwDI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ntw_cjClJm0/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7WTRJJwDI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ntw_cjClJm0/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385977830889340978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7WL_3vPXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Dkl8kYW5tE4/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7WL_3vPXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Dkl8kYW5tE4/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385977705993813362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7WFvZqbzI/AAAAAAAAAzc/1TG4_I_5nPc/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7WFvZqbzI/AAAAAAAAAzc/1TG4_I_5nPc/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385977598493486898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone hauls their own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7V_xfwe6I/AAAAAAAAAzU/xm8XOCZa5iE/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7V_xfwe6I/AAAAAAAAAzU/xm8XOCZa5iE/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385977495976704930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;up the hill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7V5MOgeJI/AAAAAAAAAzM/gw-kJCjN5qk/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7V5MOgeJI/AAAAAAAAAzM/gw-kJCjN5qk/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385977382893025426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blue team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7Vze3IDsI/AAAAAAAAAzE/zuNC-WRpsUc/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7Vze3IDsI/AAAAAAAAAzE/zuNC-WRpsUc/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385977284816015042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;boys team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7Vo65jdoI/AAAAAAAAAy8/FTuM1teidHA/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7Vo65jdoI/AAAAAAAAAy8/FTuM1teidHA/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385977103363831426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad starts doing things that made me say, "You shouldn't be doing that!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7VgQpugqI/AAAAAAAAAy0/dzSe6aYisFI/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7VgQpugqI/AAAAAAAAAy0/dzSe6aYisFI/s320/IMG_0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385976954584203938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Son does things that made me say, "Great form!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7VYkf1oFI/AAAAAAAAAys/J5dIMHDe-R8/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7VYkf1oFI/AAAAAAAAAys/J5dIMHDe-R8/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385976822472482898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;exhibit B...you haul your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7VQmHB7YI/AAAAAAAAAyk/h8-ExNA_nVc/s1600-h/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7VQmHB7YI/AAAAAAAAAyk/h8-ExNA_nVc/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385976685466348930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"this damn camera!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7VIKNroKI/AAAAAAAAAyc/NYrjCXeRbLo/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7VIKNroKI/AAAAAAAAAyc/NYrjCXeRbLo/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385976540539101346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daughter does things that made me say, "GO GIRL!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7VAjPwQAI/AAAAAAAAAyU/4ypETgq0DHI/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7VAjPwQAI/AAAAAAAAAyU/4ypETgq0DHI/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385976409819725826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad trying not to make what I said come true, by hopping off at the last minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7U45OQ20I/AAAAAAAAAyM/BHSe5ziipx8/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7U45OQ20I/AAAAAAAAAyM/BHSe5ziipx8/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385976278280100674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7Ux8GOhbI/AAAAAAAAAyE/tYw0bVsPEag/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7Ux8GOhbI/AAAAAAAAAyE/tYw0bVsPEag/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385976158792615346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speed-masters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7Upm8-ffI/AAAAAAAAAx8/jHvDMYSvspk/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7Upm8-ffI/AAAAAAAAAx8/jHvDMYSvspk/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385976015677718002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No...he's "wiping" his nose, not "picking..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7UQSyDLcI/AAAAAAAAAx0/-pPDy-zrWQg/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7UQSyDLcI/AAAAAAAAAx0/-pPDy-zrWQg/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385975580766449090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oldest kids RULE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7UHONNzqI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ZaMVtv4FiKc/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7UHONNzqI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ZaMVtv4FiKc/s320/IMG_0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385975424919391906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oldest kids ALWAYS RULE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7T9ElHWWI/AAAAAAAAAxk/jqRGbuhvRf4/s1600-h/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7T9ElHWWI/AAAAAAAAAxk/jqRGbuhvRf4/s320/IMG_0119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385975250536585570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Mom in the sunset" by daughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7TvZgdNSI/AAAAAAAAAxc/5CWaFJ6buuM/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7TvZgdNSI/AAAAAAAAAxc/5CWaFJ6buuM/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385975015636022562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Dad's goofy grin" by daughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7TpO9VqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/RjyN-TuWYZI/s1600-h/IMG_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7TpO9VqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/RjyN-TuWYZI/s320/IMG_0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385974909725158098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Daughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7Ta-EVpyI/AAAAAAAAAxM/egqggznbsL0/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7Ta-EVpyI/AAAAAAAAAxM/egqggznbsL0/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385974664672945954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our "muscle man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7TTXoccSI/AAAAAAAAAxE/FmMkr2UOHTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7TTXoccSI/AAAAAAAAAxE/FmMkr2UOHTQ/s320/IMG_0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385974534096318754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our best shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7TCyLK4HI/AAAAAAAAAw8/5FLIDpxmdGk/s1600-h/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7TCyLK4HI/AAAAAAAAAw8/5FLIDpxmdGk/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385974249163513970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the end(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7S8BlRT1I/AAAAAAAAAw0/OGy1b9DIh7A/s1600-h/IMG_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7S8BlRT1I/AAAAAAAAAw0/OGy1b9DIh7A/s320/IMG_0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385974133040435026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bliss!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-5235553794578016916?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5235553794578016916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=5235553794578016916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5235553794578016916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5235553794578016916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/09/art-of-grass-sledding.html' title='The Art of Grass-Sledding'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sr7W_-PEWDI/AAAAAAAAA0k/hlqVUMT-3_0/s72-c/IMG_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-1323413303663157743</id><published>2009-09-15T21:47:00.034-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:26:43.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplane Graves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGqa2aP6oI/AAAAAAAAAws/UIDzwbf34bE/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGqa2aP6oI/AAAAAAAAAws/UIDzwbf34bE/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382270407943383682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the memorial of my brother in law, we decided to take the kids to another graveside of sorts--the airplane graveyard/museum in northern Utah. We had a splendid time, and I had some fun with my iphone--which incidentally takes REALLY good pictures!! Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGqTCpsmVI/AAAAAAAAAwk/pRJfTcazKC8/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGqTCpsmVI/AAAAAAAAAwk/pRJfTcazKC8/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382270273790450002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGqNyUPAHI/AAAAAAAAAwc/kFqytx2cvsg/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGqNyUPAHI/AAAAAAAAAwc/kFqytx2cvsg/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382270183506116722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGqHrm5x5I/AAAAAAAAAwU/_IBw9r4Mekg/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGqHrm5x5I/AAAAAAAAAwU/_IBw9r4Mekg/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382270078626154386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three....BLASTOFF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGp_qFqlwI/AAAAAAAAAwM/QmD3mudL4ek/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGp_qFqlwI/AAAAAAAAAwM/QmD3mudL4ek/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382269940779357954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon has not wanted to pose for pictures more than he did at this museum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGp4xJqPvI/AAAAAAAAAwE/zVomu5u6E80/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGp4xJqPvI/AAAAAAAAAwE/zVomu5u6E80/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382269822416076530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exhibit A....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGpyhj709I/AAAAAAAAAv8/ifaBcsBmIPQ/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGpyhj709I/AAAAAAAAAv8/ifaBcsBmIPQ/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382269715152098258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beautiful kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGpsoLaBcI/AAAAAAAAAv0/vs16qw1JwYU/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGpsoLaBcI/AAAAAAAAAv0/vs16qw1JwYU/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382269613849052610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Growing up too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGpm4zmQAI/AAAAAAAAAvs/FMDF2RpxOnQ/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGpm4zmQAI/AAAAAAAAAvs/FMDF2RpxOnQ/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382269515233378306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Youngest?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGpfl5bdYI/AAAAAAAAAvk/UQ7UxPdiBCs/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGpfl5bdYI/AAAAAAAAAvk/UQ7UxPdiBCs/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382269389898478978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two peas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGpZcy8MLI/AAAAAAAAAvc/eLqJnYrl0CU/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGpZcy8MLI/AAAAAAAAAvc/eLqJnYrl0CU/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382269284376129714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exhibit B....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGpS2yLajI/AAAAAAAAAvU/QTHWalz2Oaw/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGpS2yLajI/AAAAAAAAAvU/QTHWalz2Oaw/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382269171093170738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My amazing kids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGpLbMTXaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/MERoghlRnuI/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGpLbMTXaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/MERoghlRnuI/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382269043427466658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exhibit C...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGpF0xKcFI/AAAAAAAAAvE/iW7_16b-Ivw/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGpF0xKcFI/AAAAAAAAAvE/iW7_16b-Ivw/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382268947213742162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGo8uNX-tI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Hz0MvEszSpc/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGo8uNX-tI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Hz0MvEszSpc/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382268790834199250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More of my fabulous kids....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGo1y8FUYI/AAAAAAAAAu0/brVF4o5NxpU/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGo1y8FUYI/AAAAAAAAAu0/brVF4o5NxpU/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382268671844766082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGovLZDlrI/AAAAAAAAAus/MjJzuz9ytb4/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGovLZDlrI/AAAAAAAAAus/MjJzuz9ytb4/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382268558149654194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So handsome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGoqBFODOI/AAAAAAAAAuk/VBzX6BFo5PQ/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGoqBFODOI/AAAAAAAAAuk/VBzX6BFo5PQ/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382268469482753250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;too old....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGojbPNlGI/AAAAAAAAAuc/meo7sekKW6E/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGojbPNlGI/AAAAAAAAAuc/meo7sekKW6E/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382268356244903010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so stinking CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGocxrykDI/AAAAAAAAAuU/XJC2_vg5gjY/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGocxrykDI/AAAAAAAAAuU/XJC2_vg5gjY/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382268242011263026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They survived the climb into the cavity of this plane--I'm sure we were not suppose to be inside, due to the amount of debris and sharp objects that my kids encountered inside!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGoXKav30I/AAAAAAAAAuM/MfYOFCIzMOM/s1600-h/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGoXKav30I/AAAAAAAAAuM/MfYOFCIzMOM/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382268145571454786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;18 years, and STILL TOGETHER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGoNhj13zI/AAAAAAAAAuE/jaqRasQHunk/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGoNhj13zI/AAAAAAAAAuE/jaqRasQHunk/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382267979984920370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exhibit D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGnuZJw5JI/AAAAAAAAAt8/H-p2VMqY_OA/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGnuZJw5JI/AAAAAAAAAt8/H-p2VMqY_OA/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382267445152113810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Booty Silhouettes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGnngGKecI/AAAAAAAAAt0/SMMLP2OrmE8/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGnngGKecI/AAAAAAAAAt0/SMMLP2OrmE8/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382267326756977090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smiles.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGne9MaVoI/AAAAAAAAAts/wC3_QVpZf5U/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGne9MaVoI/AAAAAAAAAts/wC3_QVpZf5U/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382267179948988034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy daughter moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGnSgKihFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/gJAeLcyiREc/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGnSgKihFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/gJAeLcyiREc/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382266965998077010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGnIETZFSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/0PWsaWMyVrk/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGnIETZFSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/0PWsaWMyVrk/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382266786720322850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HOT blade....very very HOT blade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you, David. It was a lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-1323413303663157743?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1323413303663157743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=1323413303663157743' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/1323413303663157743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/1323413303663157743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/09/airplane-graves.html' title='Airplane Graves'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SrGqa2aP6oI/AAAAAAAAAws/UIDzwbf34bE/s72-c/IMG_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-2489295092473962960</id><published>2009-09-08T17:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:25:03.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Question: What is 5000 moms?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SqbmlpAMjqI/AAAAAAAAAss/S3Zj2UGIhb8/s1600-h/5000moms+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SqbmlpAMjqI/AAAAAAAAAss/S3Zj2UGIhb8/s200/5000moms+logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379240339276861090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a lot of questions about what this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://5000moms.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;5000 moms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; project is. This is a summary, which doesn't even begin to bring it justice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a project I'm involved with, that caters to&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;moms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--in all their forms--in all their functions. The idea behind it? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Health and happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Finding &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in our lives as we attempt to do so many things. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;website launches tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and it will be an incredible &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;source for moms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to find ideas, support, health options, and inspiration. Along with &lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;that, it offers a way to help you start &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;your own business&lt;/span&gt;, if that is something you would like to do. And who wouldn't as least want to see the options in this economy?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come check us out, tomorrow, at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;9:09 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! We designed this site for all the magnificent &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;MOMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out there!! There will be something for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;everyone&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/21601280-2489295092473962960?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2489295092473962960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=2489295092473962960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2489295092473962960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2489295092473962960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-question-what-is-5000-moms.html' title='Top Question: What is 5000 moms?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SqbmlpAMjqI/AAAAAAAAAss/S3Zj2UGIhb8/s72-c/5000moms+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-1794073342116083816</id><published>2009-09-07T22:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:47:18.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama speaks...a Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ScK1EJh8lw/SigzqpDYpiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VAZT9XEpTQE/s400/Obama+Education+-+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ScK1EJh8lw/SigzqpDYpiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VAZT9XEpTQE/s400/Obama+Education+-+1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is why my son needed a permission slip?! I don't find anything wrong with thanking educators, encouraging hard work, stretching your minds, taking advantage of all that is afforded you and overcoming life's obstacles.....&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/MediaResources/PreparedSchoolRemarks/"&gt;http://www.whitehouse.gov/MediaResources/PreparedSchoolRemarks/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-1794073342116083816?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1794073342116083816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=1794073342116083816' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/1794073342116083816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/1794073342116083816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/09/obama-speaksa-preview.html' title='Obama speaks...a Preview'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ScK1EJh8lw/SigzqpDYpiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VAZT9XEpTQE/s72-c/Obama+Education+-+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-1067596330224541907</id><published>2009-09-01T20:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:43:27.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the world even better...</title><content type='html'>...one Mom at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sp3bPTU562I/AAAAAAAAAsY/GLydG0p1aw4/s1600-h/5000moms+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sp3bPTU562I/AAAAAAAAAsY/GLydG0p1aw4/s400/5000moms+logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376694586082716514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a peek at my new project! I am so excited! Let me know if you want the inside scoop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://5000moms.com"&gt;5000moms.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://5000moms.blogspot.com"&gt;5000moms.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-1067596330224541907?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1067596330224541907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=1067596330224541907' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/1067596330224541907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/1067596330224541907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/09/making-world-even-better.html' title='Making the world even better...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sp3bPTU562I/AAAAAAAAAsY/GLydG0p1aw4/s72-c/5000moms+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-6861166436704569291</id><published>2009-08-23T11:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:19:00.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocher, Ochre, OQUIRRH?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3560/3663880665_3d43724b77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 441px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3560/3663880665_3d43724b77.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to take our two oldest kids, and go to the Oquirrh Hills Temple dedication. It was so amazing for them to be able to participate in a temple ordinance, and see another aspect of how holy it is, and why it is so important to be worthy and ready to attend the temples of the Lord. It is a true place of learning, and guidance for us. A place of refuge and sanctuary from the world. Elder Bednar said:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; "Men and women are ever learning; and never come to the truth." &lt;/span&gt;What a blessing it is that we can know the truths that will enable us to return to our Father in Heaven. The only place to know, learn of , and ponder these truths lie within the walls of the temple. What a wonderful blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(side note: Could they have chosen a more confusing way to spell "Oquirrh?" Why not ocher or "ochre," like the color?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-6861166436704569291?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6861166436704569291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=6861166436704569291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/6861166436704569291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/6861166436704569291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/08/temple-dedication.html' title='Ocher, Ochre, OQUIRRH?!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3560/3663880665_3d43724b77_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-193687783191920528</id><published>2009-08-17T08:57:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:30:27.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weaknesses to Strengths--A summer in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lWbYDZbLwTY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/lWbYDZbLwTY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has the summer gone? Is it seriously over? Can my 8th grader really be starting school today? Is my daughter really wearing a size 8 shoe now? Will my 6 year old's teacher survive the year?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back, I am amazed at all that has so quickly run it's course the past three months. Through it all, there has been an underlying theme to much of my life...that the Lord WILL point out your weaknesses, but also show you how to make them STRENGTHS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls Camp....ah yes...The past year and a half of planning ran it's full course, ending with our Stake Camp wrap up this past Wednesday. People ask me if I'm glad it's over? Amazingly enough, it is very bittersweet for me. Despite the anxiety, stress, long hours, uncountable meetings, and the mere fact that I DON'T CAMP....I would not change a thing. It was all completely, and totally worth it! I saw the hand of the Lord work in each and every aspect of Camp. I saw the hand of the Lord work in the lives of 200 young women, and 60-70 leaders. I saw weaknesses become strengths. Whether it was traveling across a thin wire 30 feet in the air; or being led blindly and not knowing if you could hold onto the "iron rod;" or going on the 4th year overnight hike with a back-pack that weighed more than you; or wondering if you really had a testimony of the gospel only to suddenly bear yours beside the campfire on the last evening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each time I thought "I cannot do this!" the Lord showed me the way. With each time I thought "No....I really cannot do this!" the Lord, again, showed me the way. On the last evening of Camp, as I sat looking out at our Stake, I felt the impact of how our Father in Heaven allows you to see your weaknesses, but that those weaknesses &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are merely strengths you don't know you have! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July my husband started a new job. For the 10 months prior, my husband's former company had not been able to pay him due to the economy/market. This was hard. This was definitely a weakness for us! But again, we saw the hand of the Lord in our lives. We had freelance opportunities pop up at the oddest and most convenient times; we had family who left us "gifts" of groceries and other items; and throughout the entire time, we felt a calm sense of peace. We understood what is really important to us is not those material things, but the fact that we have our family, and those covenants and truths that will bring us the wealth and joy in the eternities that truly matters. We found that we (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;) did have a strength in keeping to a rigorous budget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also the summer that I came to terms with my body. I did not want to be a slave to it any longer. It was time to take control. I was no longer going to continue to look at my physical appearance as a weakness. So...I starting making my body a strength. I started by re-evaluating my diet. I stopped eating those things that aren't healthy for you (imagine that!) and looked at portion size (imagine that!) I started running again, 3 then 5 miles 5x a week (imagine that!) and by doing so, have lost 20 pounds!! This past week I was able to buy SINGLE DIGIT jeans!! This took A LOT of hard work...and anyone who tells you there is an "easy" way, is LYING!! I have some health issues that are never going away, but just knowing that if you truly want something, there is always a way. It may not be easy, or convenient, but it is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My remaining weakness (okay---one among MANY!) is that I still have not ridden on "The Samuri" at Lagoon. I have no fear when it comes to roller-coasters, dropping suddenly or shooting upwards rides, but those spinning rides?! I can plan a camp for 300 people, but I can't seem to endure a "spinning" ride for 90 seconds?! Perhaps some weaknesses are just meant to keep you humble...? (Or at least from puking in front of your kids!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-193687783191920528?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/193687783191920528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=193687783191920528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/193687783191920528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/193687783191920528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/08/weaknesses-to-strengths-summer-in.html' title='Weaknesses to Strengths--A summer in review'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-3204210022695517880</id><published>2009-07-27T10:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:40:05.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp....A four letter word?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sm3YUbvhIMI/AAAAAAAAArw/RNW0sLeXC8Y/s1600-h/hiking+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sm3YUbvhIMI/AAAAAAAAArw/RNW0sLeXC8Y/s400/hiking+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363180576824172738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp is in 7 days....for 275 people....in the wilderness....thankfully the Hilton of wildernesses (Heber Valley Camp=cabins, hot water and toilets!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that Camp is not the four letter word I thought it would be (and you KNOW that I would know a four letter word!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four letter words I think of are: HOPE, WORK, &amp;amp; LOVE....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-3204210022695517880?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3204210022695517880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=3204210022695517880' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3204210022695517880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3204210022695517880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/07/campa-four-letter-word.html' title='Camp....A four letter word?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sm3YUbvhIMI/AAAAAAAAArw/RNW0sLeXC8Y/s72-c/hiking+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-3824855881258534731</id><published>2009-06-26T20:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:42:43.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's new Mams.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SkWGyx5S5kI/AAAAAAAAArQ/AT6pdktYH-4/s1600-h/P1000420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SkWGyx5S5kI/AAAAAAAAArQ/AT6pdktYH-4/s320/P1000420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351831939144934978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had her final surgery for breast cancer...the big (well, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; big!) breast reconstruction! She was a trooper! And when all was said and done, she looked....NORMAL! Her small, petite, skinny frame was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now top-sided...she looked whole....&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;complete&lt;/span&gt;...which I believe is what plastic surgery is &lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; all about. She was so worried, humble, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;anxious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as she began this new phase of her new body, and life. She teared up as she said, "I hope this is the last piece of the &lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;journey&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-3824855881258534731?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3824855881258534731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=3824855881258534731' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3824855881258534731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3824855881258534731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/moms-new-mamms.html' title='Mom&apos;s new Mams.....'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SkWGyx5S5kI/AAAAAAAAArQ/AT6pdktYH-4/s72-c/P1000420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-8240141723930934980</id><published>2009-06-21T17:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:21:54.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Father 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sj7APQSs-CI/AAAAAAAAArI/aAMkX_LTCJc/s1600-h/P1000997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sj7APQSs-CI/AAAAAAAAArI/aAMkX_LTCJc/s320/P1000997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349924775666710562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a family "roast...." Not the kind you eat, but when you "roast" the individual with jokes and comments about traits that make them....THEM!! Andy has given us PLENTY of material, along with a whole lot of unconditional LOVE over the years!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Father's day, Andy/Dad!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-8240141723930934980?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8240141723930934980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=8240141723930934980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8240141723930934980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8240141723930934980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/father-2009.html' title='Father 2009'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Sj7APQSs-CI/AAAAAAAAArI/aAMkX_LTCJc/s72-c/P1000997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-8168091741480926217</id><published>2009-06-18T11:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:56:26.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow down Summer!</title><content type='html'>My exceptional daughter has been placed in a district Accelerated Learning Lab class for next year!! I'm thrilled...and she's more concerned with who of her friends will be in the class with her ; ) (especially if one of them is named "Brayden...") I'm also hoping that I will get a spot teaching Resource next year, which would be incredible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the "excitement" for next school year, I want the summer to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slow down, already&lt;/span&gt;!! My biggest fear is that I will wake up, and it will be August, and back to the grind!! I want to savor moments with my children...soak in the sun...run more trails...ride the attractions at Lagoon with my kids...have an occasional lazy day...have an occasional day where I'm NOT thinking about girls camp...read about twenty more books!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go! My "smarty pants" daughter is taking me to get pedicures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-8168091741480926217?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8168091741480926217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=8168091741480926217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8168091741480926217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8168091741480926217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/slow-down-summer.html' title='Slow down Summer!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-3221107641445759919</id><published>2009-06-14T22:43:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:51:42.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really fast post about two FAB reads that you can read FAST!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SjXTTAn3VGI/AAAAAAAAAq4/627D7M8tEGk/s1600-h/pic+of+sarah+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SjXTTAn3VGI/AAAAAAAAAq4/627D7M8tEGk/s320/pic+of+sarah+book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347412456110511202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SjXSv5u5f4I/AAAAAAAAAqw/vt8wgMQlmyA/s1600-h/my-sisters-keeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SjXSv5u5f4I/AAAAAAAAAqw/vt8wgMQlmyA/s320/my-sisters-keeper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347411852965543810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read both of these books in less than a week....Each different....&lt;br /&gt;Each one I could not put down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-3221107641445759919?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3221107641445759919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=3221107641445759919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3221107641445759919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3221107641445759919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/really-fast-post-about-two-fab-reads.html' title='Really fast post about two FAB reads that you can read FAST!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SjXTTAn3VGI/AAAAAAAAAq4/627D7M8tEGk/s72-c/pic+of+sarah+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-6476790536699150646</id><published>2009-06-06T11:23:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:00:04.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talented Kids</title><content type='html'>My beautiful daughter performed at our local Pony Express Days Celebration. She is in the lead ballet class at her studio (pre-pointe), and she and her class performed a cute "Can-Can" segment from their upcoming ballet recital, "La Boutique Fantasque." Not to mention...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;how grown up does she look?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waving to all her fans....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiqqTdnGQkI/AAAAAAAAApI/hcg64G9jJys/s1600-h/P1010244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiqqTdnGQkI/AAAAAAAAApI/hcg64G9jJys/s320/P1010244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344271159171367490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing a little "leg!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiqqKmkVIJI/AAAAAAAAApA/cU2g4SlNAIY/s1600-h/P1010245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiqqKmkVIJI/AAAAAAAAApA/cU2g4SlNAIY/s320/P1010245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344271006956855442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she could, she would LOVE to wear make-up like this EVERY DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiqqCAOrOtI/AAAAAAAAAo4/kBe4kSp3w1s/s1600-h/P1010246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiqqCAOrOtI/AAAAAAAAAo4/kBe4kSp3w1s/s320/P1010246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344270859226528466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side view.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Siqp4jLkcYI/AAAAAAAAAow/U3M6VvUj5c0/s1600-h/P1010247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Siqp4jLkcYI/AAAAAAAAAow/U3M6VvUj5c0/s320/P1010247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344270696810049922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back view.....Yeah....I ROCKED IT with the hair styling.....And there was enough hairspray on this "do" that not even the huge winds we were having made it move!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Siqpu3mTpDI/AAAAAAAAAoo/-IIYoKgstpU/s1600-h/P1010248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Siqpu3mTpDI/AAAAAAAAAoo/-IIYoKgstpU/s320/P1010248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344270530492212274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Siqpmabz5lI/AAAAAAAAAog/PiEaJcUWRlo/s1600-h/P1010249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Siqpmabz5lI/AAAAAAAAAog/PiEaJcUWRlo/s320/P1010249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344270385224607314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the stage.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiqpUlWYugI/AAAAAAAAAoY/8Vb_bsaUOTM/s1600-h/P1010250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiqpUlWYugI/AAAAAAAAAoY/8Vb_bsaUOTM/s320/P1010250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344270078916999682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiqpLSjMAlI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/835cKCCfFAQ/s1600-h/P1010251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiqpLSjMAlI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/835cKCCfFAQ/s320/P1010251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344269919251595858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here they go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiqpBTxPnTI/AAAAAAAAAoI/wdkAYGNFT2U/s1600-h/P1010252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiqpBTxPnTI/AAAAAAAAAoI/wdkAYGNFT2U/s320/P1010252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344269747780295986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirouettes with kicks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Siqo4vKkiTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/MKol4ojoo9E/s1600-h/P1010253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Siqo4vKkiTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/MKol4ojoo9E/s320/P1010253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344269600515459378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More foot work.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Siqof91Q41I/AAAAAAAAAnw/8NQM3X21k9Y/s1600-h/P1010255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Siqof91Q41I/AAAAAAAAAnw/8NQM3X21k9Y/s320/P1010255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344269174955893586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiqoXFcu8EI/AAAAAAAAAno/v21i-sTIO_Q/s1600-h/P1010257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiqoXFcu8EI/AAAAAAAAAno/v21i-sTIO_Q/s320/P1010257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344269022381666370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke to the sound of the piano being played....."Mary had a Little Lamb"......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Siqr09k1h1I/AAAAAAAAApQ/FTRW0a9zGN4/s1600-h/P1010259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Siqr09k1h1I/AAAAAAAAApQ/FTRW0a9zGN4/s320/P1010259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344272834199127890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that my daughter had been teaching her six year old brother how to play the piano.....Her technique was impressive....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiqsvXfxl8I/AAAAAAAAApg/WFancCe8_ds/s1600-h/P1010261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiqsvXfxl8I/AAAAAAAAApg/WFancCe8_ds/s320/P1010261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344273837589632962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little Mozart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Siqs_4WIt7I/AAAAAAAAApo/QEF0DQmeucU/s1600-h/P1010262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/Siqs_4WIt7I/AAAAAAAAApo/QEF0DQmeucU/s320/P1010262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344274121285482418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And....least you think I forgot my oldest child? Nope.....just don't see him much except when he is showing  me extreme-sport-injuries from the new skate/bike park.....I'm surprised we have not had any broken bones (knock on wood!!!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiquWg2CAMI/AAAAAAAAApw/3IimgtpPO1M/s1600-h/P1010263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiquWg2CAMI/AAAAAAAAApw/3IimgtpPO1M/s320/P1010263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344275609625428162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children amaze me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-6476790536699150646?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6476790536699150646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=6476790536699150646' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/6476790536699150646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/6476790536699150646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/talented-kids.html' title='Talented Kids'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SiqqTdnGQkI/AAAAAAAAApI/hcg64G9jJys/s72-c/P1010244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-5286295355957850172</id><published>2009-06-03T13:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:14:32.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Negative.</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the previous post.....which I removed..... A new day, and a clearer set of eyes made a big difference! I have nothing to complain about when you really look at the grand scheme of things....but at times I am human, and have to vent, scream, and cry a little!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's looking at things through a new set of eyes:  See "Sisters of Hope" at &lt;a href="http://cjanerun.com/"&gt;cjanerun.com&lt;/a&gt;, and go to the link on Carol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-5286295355957850172?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5286295355957850172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=5286295355957850172' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5286295355957850172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5286295355957850172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-negative.html' title='Too Negative.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-6074597797305196434</id><published>2009-05-21T18:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:05:30.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>13 years ago....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/ShX6Lgs-EII/AAAAAAAAAnY/1FnDb1Nxwiw/s1600-h/P1000126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/ShX6Lgs-EII/AAAAAAAAAnY/1FnDb1Nxwiw/s320/P1000126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338448008981647490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I was handed a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;package&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. After two days of no progress, A LOT of pitocin, no progress, labor pains, no progress, epidural, no progress, dropping of heartbeats, c-section...I was handed a package.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This package has been such a blessing to my soul, my life, and my being. He is a source of joy, contentment, validation, laughter, and REALLY good back rubs! In his stick-thin build (that is beginning to tower over me in height!) lurks eyes of wisdom beyond his years. He is in tune to the Spirit. He is kind. He is creative and talented. He loves and honors his priesthood. He is my first glimpse of my forever family. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He makes me want to be a better person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a package....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Kyson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! I love you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-6074597797305196434?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6074597797305196434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=6074597797305196434' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/6074597797305196434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/6074597797305196434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/05/13-years-ago.html' title='13 years ago....'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/ShX6Lgs-EII/AAAAAAAAAnY/1FnDb1Nxwiw/s72-c/P1000126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-5381391595863354130</id><published>2009-05-15T10:46:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:12:33.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May moment</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up with a slight "tickle" in my throat. So, I decided to call in sick. This has "NOTHING" to do with the fact that my house looks like a bomb hit it, my cupboards are empty and in need of a trip to the grocery, laundry is beyond piles, and my husband has been out of town, all the while trying to juggle teaching, kids, calling and LIFE!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The highlight of the week was definitely Thursday, when my cute niece cut and colored my hair. I asked her to make me look like Sienna Miller (short hair version). I think she did a wonderful job! (see &lt;a href="http://stephaniescissorhands.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Stephanie Scissor-Hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). Nothing like a great hair day to lift your spirits!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have made a personal quest to get more fit. I want to look in the mirror and say, "Hey, not bad!" I have a weird sense of myself, in that what I THINK I look like, and what I ACTUALLY look like are completely different. Does that make any sense? I have a pretty good sense of self, and style, but there are times when I look in the mirror and don't recognize the person I'm looking at. That is going to change. I am being more cognitive of my eating behaviors, my exercise, and my overall lifestyle. I have recently joined a WONDERFUL business, who just so happens to have a system to help you get on track with your weight and balancing your body. I want to "have a testimony" of it before I share. So far, I have lost 4 pounds in a fairly short amount of time, and feel wonderful and excited. More details will come!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kids continue to amaze me. I am truly blessed, even when I feel like I am the ring-master of a three-ring-circus! My husband is amazing, and shows his love for me by his constant diligence in trying to make our life wonderful. He works extremely hard, and gives very freely of his service and time to others. I love how he is always affectionate and loving to me, and sees what I often cannot see in myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to have book club at my house this month. I am SO EXCITED!! I have not been able to attend the past couple of them, so it feels like AGES since I have seen this special group of friends. It is so much more than a book club, it's truly unconditional love (and therapy!) at its best!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is almost done. Summer is almost here. Camp planning is in full swing. My mom will get her reconstructive surgery from her breast cancer soon. Life continues to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my last post I made mention of Jung's quote: "The brighter the light, the darker the shadow." My goal? To make sure that I always have "light" in at least one aspect of my life each day, to avoid the "darkness" that can inevitably creep in if we aren't careful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is in the everyday things we do that our Savior will come to us. Like the woman at the well. She was getting water, which I imagine she did many times each day. Whether it's at work, while folding laundry, changing diapers, making dinner, or carpooling kids, the Savior will come to us and give us inspiration and guidance. We need to be prepared and receptive enough to receive the "light" He has to offer. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(thanks Jamie for the scripture/thought!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-5381391595863354130?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5381391595863354130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=5381391595863354130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5381391595863354130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5381391595863354130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-i-woke-up-with-slight-tickle-in.html' title='May moment'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-1230934405951827368</id><published>2009-05-02T21:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:37:55.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you go, hmmmm.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.newsweek.com/photos/levelup/images/original/Rodin_2700_s-_2200_The-Thinker_2E002200_-Courtesy-of-innoxiuss_2C00_-edited-by-Level-Up-_2800_green_2900_.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://blog.newsweek.com/photos/levelup/images/original/Rodin_2700_s-_2200_The-Thinker_2E002200_-Courtesy-of-innoxiuss_2C00_-edited-by-Level-Up-_2800_green_2900_.aspx" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: 'courier new'; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: 'courier new'; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"the brighter the light, the darker the shadow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this quote by the philosopher Jung....What do you think? Thoughts? Insights? Stories?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do those that seem to "have it all" or "always be happy" have something to hide?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the reverse meaning of  "a silver lining in every cloud?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmmm, indeed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);   line-height: 19px;font-family:'courier new';font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: 'courier new'; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-1230934405951827368?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1230934405951827368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=1230934405951827368' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/1230934405951827368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/1230934405951827368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-that-make-you-go-hmmmm.html' title='Things that make you go, hmmmm.....'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-2241972148766806716</id><published>2009-04-23T21:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:06:52.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficial put in its place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Although I want to tell you all about our amazing Spring Break adventures, I saw this online and am so moved and carried away by this woman, who will hopefully break down the superficial-side of the talent/music industry.... Can you imagine her never being given a chance, based on her outer facade? All that ability hidden away behind a deceptive package? What do we pass by or miss out on each day when we assume, or take things at face value?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePUZ5AzAe9g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePUZ5AzAe9g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you can't view this video...go to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; susan boyle&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/21601280-2241972148766806716?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2241972148766806716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=2241972148766806716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2241972148766806716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2241972148766806716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/04/superficial-put-in-its-place.html' title='Superficial put in its place'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-2125319406468542912</id><published>2009-03-21T11:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:53:20.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from Amy...</title><content type='html'>Just watch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/bxtgLzi-aK0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/bxtgLzi-aK0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-2125319406468542912?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2125319406468542912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=2125319406468542912' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2125319406468542912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2125319406468542912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/stolen-from-amy.html' title='Stolen from Amy...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-5463372932117471767</id><published>2009-03-16T18:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:59:58.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddle</title><content type='html'>What's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;103 degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, aches &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over, has a head that will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;split&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from pain, yet is still able to kick out a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;pot-roast dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the family....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...and about every other &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate sick days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-5463372932117471767?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5463372932117471767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=5463372932117471767' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5463372932117471767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5463372932117471767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/riddle.html' title='Riddle'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-4112048733235373351</id><published>2009-03-09T20:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:07:16.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what I did today...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I saw this at my appointment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SbXXBPbt5HI/AAAAAAAAAmo/IoBQHFhgCqY/s1600-h/male+mammogram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SbXXBPbt5HI/AAAAAAAAAmo/IoBQHFhgCqY/s320/male+mammogram.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311387751875994738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys have NO IDEA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-4112048733235373351?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4112048733235373351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=4112048733235373351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4112048733235373351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4112048733235373351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-what-i-did-today.html' title='Guess what I did today...?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SbXXBPbt5HI/AAAAAAAAAmo/IoBQHFhgCqY/s72-c/male+mammogram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-5306737375033894099</id><published>2009-03-06T23:10:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:17:02.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mom... Smell my pit!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SbIQRxuO8AI/AAAAAAAAAmg/RWtTvwIi0e8/s1600-h/P1000767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SbIQRxuO8AI/AAAAAAAAAmg/RWtTvwIi0e8/s320/P1000767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310324808214310914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;There is nothing better than a boy who is excited to take a bath.... especially when it is coming from a boy with an immediate aversion to shampoo and other soap products! Even better? When it is a fabulous bubble-bath in mom and dad's huge "bubble tub!" He was so excited to tell me all the details of his fresh smelling hair, how the marker that use to decorate his fingers and hands is now gone, and of course, his "pit area" being newly doused with dad's deoderant!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom....Smell my pit!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not something you expect to hear everyday! But who can resist the bearer of the news?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SbIQAuhpemI/AAAAAAAAAmY/8dma99kdl98/s1600-h/P1000768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SbIQAuhpemI/AAAAAAAAAmY/8dma99kdl98/s320/P1000768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310324515298441826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-5306737375033894099?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5306737375033894099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=5306737375033894099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5306737375033894099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5306737375033894099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/mom-smell-my-pit.html' title='&quot;Mom... Smell my pit!&quot;'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SbIQRxuO8AI/AAAAAAAAAmg/RWtTvwIi0e8/s72-c/P1000767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-7358281649097650882</id><published>2009-02-17T20:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:26:55.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The drive home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.e-rockford.com/applesauce/files/2008/06/abba001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 304px;" src="http://blogs.e-rockford.com/applesauce/files/2008/06/abba001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ABBA...They remind me of my childhood...My first true "album" was ABBA...The songs are inspiring...They make you want to dance...and I can actually harmonize with them!! I have the "Mamma Mia" Soundtrack in my car, and I must play it quite a bit...Especially when my 6 year old says, "Play the song I like!" (which would be "Gimme Gimme Gimme"--yes--"a man after midnight!") and proceeds to sing ALL THE LYRICS to the song!! Not only those lyrics, but the lyrics to "Mamma Mia," as well as, "Lay All Your Love on Me!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I need  now, are the outfits, and a large disco ball....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-7358281649097650882?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7358281649097650882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=7358281649097650882' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/7358281649097650882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/7358281649097650882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/02/drive-home.html' title='The drive home'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-3071478598822665078</id><published>2009-02-09T20:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:33:28.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It all ends at 7:30pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.3planesoft.com/img/clock_screen01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.3planesoft.com/img/clock_screen01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thing we've got going? Our new &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;curfew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, with new &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;7:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, all persons under the age of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; must be in their pajamas, teeth brushed, faces washed/baths, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;in their rooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The said persons can then read, do extra homework, draw, read scriptures, play with toys, go to sleep (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) or write letters...As long as it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a video game, movie, loud, abrasive or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;catalystic in nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The longest they are allowed to do this is until 8:30pm, after which, it is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;lights out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why this has clicked so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;nicely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my kids...although it took a good week of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;breaking in&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; year old...Perhaps because of all the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;options&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they have? Because they get to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;cheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bedtime a little longer? All I know is  it has been my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; part of the day! I can get all those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;loose ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tied up that I couldn't do during the day. And it is (for the most part) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On most days...it makes me happy that there is an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in sight!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-3071478598822665078?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3071478598822665078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=3071478598822665078' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3071478598822665078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3071478598822665078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-all-ends-at-730pm.html' title='It all ends at 7:30pm'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-8725597340750118183</id><published>2009-02-01T21:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:36:18.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in one phrase....</title><content type='html'>Don't you hate it when you are sick....and your kids are sick....and after a few days of being really sick you decide to go to the doctor for some help (antibiotics!)...and you go to the office...pay your co-pay....see the doctor....and then...leave with no help (antibiotics!) because it's "viral?"....So you just paid $50 to go sit in an exam room, list off your woes, and get a pat on the back?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am usually a fairly positive person. A person who enjoys making that lemonade out of lemons....But not lately. I am angry. I am tired of paying that "$50" or whatever it may be, over and over, just to see myself no further along than before. Let's face it...I could never be a "Job"... I am very human, and I am a very tired, discouraged, and emotionally drained human! My catch-phrase daily is "are you kidding me?!"  As I write this, I realize how pathetic I sound. I realize all that I have to be grateful for. I realize that sometimes you just have to pay that damn $50, even and especially when you feel it's for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But very rarely, does it ever turn out to be nothing. Most often, it turns out to be the best thing that could have ever happened for you, for family, or for your situation. It's just seeing and believing in that, even when all those "lemons" begin piling up around you, and you are so sick of drinking that lemonade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life in one phrase? It can only get better? Right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-8725597340750118183?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8725597340750118183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=8725597340750118183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8725597340750118183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8725597340750118183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-life-in-one-phrase.html' title='My life in one phrase....'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-5829467283582746644</id><published>2009-01-15T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:24:58.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I am now officially the newest member of the faculty at my children's elementary school's teaching staff...I start on Tuesday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-5829467283582746644?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5829467283582746644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=5829467283582746644' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5829467283582746644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5829467283582746644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-4810097100144546430</id><published>2009-01-14T10:28:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:23:10.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure Cooker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.ebaumsworld.com/picture/AVerbene/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 473px;" src="http://media.ebaumsworld.com/picture/AVerbene/stress.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just putting it out there......I AM STRESSED!! I'm not the type to share my worries with the general public, not even my close friends and family....Perhaps I take it as a sign of weakness in myself? So it's odd and very irregular that I am typing this into a post?! Regardless, the past few weeks have really tried my soul, body, and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been looking for a job for the past couple of weeks. (Thank you economy!) I'm angry that I have to go back to work, instead of being able to finish out the school year with Simon's kindergarten only being a few hours a day, as well as an active (and boy crazy!) 5th grader, with a creative and wise 7th grader at the helm. I have been lucky, in that my husband works his amazingly cute back-side off for me, so that I have been able to stay home with my kids after the birth of my second. But sometimes, life is hard, and sacrifices have to be made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no problem with going back to work. I refuse to go into debt. I refuse to put things on credit. Case closed. I thank my father, who instilled a very strong work-ethic into me, "allowing" me to work during High School, and paying for my own College Education with summer jobs, and full-time jobs during my years of school. For the example of my grandmother, who worked a good portion of her life at the local High School for many, many years. I look at my mom, who is still on chemo, who insisted on going back to work, if even for just a couple of days a week. We don't wait for things to happen, we MAKE them happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it still stinks. And along with this avenue of my life, I have also begun the journey which is "Stake Girls Camp." As the 1st counselor, I am over camp. Almost 300 girls. I have been blessed with an AWESOME Camp Director, and assistants....but....did I mention that two of them are pregnant, and will give birth sometime between the months of april and may? That two of the Presidency I serve with are pregnant? And will give birth anywhere between march and april? This means Camp will be on me.....the President's responsibilities will be on me...and I will be on LARGE amounts of Excedrin!! (WHY WHY did I give up caffeine????!!!) I have a minimum of 3 camp meetings a month, numerous Stake meetings, firesides, trainings, ward conferences, etc. Part time job? I ALREADY GOT a part time job (LOL)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a friend who posted about healthcare. This is another source of great stress for me. I feel guilty that because of my medical needs, we have to spend so much on my prescriptions and supplies. These aren't the things you can cut out of your budget...believe me, I wish I could!! The money spent on them would basically pay our mortgage!! OUR MORTGAGE!! People without chronic diseases need to realize how lucky they are, and how much worse it could be!! (Which, in and of itself is extremely sad to say!) Regardless...I stress about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, as I'm sitting here typing this, I realize I have SO MUCH to be grateful for....SO MUCH I have been blessed with... and for every stressful item, there are a handful of things that come from that stress that are sources of blessings and happiness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also know that the Lord tests us....and that most times it is not pleasant...but in the aftermath...you see the blessings...it's just enduring until the aftermath!! I was talking to a friend about "seasons of life...." I asked her, "What about the 'season of life' that says, 'you need to win a large amount of money, travel to Greece, and go shopping in New York?!!' I want THAT season next!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sit here, waiting until noon to hear back about one of my interviews. Waiting to hear my destiny. Hopefully, I can still wear great shoes?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-4810097100144546430?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4810097100144546430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=4810097100144546430' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4810097100144546430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4810097100144546430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/pressure-cooker_14.html' title='Pressure Cooker'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-7099144714801509401</id><published>2008-12-20T11:26:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:00:23.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home for the Holidays...Yeah....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Everyone is home for the holidays....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SU1AM5--dDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/aoYRcGTwEMQ/s1600-h/dishes-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SU1AM5--dDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/aoYRcGTwEMQ/s320/dishes-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281948528443028530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enter...My hero, and early Christmas present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SU07RyJwx6I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/XERg05zkQx8/s1600-h/P1000490.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SU07RyJwx6I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/XERg05zkQx8/s320/P1000490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281943114681993122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very blessed...with the family that made the mess, and the wonderful husband who will clean it up for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-7099144714801509401?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7099144714801509401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=7099144714801509401' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/7099144714801509401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/7099144714801509401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-for-holidaysyeah.html' title='Home for the Holidays...Yeah....'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SU1AM5--dDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/aoYRcGTwEMQ/s72-c/dishes-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-8151875455813361373</id><published>2008-12-16T10:10:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:47:46.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's make some Men!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My youngest came home the other day, and said, "Mom, I want to make some MEN!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so much fun! And although we only technically made 2 men (their cut-out process was a little frustrating for a 5 year old!) our circle designs were just as cute! Plus, I have NEVER seen five jars worth of sprinkles on ONE gingerbread man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SUflXAu8WMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/BABN4A91DCY/s1600-h/P1000467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SUflXAu8WMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/BABN4A91DCY/s320/P1000467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280441271611840706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SUfh8ulzQ-I/AAAAAAAAAho/-G1p0qBj-I0/s1600-h/P1000466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SUfh8ulzQ-I/AAAAAAAAAho/-G1p0qBj-I0/s320/P1000466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280437521530176482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SUfhr8yC7CI/AAAAAAAAAhg/59jOCZOVuYg/s1600-h/P1000465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SUfhr8yC7CI/AAAAAAAAAhg/59jOCZOVuYg/s320/P1000465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280437233281854498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/21601280-8151875455813361373?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8151875455813361373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=8151875455813361373' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8151875455813361373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8151875455813361373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-make-some-men.html' title='Let&apos;s make some Men!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SUflXAu8WMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/BABN4A91DCY/s72-c/P1000467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-5012537488263028925</id><published>2008-12-08T13:53:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:50:28.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes...I'm Fabulous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/ST2SXIIQvsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/_H6Vk3Lo6AU/s1600-h/fabblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/ST2SXIIQvsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/_H6Vk3Lo6AU/s320/fabblog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277535264364871362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my beautiful niece (in-law ; ) ) Amanda, for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; stating the obvious...JUST KIDDING! I hang out with her and my other wonderful niece Stephanie, so I can pretend I'm young and cool....Is it working?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five blogs that I adore, and look at every day, and who are truly worthy of the word FABULOUS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.melissasmysteriesandmusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt;: She is my blogging-world, new-best-friend, soul mate...We have always just "gotten" each other. She keeps it real, and someday, maybe on Dec. 27th?, we will meet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.cjanerun.blogspot.com/"&gt;CJane Run&lt;/a&gt;: Courtney, though I don't even know her, has given me a glimpse into an amazing family of love and support...Whenever I need a "lift," I read her blog. Her sister, Stephanie, or "NieNie," is traveling an inspirational road of recovery...you may have heard about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.caor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carrie Ann&lt;/a&gt;: She is my Martha Stewart meets Project Runway guru...She is amazing!! She is one of the most creative people I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.kasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kacy&lt;/a&gt;: She just makes me laugh! She's smart, sassy, and makes you think about things you normally wouldn't...like &lt;a href="http://www.kasm.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-chen-fei-screamed-i-felt-weird.html"&gt;"When Chen Fei Screamed I Felt Weird"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://www.sandovalfamilia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.barlowclan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;: Yes.....trying to be cool by association...And they pretend that I am!! I love to see all their babies and kids growing up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five Fabulous Things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;SHOES&lt;/span&gt;..........enough said.....you've read the title of my blog.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) My &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ballet&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Pilates&lt;/span&gt; classes each Wednesday night...what a fun and FABULOUS escape each week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://http://www.asseenontv.com/prod-pages/flexi_fit_lid.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Flexi-Fit lids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....yes....you heard me....I HATE trying to find the right lid for the right tupperware bowl...This is an item I would actually buy from a late-night TV ad (just asked Andy how giddy I was when I saw it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) My &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Blackberry&lt;/span&gt;....I just feel better, neater, and more "FABULOUS" with it...I love that I can text, talk, email, and photograph from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Books&lt;/span&gt;....Cannot read them fast enough.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6?) And I must include &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;my husband&lt;/span&gt;....who puts a pillow over his head while I'm reading all my books!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright ladies, here are the rules to receiving this award:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have to pass it on to 5 other fabulous blogs in a post.&lt;br /&gt;2. You have to list 5 of your fabulous addictions in the post.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must copy and paste the rules and the instructions below in the post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instructions:On your post of receiving this award, make sure you include the person that gave you the award and link it back to them. When you post your five winners, make sure you link them as well. To add the award to your post, simply right-click, save image, then "add image" it in your post as a picture so your winners can save it as To add it to your sidebar, add the "picture" gadget. Also, don't forget to let your winners know they won an award from you by emailing them or leaving a comment on their blog.Now get to it I can't wait to see your creativity in recreating your own blog awards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-5012537488263028925?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5012537488263028925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=5012537488263028925' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5012537488263028925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5012537488263028925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesim-fabulous.html' title='Yes...I&apos;m Fabulous!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/ST2SXIIQvsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/_H6Vk3Lo6AU/s72-c/fabblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-6449298160566229222</id><published>2008-12-03T08:54:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:29:56.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Trying to be like Jesus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.senseicorp.com/senseiForWeightLoss/uploaded_images/soda-752554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 283px;" src="http://www.senseicorp.com/senseiForWeightLoss/uploaded_images/soda-752554.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...have you read the latest Ensign and New Era?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the line has been drawn, and I've known for years which side I have been on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing the New Era December edition, and there it was...A huge article on ENERGY drinks (not a problem) as well as CAFFINATED drinks (problem?). I told myself, "Yeah...the youth really shouldn't be drinking that stuff..." I kinda equated it with the "NoDoz" phase of my teen years. But then, I went to read the new Ensign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAM!! Five full pages of "Laura, this one's for you!!" (the following is MY interpretation, and is how I AM reacting to its message...) I've known for years the gray line I've walked....I'm not one of those who have to have their 44 ounce mugs constantly full...but, I've attributed it to " I don't have many options, since I'm a diabetic...there is not a lot of diet Sprite on tap!!" to other self-appointed beliefs of "it helps settle my stomach....it helps with my migraines...." But, all the way, I've known it to be true...My yummy Diet Dr Pepper, or Diet Mountain Dew, or Sonic Diet Coke with Vanilla was just a marvelous and intoxicating mirage...The line has now definitely been drawn, and I have to choose a side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have plenty that I need to work on...So as I considered the articles, of course I thought the eloquent, "if this is the WORSE thing I do...." statement. Then my dear husband came home. I showed him the articles...and I waited. This would be my moral compass on the issue...which I thought would definitely fall on a pre-conceived side (my man works HARD for the money, and sometimes works 20 hour days...hence his delight in beverages that allow him to work HARD for the money for those 20 hour days...). I surely thought he'd say, "well...we aren't addicted....I do it for work, you do it for health choices..." or something like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm done...I'm not drinking it (caffeine) any more..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the clincher for my husband...and probably should have been for me...in the article it stated, "...the Word of Wisdom does not specifically prohibit caffeine. However, I believe that if we follow the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of the Word of Wisdom, we will be very careful about what we consume, particularly any substance that can have a negative impact on our bodes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I thought of a recent talk I gave at a Stake Young Women Conference...and one of my favorite scripture references I had quoted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And behold, the watchman upon the tower would have seen the enemy while he was afar off; and then ye could have made ready and kept the enemy from breaking down the hedge thereof, and saved my vineyard fromt he hands of the destroyer." (D&amp;amp;C 101:54)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We DO have a watchman...Pres. Monson...He knows what's coming...We are simply down among the hedges, presuming our safety...Whether it's drinks, modesty issues, or morality, HE KNOWS what the adversary will strike at to make us less than what we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure, it's time to draw the line, and be on the right side! (At least I know this is one less thing to worry about!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...farewell my sweet elixirs...hello to Fresca and other mouth-watering liquid Meccas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We even made it a family statement...so now I KNOW I'm bound, because I have three extra pairs of eyes, ever-vigilant for the cause!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-6449298160566229222?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6449298160566229222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=6449298160566229222' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/6449298160566229222'/><link rel='self' 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flashvars="file=http://a230.g.akamai.net/7/230/41248/v001/toyotastream.download.akamai.com/41248/studiol/videos/flv/low/Lines Heels_query_LO.flv&amp;amp;image=http://lstudio.lexus.com/_img/previews/HighHeels_500x281.jpg&amp;amp;src=http://lstudio.lexus.com/EmbeddablePlayer.swf&amp;amp;displaywidth=500&amp;amp;displayheight=281&amp;amp;title=THE HIGH HEEL&amp;amp;more=http://lstudio.lexus.com/#vid847" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="500" height="333" name="EmbeddablePlayer" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll take one of each!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-5222541818979039843?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5222541818979039843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=5222541818979039843' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5222541818979039843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5222541818979039843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-kind-of-documentary.html' title='My Kind of Documentary!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-4442974989691681561</id><published>2008-11-10T16:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:51:23.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.desicomments.com/uploads/2008/02/friendship-graphics1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 358px;" src="http://www.desicomments.com/uploads/2008/02/friendship-graphics1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got off the phone with one of my closest friends...She lives far away in North Carolina...We use to live just a block away from each other...We served in Young Womens together...Our children played together...We would go to "Witches Night Out" at Gardiner Village each October...We would have game nights were the adults would play, and the kids would tear up the house...We would giggle and be silly at times...Cry and give hugs at other times...Try and live our lives to the best of our abilities...I would always call her (sometimes daily) with the question, "How do I say "this" (insert any trauma I needed to deal with), without offending the person?" She always gives great advice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss our talks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this picture, and it reminded me of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we greet each other, it's always with, "Hello, my Friend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice way to spend the afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-4442974989691681561?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4442974989691681561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=4442974989691681561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4442974989691681561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4442974989691681561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/11/such-goodness.html' title='Such Goodness'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-81891426023567254</id><published>2008-11-10T09:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:16:29.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare on Jefferson...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://themoviebar.net/blog3/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://themoviebar.net/blog3/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/119.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever have those nightmares where something so horrible...REALLY horrible...happens and you wake up wondering if in some sub-conscious area of your mind, you are psychotic? Evil?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Neither do I...&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/21601280-81891426023567254?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/81891426023567254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=81891426023567254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/81891426023567254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/81891426023567254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/11/nightmare-on-jefferson.html' title='Nightmare on Jefferson...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-341487821929169934</id><published>2008-11-06T13:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:14:55.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.zdnet.com/open-source/images/sick-dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 317px;" src="http://blogs.zdnet.com/open-source/images/sick-dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling "yucky" for the past week (I'm still trying to see how getting a flu shot is helpful, when it's the shot that made me sick?!!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need ANY home-grown, holistic, voodoo, over-the-counter remedies that might bring this body back to life!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my list: Congestion, COUGHING, aches, fever, chills, COUGHING, monster-voice, cranky, COUGHING, slimey goop in the throat (tmi?) and of course, COUGHING...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-341487821929169934?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/341487821929169934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=341487821929169934' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/341487821929169934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/341487821929169934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and Tired'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-3500395778037846871</id><published>2008-11-03T20:58:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:37:30.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November 4th 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We vote tomorrow for the seat that has been the subject of all aspects of news from CNN to SNL...We vote for the person to hopefully lead this country to better days and better times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It amazes me the names (good and bad) that I've heard these candidates called during the past two years...I believe each to be good men, who want nothing but the best for our country and its people...I do not believe either to be evil or the "devil-incarnate"...I believe each to be our brother, and each to be a child of God, regardless of the direction or path they would like to take to make the country a better place, in their eyes...I would think it makes our Father sad to know some of the things that have been said about both parties...for these are still His children, someone's son, someone's husband and someone's father...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love our country, and the right we have to vote and participate...I love that I have friends who think exactly opposite of me in this election, yet we still love and respect each other...I don't call them "ridiculous," and they don't call me a "follower of Satan..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that we can still retain our individualism, but stay united as a country when all is said and done...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.truthdig.com/images/eartothegrounduploads/AP_obamccain32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.truthdig.com/images/eartothegrounduploads/AP_obamccain32.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-3500395778037846871?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3500395778037846871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=3500395778037846871' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3500395778037846871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3500395778037846871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-4th-2008.html' title='November 4th 2008'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-7802722898552518666</id><published>2008-10-28T10:06:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:48:17.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FHE-our "Festive Halloween Evening"</title><content type='html'>We had our annual pre-Halloween FHE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S had been waiting for this moment since we got our pumpkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQiRTSylJvI/AAAAAAAAAZk/48pNbtw4Bi8/s1600-h/P1000335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQiRTSylJvI/AAAAAAAAAZk/48pNbtw4Bi8/s320/P1000335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262615925229954802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always great when Dad shows you how to NOT play with the knives?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQiRHBjb2-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/mWfzi1GNiaI/s1600-h/P1000336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQiRHBjb2-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/mWfzi1GNiaI/s320/P1000336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262615714444598242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that face!! (And the pumpkin's not bad either!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQiQ5lgDbqI/AAAAAAAAAZU/4VnEbRECfTs/s1600-h/P1000337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQiQ5lgDbqI/AAAAAAAAAZU/4VnEbRECfTs/s320/P1000337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262615483575922338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pumpkin probably weighed more than K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdE5E0-OXI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ZwRGcBlNyCU/s1600-h/P1000338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdE5E0-OXI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ZwRGcBlNyCU/s320/P1000338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262250436944869746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad helping make the sketch, a reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdErlgzXsI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jvGAMeVqYIs/s1600-h/P1000339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdErlgzXsI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jvGAMeVqYIs/s320/P1000339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262250205200473794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always trying to gross out the crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdEcRoYQZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/AnREV7dof38/s1600-h/P1000340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdEcRoYQZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/AnREV7dof38/s320/P1000340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262249942165504402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin carving takes a talented hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdEPq2_vGI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TQG-YVPGJmU/s1600-h/P1000342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdEPq2_vGI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TQG-YVPGJmU/s320/P1000342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262249725599399010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E's pumpkin bread was the highlight of the evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdEBed1VOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/R39plyXu4RA/s1600-h/P1000343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdEBed1VOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/R39plyXu4RA/s320/P1000343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262249481754465506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdDkznMtOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/oiuhrEtXoa0/s1600-h/P1000345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdDkznMtOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/oiuhrEtXoa0/s320/P1000345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262248989214684386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing touches to the "purrfect" pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdDV_B7NWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/nijwZAZqu-o/s1600-h/P1000346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdDV_B7NWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/nijwZAZqu-o/s320/P1000346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262248734581536098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdDIYfBEZI/AAAAAAAAAYU/718WP-l8FH4/s1600-h/P1000347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdDIYfBEZI/AAAAAAAAAYU/718WP-l8FH4/s320/P1000347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262248500896272786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is why you cover your table with garbage bags for easy clean-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdC7JSjo4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/toRCxIe0K6o/s1600-h/P1000348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdC7JSjo4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/toRCxIe0K6o/s320/P1000348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262248273479181186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to roast the pumpkin seeds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdCsnix73I/AAAAAAAAAYE/QgP5CAbZoXg/s1600-h/P1000349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdCsnix73I/AAAAAAAAAYE/QgP5CAbZoXg/s320/P1000349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262248023902252914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting our porch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdCe7aWyVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/9uQWqaxumn0/s1600-h/P1000352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdCe7aWyVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/9uQWqaxumn0/s320/P1000352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262247788717459794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...they're not that scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdCPgCEfuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ZnSqCVmImOU/s1600-h/P1000353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQdCPgCEfuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ZnSqCVmImOU/s320/P1000353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262247523669802722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-7802722898552518666?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7802722898552518666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=7802722898552518666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/7802722898552518666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/7802722898552518666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/10/fhe-our-festive-halloween-evening.html' title='FHE-our &quot;Festive Halloween Evening&quot;'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SQiRTSylJvI/AAAAAAAAAZk/48pNbtw4Bi8/s72-c/P1000335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-6434513287141057918</id><published>2008-10-22T18:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:20:35.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SP_CyyU701I/AAAAAAAAAXs/pjqGYkoeeSw/s1600-h/nylind_ballet460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SP_CyyU701I/AAAAAAAAAXs/pjqGYkoeeSw/s400/nylind_ballet460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260137067550856018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many (many) years ago...I was "one of those girls," who dedicated 2-3 days a week to ballet...I was in the "advanced" class, with all the long and lean ballerinas and their pink pointe shoes...I used to fantasize about the day I would be like them...I used to dream about when my boobs would shrink and disappear (I was filling a nice B-cup very, VERY early!) and some of my curvy areas would melt away...Yes, there were the "weigh-ins," where you tried your hardest not to look at the teacher as you stepped onto the scale...BUT...I LOVED it (the ballet, not the weigh-ins)!! To this day one of my guilty pleasures is the movie "Center Stage," because it whisks me away to yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jr. High and High School, it was less ballet, and more JAZZ (look out Paula Abdul!) It wasn't until I was taking a Jazz class at BYU, that the instructor (who DID choreograph for Paula!) asked me if I had studied Ballet? The reason? My extension was obvious, and my instantly pointed toes were sure give aways of past training. I hadn't really thought about it, but at that moment, I MISSED ballet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you get married...you work and finish school...work...have a kid...work...have a kid...become a SAHM...infertility...4 years...have a kid...and somewhere between being a wife, mom, "Sista!" in your church callings, and friend, you slowly lose parts of a former life...a former "you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...A couple of weeks ago I signed up for a Pilates class at the facility where my daughter takes dance...I LOVE it!! Last week, I went early and noticed they had an Adult Ballet class going on the hour before my Pilates class...Instinctively, I knew what I would do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to the instructor, who is also my Pilates instructor, I was on a high! I found out that since I have background in the fundamentals, and since adult training can be different than that of your adolescents, that I might be able to find myself in POINTE SHOES in the near future!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I timidly went to the "dance store?" I was instantly mesmorized by leotards, skirts, ballet slippers, pointe shoes, leg warmers, and everything "ballet!" Now, I was LESS mesmorized by myself in those items in the dressing room...but none the less, still very excited and elated to begin this journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...In a little over an hour...I will go to my first class, followed by my always-a-delight Pilates class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nutcracker will be even better this year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-6434513287141057918?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6434513287141057918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=6434513287141057918' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/6434513287141057918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/6434513287141057918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/10/secret-wish.html' title='Secret Wish'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SP_CyyU701I/AAAAAAAAAXs/pjqGYkoeeSw/s72-c/nylind_ballet460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-8135228334826328857</id><published>2008-10-16T12:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:28:09.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not seeing it...</title><content type='html'>The debate was last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part I was very focused on was the health-care portion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a diabetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is self-employed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are "covered" (if you can call it that!) by insurance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pay $1600 A MONTH six months out of the year for my medical needs/supplies (I have a prescription ceiling in my coverage, which I'm lucky to have at all, because most private, or small company health plans make it very hard, or next to impossible to cover people with pre-existing conditions--We can't qualify for "HIP", because our income is too high, and you must be denied coverage to qualify, which I can't allow to happen because if I did allow for a gap in my medical coverage, I would NEVER be able to get health-care coverage in the future, because there can be no gaps in coverage when changing from one plan to another...) This yearly amount, NOT INCLUDING the new pump I paid a $3700 co-pay on, is $9600...This is like paying TWO mortgages each month!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...McCain suggests a $5000 incentive to "help" cover insurance costs...That is laughable to me, and to every other American out there who are paying ridiculous amounts not only for their premiums, but out-of-pocket expenses not "covered" by one's "coverage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insurance companies are getting RICH...They are collecting on the fact that people like me need coverage to survive...Don't even get me started on the manufacturers of diabetic supplies and medicine, and how much money they pocket from the diseases that WE live with...I did NOT ask to be a diabetic...I did not do something in my lifestyle, other than have a genetic factor, which manifested itself when I was 20...My mother did NOT ask for Breast Cancer...so why does she have to spend $350 (which is her CO-PAY price!) for THREE pills EVERY WEEK to help her with the pain and sickness of CHEMO to fight the ravishes of cancer?!! How is this "helping" the American people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a quote from last night's debate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Schieffer&lt;/b&gt;: All right, let's go to a new topic, health care. Given the current economic situation, would either of you now favor controlling health care costs over expanding health care coverage? The question is first to Sen. Obama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Obama&lt;/b&gt;: We've got to do both, and that's exactly what my plan does.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Look, as I travel around the country, this is the issue that will break your heart over and over again. Just yesterday, I was in Toledo shaking some hands in a line. Two women, both of them probably in their mid- to late-50s, had just been laid off of their plant. Neither of them have health insurance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; And they were desperate for some way of getting coverage, because, understandably, they're worried that, if they get sick, they could go bankrupt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; So here's what my plan does. If you have health insurance, then you don't have to do anything. If you've got health insurance through your employer, you can keep your health insurance, keep your choice of doctor, keep your plan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; The only thing we're going to try to do is lower costs so that those cost savings are passed onto you. And we estimate we can cut the average family's premium by about $2,500 per year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; If you don't have health insurance, then what we're going to do is to provide you the option of buying into the same kind of federal pool that both Sen. McCain and I enjoy as federal employees, which will give you high-quality care, choice of doctors, at lower costs, because so many people are part of this insured group.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; We're going to make sure that insurance companies can't discriminate on the basis of pre-existing conditions. We'll negotiate with the drug companies for the cheapest available price on drugs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; We are going to invest in information technology to eliminate bureaucracy and make the system more efficient.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; And we are going to make sure that we manage chronic illnesses, like diabetes and heart disease, that cost a huge amount, but could be prevented. We've got to put more money into preventive care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; This will cost some money on the front end, but over the long term this is the only way that not only are we going to make families healthy, but it's also how we're going to save the federal budget, because we can't afford these escalating costs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Schieffer&lt;/b&gt;: All right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I see OPTIONS...I don't see Socialism...No one is making anyone do anything they don't want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm not seeing it...What's the problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-8135228334826328857?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8135228334826328857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=8135228334826328857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8135228334826328857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8135228334826328857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-seeing-it.html' title='Not seeing it...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-2402523184059476551</id><published>2008-09-29T16:56:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:07:53.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whazzz Up?!</title><content type='html'>Yes...I've been a blogger-slacker...But not a life-slacker...Here's some of what I've been up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canning Freak: If I have it, I've canned it!! Home-grown tomatoes w/ home-grown basil, pear tomatoes with basil, fresh tomato salsa, fresh tomato salsa with jalapeno peppers, zucchini w/basil, and peaches....Wintertime will be SO NICE when I break these out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SOF3chlu-NI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/n-FBhTuLg3s/s1600-h/P1000319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SOF3chlu-NI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/n-FBhTuLg3s/s400/P1000319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251609972427389138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also been making veteran and military "thank you" stars for school...Isn't my dad handsome?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SOF4CbjWZYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/xSFkdwWyZv8/s1600-h/P1000292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SOF4CbjWZYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/xSFkdwWyZv8/s400/P1000292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251610623641806210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up to Heber Valley Camp, scoping out our campsite for next year for our Stake Girls Camp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SOF40VQzhHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EuwsASR6P5g/s1600-h/P1000309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SOF40VQzhHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EuwsASR6P5g/s400/P1000309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251611480946869362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still laughing at the BEST back-t0-school story...My youngest comes home with a huge smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SOF5dFxZ15I/AAAAAAAAAWo/b0zpaJCdl7g/s1600-h/P1000279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SOF5dFxZ15I/AAAAAAAAAWo/b0zpaJCdl7g/s400/P1000279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251612181163267986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he turns around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SOF568ZG_DI/AAAAAAAAAWw/dM8Ew8qbkQg/s1600-h/P1000280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SOF568ZG_DI/AAAAAAAAAWw/dM8Ew8qbkQg/s400/P1000280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251612694041525298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a close-up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SOF6SISSm4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/rE6rEbAX6KM/s1600-h/P1000281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SOF6SISSm4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/rE6rEbAX6KM/s400/P1000281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251613092371143554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I say, "So S....What happened to your shirt?""&lt;br /&gt;s: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "What happened to your shirt?"&lt;br /&gt;s: (looking at the back of his shirt) "Oh...I was trying to pet the dog..."&lt;br /&gt;me: (my turn) "What?!"&lt;br /&gt;s: "I was trying to pet the dog...but there was a fence..."&lt;br /&gt;me: "Whose dog was it? What fence?"&lt;br /&gt;s: "I got caught on the fence, when I tried to pet the dog..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL do not know whose dog it was, or how my son got hooked into that fence....but the pictures pretty much speak for themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have book club tomorrow with some dear friends...there are seven of us...each time a different person chooses the book, and hosts the evening...the author of the book is going to be there...I'm on page 13 of the book...I've had it for over a month...I just cannot get into it!! I'm trying to think of a way to stall, so that I arrive AFTER the author has gone ( I don't want to sit there and "act" like I enjoyed it...I'm not very good at that!) Perhaps I'll have a miracle tonight, and somehow read 300+ pages...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been tight around the homestead lately...But I'm lucky in that I have a "Gwen-mart" card....What?...You don't have a "Gwen-mart" card? They are delightful!! This is how they work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an AWFUL week...we are talking a "no good, VERY bad" week! (TOO MANY details to tell...plus it just gets me all worked up and ugly...I  had to get my Bishop to give me a blessing to aid in curbing my anger...I basically joined the Navy last week, with the language I was using!) You feel overwhelmed, angry, anxious, and have no food in the fridge...Step in, "Gwen-mart!" I got to go shopping in my sis' luxury pantry--we are talking a pantry as big as a small store!! Not only did she fill my fridge, she let me vent (swear!) and filled my calloused heart with some needed TLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know the beauty that is "Gwen-mart!!"&lt;br /&gt;(Yes---she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; as wonderful as she sounds!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching the debates...the bailout...the View...CNN...the Office...(the TRULY important one ; )   ) Obama or McCain?  Another "monetary plan?"  Elisabeth vs. Joy? Will Michael ever hook up with Holly? Such a plethora of issues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily, life still has its moments...This is how I found my son the other day...I wish life could always be like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SOGAwsCX6wI/AAAAAAAAAXA/226F9UbRXXI/s1600-h/P1000276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SOGAwsCX6wI/AAAAAAAAAXA/226F9UbRXXI/s400/P1000276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251620214433901314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SOGEf05kOoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zH2LaCmupHY/s1600-h/Photo+63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SOGEf05kOoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zH2LaCmupHY/s400/Photo+63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251624322801613442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peace out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-2402523184059476551?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2402523184059476551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=2402523184059476551' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2402523184059476551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2402523184059476551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/09/whazzz-up.html' title='Whazzz Up?!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SOF3chlu-NI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/n-FBhTuLg3s/s72-c/P1000319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-4767449172568353922</id><published>2008-09-11T14:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:56:36.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://maremare1225.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/iwo-9-11-final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://maremare1225.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/iwo-9-11-final.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory still takes me back to that day...when time truly stood "still..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-4767449172568353922?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4767449172568353922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=4767449172568353922' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4767449172568353922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4767449172568353922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/09/still.html' title='Still'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-5049457397227189164</id><published>2008-09-09T21:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:40:46.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today on Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SMdBnU1UryI/AAAAAAAAAWA/s6WSZr4viYY/s1600-h/Nie-Recovery-Button.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SMdBnU1UryI/AAAAAAAAAWA/s6WSZr4viYY/s400/Nie-Recovery-Button.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244232434959298338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injured blogger inspires support...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 9: People around the world are coming together to support a blogger who, along with her husband, was seriously injured in a plane crash. Her siblings discuss the tragedy and the power of the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/26184891/vp/26621202#26621202"&gt;today.msnbc.msn.com/id/26184891/vp/26621202#26621202&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-5049457397227189164?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5049457397227189164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=5049457397227189164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5049457397227189164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5049457397227189164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-on-today.html' title='Today on Today'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SMdBnU1UryI/AAAAAAAAAWA/s6WSZr4viYY/s72-c/Nie-Recovery-Button.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-4862851645975767037</id><published>2008-08-25T19:07:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:10:59.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Salty Path from Martin's Cove to Rock Creek Hollow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dunganddunger.net/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/pioneers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.dunganddunger.net/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/pioneers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy...This post is big for me...I want to do it justice...I want to try and convey my thoughts in a way that will express what I felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Youth Conference this year, it was amazing how many kids who shared their testimony at its conclusion, started with the phrase..."I didn't want to go..." and then shared how the experience changed their lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was me in regards to this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last week before school was to start. My eldest son needed to register for his classes for his first year of Junior High, and my other children all needed to meet their teachers, etc. at Back to School night...All of which are expertise areas of "Mom." The adversary was indeed working very hard on me...Giving me HUGE amounts of guilt ("You are a bad Mom--putting your calling ahead of your kids--"). It was awful. But thanks to my wonderful husband, who promised me that he would take care of "everything," I packed my bags, and got up at 5am the next morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way--there is nothing funnier than 9 adults in a HUGE 10 passenger van...You learn A LOT about everyone!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Martin's Cove that afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was vivid, yet quiet and peaceful. It was overcast, with clouds threatening to dump their contents out upon us...but they never did, which made the paths gentle, and cool. As I began to walk along the 5 mile loop of the cove, I was nervous and anxious as I waited for some type of emotion to overtake me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kept waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wound around the last bend before the actual cove, I heard whispers from behind me. I looked back to see what the Stake President was saying...only to find that I was all alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SLYvLtfRL5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/s5R3WrWA-C8/s1600-h/P1000164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SLYvLtfRL5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/s5R3WrWA-C8/s320/P1000164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239427094727962514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ugly, shuddering, messy sobs that came from the deepest niches of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we came to the top of the cove, there was an area to sit and overlook the site. I had to sit a few rows back from my group, until I felt I could compose myself...I then took my place by my fellow YW presidency, and began to listen to the cute missionary couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A young couple fell in love on their journey to Salt Lake. So in love were they, that instead of getting married along the trail, which many did, they were vigilant in their desire to only be married under the sealing ordinances of God, through the prophet...So they had decided to postpone their marriage until reaching Salt Lake..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The young man was a help to many...always called upon to help those who had lost loved ones, stoke the lingering fires, bury those who had died, and provide whatever he was called upon to do..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When the group reached the cove to find shelter from the icy snow and frigid winds, the young man died from exposure...leaving behind the love of his life and their dream of eternal covenants..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It was widely known that the ground would be too frozen to allow for a proper burial, and thus the bodies were generally left to the elements...around the next bend in the cove...and in the pitch of the night, one could hear the howling and fighting of the wolves as they came upon the freshly laid bodies of those dear loved ones..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SLYv9kz7VxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/JwakMpwkRdM/s1600-h/P1000166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SLYv9kz7VxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/JwakMpwkRdM/s320/P1000166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239427951392151314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As the men came to take the young man to his final resting place, his dear love, removing the bright red shawl she had worn throughout her journey, wrapped him inside it's warmth, and told the men to please hang his body wrapped in this cover, from the tops of the trees, as to avoid the certain predators of the night..."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As she left the cove, she looked back upon the bright red shawl, hanging in the trees..."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Several months after arriving in Salt Lake, she inquired about her dearly departed, and if recent travelers had seen him amongst the trees...Quietly they told her that they only saw the red shawl, as it blew in the breeze..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sobbing...uncontrollably...with the ugly sounds that accompany it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked back with our cart, I was able to recover a bit, through casual conversation and taking in the imagery of my surroundings. Even the animals (and we saw and came close to so many deer, birds, rabbits, (snakes!) all seemed to know the reverent and sacred nature of their habitat, for it was silent, and sweet...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SLYw44pyMvI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zkhZmxlpUTA/s1600-h/P1000156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SLYw44pyMvI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zkhZmxlpUTA/s320/P1000156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239428970330600178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to Sixth Crossing, which is one of the nine crossings made over the river in this area...We sat for two hours in the van to get to this next point...The pioneers walked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived and walked along the river paths...I took home rocks and pebbles from the paths for my children...Then the rain came and cut our visit short...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SLYxdeW9jYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/XvjZOTfUXb4/s1600-h/P1000197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SLYxdeW9jYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/XvjZOTfUXb4/s320/P1000197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239429598927490434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the rain seemed to clear, we headed for Rock Creek Hollow, where the second rescue happened...where thirteen died the night they arrived, with two more deaths by morning...Ages from small little children, to those my age and a little older...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a fenced area, there is a monument laid over the circle grave where these individuals were buried...When President Hinckley instructed the position of this monument, they found in that place a child's bonnet, and an adult boot...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SLYyMVjlv2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/yrOCdrsAJOU/s1600-h/P1000201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SLYyMVjlv2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/yrOCdrsAJOU/s320/P1000201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239430404018388834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The names of those who died are engraved on this monument, as well as a small grave beside it...Each person has a story...One child had a younger brother who had just walked up the hill known as Rocky Ridge, and told his older brother he could go no further...The older brother took his young sibling upon his back, and walked and tredged in the elements to Rock Creek Hollow, where he sat his brother down, and then laid down, and passed on...Another story of a girl who was 9 named Bodil Mortensen, who was sent to go get sagebrush to keep her family's fire going...She was found the next morning leaning against the wheel of their cart, with the sagebrush still clasped in her hands...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SLYypaAYxAI/AAAAAAAAAVo/twWmfaVtpL4/s1600-h/P1000203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SLYypaAYxAI/AAAAAAAAAVo/twWmfaVtpL4/s320/P1000203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239430903429121026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then went by the huge amphitheater where devotionals can be held, where there are two more fenced areas of unknown graves along the hill...There is a fence just beyond this area, which leads to a beautiful glen, along the river...As we entered this area, the Missionary couple told us the following story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A few weeks ago, a youth group came here for their Trek...Among them was a leader who had recently lost a young son. He and his son had been horse-back riding, and during that time, the father had asked his son to hold onto the reins of the horse while he attended to something...The young boy wrapped his hand in the leather strap as he waited...Something then spooked the horse, and all this father could do was watch as his son was dragged to his death..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This leader was among the group at the amphitheater, during a devotional happening at the time. As he looked over to the gate beyond this area, he saw a young girl...even making eye contact with her...When he later looked for her, she was gone..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SLYzf-2asfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Fv99JHRpr8I/s1600-h/P1000221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SLYzf-2asfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Fv99JHRpr8I/s320/P1000221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239431841032352242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He awoke the next morning, still wondering why he had seen this girl, and for what purpose. He went to the gated area, and knelt in prayer...She came to him as she had before...She said that she had been the same age as his son when she had died...She said that they were friends, and that he wanted his father to know that it was not his fault, that he was fine, and that he loved him...and then she was gone..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tissues were globs of mucus...my sobs were unrelenting...my heart was pounding...It was another testament of how thin and transparent the veil had been during this trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear all of the time "Why did they have to go through this?" or "Why did God not bend the winds and storms?" and I feel I have an answer...This was a lesson not for ANY of them...for their testimonies were sure and solid before these trials, in that they all went where the Lord told them to go, despite grave and harrowing circumstances...This lesson was for US...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Elaine S. Dalton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A little over a year ago, my husband and I visited Nauvoo. As we walked through the Old Pioneer Cemetery searching for the grave of an ancestor, Zina Baker Huntington, I was touched by the peaceful solitude and spirit I felt. I walked through the trees and read the names on the gravestones, many of them children and families. I wept as my heart was turned to our forefathers, many of whom had joined the Church and come to Nauvoo. In my mind I asked many questions: Why did they leave their comfortable homes and families? Why did they suffer persecution, sickness, even death? Why did they sacrifice all that they had to come to this place and build a temple? They hardly had shelter, and yet they were building a temple! Why did they do it? And when the temple was nearly completed, how could they leave it behind? As I sat silently contemplating this scene, the answer came forcefully yet softly to my mind and heart: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“We did this for you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" name="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those words, “We did this for you,” reminded me that our ancestors, along with many other faithful Saints, sacrificed everything because of their testimonies and faith in Jesus Christ. They knew that the gospel had been restored to the earth once more and that they were led by a prophet of God. They knew that the Book of Mormon was true and understood its message and witness. They knew that through the restoration of priesthood keys, families could be sealed together for eternity through holy priesthood ordinances available only in a temple. They knew that temple work was the key to the salvation and exaltation of the human family. They knew the importance of this work, and they were willing to give all that they had in order to provide a house acceptable to the Lord wherein this holy work could be performed. They sacrificed everything so that past and future generations would have access to the eternal blessings of the temple."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did this for our generation...They did this for all the young men who aren't sure about going on missions...They did this for people who question if it is worth waiting for a temple marriage...They did this as an example of the faith necessary to return to our Father in Heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did this, for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-4862851645975767037?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4862851645975767037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=4862851645975767037' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4862851645975767037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4862851645975767037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-salty-path-from-martins-cove-to-rock.html' title='My Salty Path from Martin&apos;s Cove to Rock Creek Hollow'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SLYvLtfRL5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/s5R3WrWA-C8/s72-c/P1000164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-1801381103949218476</id><published>2008-08-21T08:06:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:44:25.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>STILL Together.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SK198TuvkcI/AAAAAAAAAUw/QBuNMT8t6WY/s1600-h/flowers+aniver.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SK198TuvkcI/AAAAAAAAAUw/QBuNMT8t6WY/s320/flowers+aniver.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236980416743707074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated our&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17th Wedding Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday...Where has the time gone? If we were to list all that has happened during that time, I'm sure that we could have several books published, as well as have a really good shot at winning the "Last Comic Standing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing? I'm more in love with him now, than I ever thought possible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the next seventeen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SK1-a9g2V4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/ASyxxNfbXmg/s1600-h/2008+annivers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SK1-a9g2V4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/ASyxxNfbXmg/s320/2008+annivers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236980943355795330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-1801381103949218476?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1801381103949218476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=1801381103949218476' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/1801381103949218476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/1801381103949218476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-together.html' title='STILL Together.....'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SK198TuvkcI/AAAAAAAAAUw/QBuNMT8t6WY/s72-c/flowers+aniver.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-3046353841666593636</id><published>2008-08-13T09:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:49:15.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lisabearnson.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_1083-729061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.lisabearnson.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_1083-729061.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am off to Wyoming early tomorrow morning...The Stake Presidency and YW and YM Presidencies are going on a pre-pre-pre-Trek visit (I say "pre" because we don't have trek until August of 2010!) I have never been to Martin's Cove, Sixth Crossing, and other sites...but I am planning on stopping by Costco to get an ample supply of toilet paper, for what I'm sure will be an emotional and very spiritual experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a direct descendant of George Q. Cannon...he was among those who traveled with Brigham Young...and when they reached the Salt Lake Valley, he was asked to keep going, and founded what we know as St. George...Can you imagine thinking "Wow, we finally got here!!" only to be told to continue on?! The amazing amount of faith and love our pioneers had!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was less than happy that I had to go...with school starting, my oldest in Jr. High, my youngest in Kindergarten, I felt very torn...But I had a session in the temple that told me in very unmistakable terms that I needed to go...(dang!! When the Lord lays it out for you, that you cannot deny something, you go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm off at 6am (which might as well be 4am for me!!) in a 10 passenger van with my fellow Stake cohorts...it should be a very colorful, hilarious, spiritual, and overwhelming trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Come, Come ye Saints...No toil nor labor fear... But with joy...wend your way..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-3046353841666593636?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3046353841666593636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=3046353841666593636' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3046353841666593636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3046353841666593636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/08/wyoming.html' title='Wyoming'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-6872483807278081000</id><published>2008-07-21T15:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:04:05.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SIYgVp4D5lI/AAAAAAAAAUo/76NVgMtwFUs/s1600-h/me+%26+kim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SIYgVp4D5lI/AAAAAAAAAUo/76NVgMtwFUs/s320/me+%26+kim.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225899974000371282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DEAR friend &lt;a href="http://sharermoments.blogspot.com"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; and I hooked up today...SO MUCH FUN!!! I really miss the talks we'd have on our front porches together...the callings we had together (the red koolaid in our hair, the sumo costumes we put on!)...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the gossip we shared togeher?&lt;/span&gt;..So here we are....&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Admire the beauty!&lt;/span&gt; It was a lovely afternoon, even though our children were mad that we didn't make it to the pool!? I LOVE YOU, KIM!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-6872483807278081000?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6872483807278081000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=6872483807278081000' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/6872483807278081000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/6872483807278081000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/07/old-times.html' title='Old Times!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SIYgVp4D5lI/AAAAAAAAAUo/76NVgMtwFUs/s72-c/me+%26+kim.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-8731825228993362313</id><published>2008-07-20T22:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:36:44.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Hoarse cuz I'm a ROCKSTAR!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zacharypfriem.com/assets/images/rockstar_03_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.zacharypfriem.com/assets/images/rockstar_03_sm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my husband's birthday...We bought him "Rock Band" for the Wii...I finally know what I'm destined to be...A &lt;a href="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i302/fatnodoubtfan/Gwen-Stefani.jpg"&gt;ROCKSTAR&lt;/a&gt;!! With a 97% on the expert level, I need to venture out with my "band" in tow...my sister laying into the drums, my brother-in-law wailing on the guitar, and my sexy rocker-chick-voice ala Ann Wilson from "Heart" booming through a sold-out show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your lighters ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh--My dear friend &lt;a href="http://sharermoments.blogspot.com"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; is visiting me tomorrow while she is on vacation here in the beehive state...I wonder if she will recognize me, in all my splendor and illustriousness...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-8731825228993362313?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8731825228993362313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=8731825228993362313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8731825228993362313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8731825228993362313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-hoarse-cuz-im-rockstar.html' title='I&apos;m Hoarse cuz I&apos;m a ROCKSTAR!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-8210093656704313557</id><published>2008-07-18T10:52:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:23:01.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tao Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SIDQZxYId8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/CzKufh5rbVE/s1600-h/tao+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SIDQZxYId8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/CzKufh5rbVE/s400/tao+1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224404708919637954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SIDOdw8c09I/AAAAAAAAATw/yP9FBjgEr0o/s1600-h/tao+girl.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SIDOdw8c09I/AAAAAAAAATw/yP9FBjgEr0o/s400/tao+girl.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224402578499752914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had an AMAZING speaker at our Stake Youth Conference...His name is Brother Layne Pace, and he is an Apache Helicopter pilot for the US Army...He told us of his mission of setting up orphanages in the remote areas of Afghanistan, and the stories behind several of the children and families he has been able to help...After sharing his vision with the current Miss Utah, she made it her platform project...We are currently trying to set-up a Stake Youth Service Project where we will be collecting clothing and toys for these beautiful children he serves...It will bring tears to your eyes, and warm your hearts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://taoproject.org/main.html"&gt;TAO PROJECT&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;(http://taoproject.org/main.html)&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/21601280-8210093656704313557?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8210093656704313557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=8210093656704313557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8210093656704313557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8210093656704313557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/07/tao-project.html' title='Tao Project'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SIDQZxYId8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/CzKufh5rbVE/s72-c/tao+1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-7999208087546415215</id><published>2008-07-08T10:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:13:19.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in July!</title><content type='html'>My mom has been fighting breast cancer for the past year...Nasty chem0, radiation, depression, three wigs, no eye-lashes...She has been amazing! We knew we would be getting together for the fourth, so my sister and I planned a surprise for her--&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Christmas in July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--since this past Christmas she was so sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have pictures soon...but until then...picture this: We used quilting filler for snow on the front porch, put up all the trees and Christmas lights, paved the way with red wrapping paper, and had all the grand-kids sing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" as she walked up the stairs...It was AWESOME!! We ate Christmas-shaped-sugar-cookies, and gave her Christmas presents...It truly felt like Christmas (except when you stepped outside and it was 90 degrees!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-7999208087546415215?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7999208087546415215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=7999208087546415215' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/7999208087546415215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/7999208087546415215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/07/christmas-in-july.html' title='Christmas in July!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-3174028763634160247</id><published>2008-07-01T09:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:58:01.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Youth Conference Identity Crisis...</title><content type='html'>I decided I needed to change things up a little...Thanks to my marvelously talented niece, I now have long, lovely locks...I can't wait to freak people out at church on Sunday : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SGpQ9mPzetI/AAAAAAAAASI/jBQ78hi2aHQ/s1600-h/short+hair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SGpQ9mPzetI/AAAAAAAAASI/jBQ78hi2aHQ/s320/short+hair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218072137431218898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SGpRgt153pI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JbajnO5xexk/s1600-h/long+hair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SGpRgt153pI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JbajnO5xexk/s320/long+hair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218072740765490834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first official "Ponytail Day!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SGpTF5rKW7I/AAAAAAAAASY/ctCDffyuzpQ/s1600-h/pony+tail.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SGpTF5rKW7I/AAAAAAAAASY/ctCDffyuzpQ/s320/pony+tail.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218074479108447154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-3174028763634160247?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3174028763634160247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=3174028763634160247' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3174028763634160247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3174028763634160247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-youth-conference-identity-crisis.html' title='Post Youth Conference Identity Crisis...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SGpQ9mPzetI/AAAAAAAAASI/jBQ78hi2aHQ/s72-c/short+hair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-5059848961666295765</id><published>2008-06-24T10:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:59:23.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words into Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SGEnG15364I/AAAAAAAAASA/BOonnjLUw2Q/s1600-h/child+on+path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SGEnG15364I/AAAAAAAAASA/BOonnjLUw2Q/s320/child+on+path.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215492841974262658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prepare the child for the path...Not the path for the child..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Conference is Thursday through Saturday...3 days to make sure they all receive a "life-changing experience"...or at least feel loved ; )&lt;br /&gt;I have my pink and army green camo-themed t-shirts and capris all ready to go...A LOT of Excedrin, hideous "modesty clothes" in case the youth forget the dress code (he he he), coupled with a sincere love of these youth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are an "Army of One"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now drop and give me twenty!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-5059848961666295765?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5059848961666295765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=5059848961666295765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5059848961666295765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5059848961666295765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/06/words-into-action.html' title='Words into Action'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SGEnG15364I/AAAAAAAAASA/BOonnjLUw2Q/s72-c/child+on+path.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-2699631210168242980</id><published>2008-06-20T10:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:13:11.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Aftermath...A Sequel...</title><content type='html'>Wednesday morning I found myself at 2am at my computer, writing this sister an email...I simply and unconfrontationally (impressive for me, I know!) let her know how I felt, especially from that night, and from other instances how I was feeling, as well as the thoughts and emotions that had been in my heart. I even was bold enough to tell her how I felt she was sometimes perceived by me ( and others ), and that I knew for assuredly, that one of my purposes was to bring those "unconventional" ideas to the table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Priceless* She had been just as tormented about what had transpired as I, and had been equally worried about how I was feeling...It was a completely different side to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also a completely different atmosphere later that evening at our meeting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What stood out to me most from this situation, was not necessarily "you need to let others know how you are feeling," which is not a real problem for me, but the lesson to be true to yourself and who you are...I am the "black sheep," ultra- liberal-appearing, "unconventional," "outspoken," limb of the Stake YW Presidency...And I am okay with that, and I know that is why I was called to serve in this capacity. This experience simply (though stressfully!) reaffirmed my place, and validated my persona and how I think about things. Perhaps I needed to learn this, so I would be able to remain strong in my positions, regardless of the looks I get from others?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...Youth Conference is next week, and it will be AMAZING!! (And I can be my strong, obnoxious, rowdy-self while I'm there!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-2699631210168242980?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2699631210168242980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=2699631210168242980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2699631210168242980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2699631210168242980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday-aftermatha-sequel.html' title='Thursday Aftermath...A Sequel...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-5639611898142158846</id><published>2008-06-18T11:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:22:02.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Aftermath</title><content type='html'>I'm in a real mood...A pissy one at that! I am so frustrated! I'm supposed to be 1st Counselor in my new calling, and nothing I do, say, offer, etc. is taken with a grain of salt. I worked REALLY hard on something for a meeting, that saved (I think) a lot of time--turning what could have been a 6-8 hour meeting, into a mere 3 1/2...Do I get thanks? No...I get "well...we just want to be really sure we are arranging this correctly.............."  My poor husband had to listen to me at midnight, as I came home and vented! (What a trooper!) Not only that, but I feel that some of the leaders I work with try so hard to avoid certain groupings/situations, that they are inevitably doing the youth a disservice...going against one of my favorite creeds, "Prepare the child for the road, not the road for the child..." type of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that some of the biggest and most important lessons learned come from those trials or obstacles that are hard or uncomfortable..Now, don't get me wrong...I'm not saying "yeah, just let the youth run amuck and figure things out on their own....", I'm just saying, I think we need to try and teach the youth how to handle certain situations that will help them in life...For, we all know that life is not fair, perfect, or easy...In planning our upcoming Youth Conference, this has been a big frustration for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the oldest one in the Presidency, and although age doesn't necessarily mean wisdom, I feel that sometimes the "big picture" is missed...That in this day and age, the youth deserve leaders who are going to, tactfully and correctly, "tell it like it is," and not give all the textbook or "primary" answers, especially because a lot of the youth are a lot wiser than their years upon this earth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be "flighty" and unconventional, but that does not mean I don't have a testimony or a view that perhaps might be worthy of applying to the world?...I feel unappreciated, and patronized...Two things that make my type A personality cringe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...I'm done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go drink my "illegal" drink, and take two Excedrin....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-5639611898142158846?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5639611898142158846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=5639611898142158846' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5639611898142158846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/5639611898142158846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/06/tuesday-aftermath.html' title='Tuesday Aftermath'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-3966875904725035483</id><published>2008-06-15T12:10:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:13:51.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts on Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The picture is in tribute to my husband...Who loves being a father only slightly more than being on the golf course!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crickladehotel.co.uk/uploads/FathersDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.crickladehotel.co.uk/uploads/FathersDay.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I let my husband begin his Father's Day celebration by taking the older kids to church...alone! I elected to stay home with our sick 5 year old...So I think he ended up with the better deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We went and saw "Iron Man" yesterday as a family. It was okay, although I really liked Robert Downey Jr. in his character...it was a good fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We got our date for Girls Camp next year (which I am "supposedly" in charge of...) I dry-heaved as I read the email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I still love &lt;a href="http://plutsrants.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;, even though we both think the other's candidate is, shall I say, "not to our liking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;(love ya, girl!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I found the best recipe for homemade, white bread...here is is:&lt;br /&gt;      1 and 1/2 cups warm water&lt;br /&gt;      1 tablespoon yeast&lt;br /&gt;      1/3 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;      3/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;Mix the above ingredients together in a mixer with the kneading attachment. Add the following, in two cup increments, to the liquid mix above, until the dough is soft and elastic (about 2 minutes). Put in oiled bowl, cover, and let rise for 60 minutes. Grease 2 bread pans with Crisco. Turn dough over on floured surface. Divide in half. Roll dough into loaf shapes, and place in pans. Let rise for about 30 minutes, and bake in preheated oven at 350, for 25 minutes until golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We are making scones for lunch, with the above recipe (yum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My daughter bought a Holland Lop bunny with her own money, and I must say, it is one of the CUTEST things I have ever seen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I finished reading "Pillars of the Earth," and it was a really good story...It's over 900 pages, and yet, it didn't seem that long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Using my final paycheck from the magazine, I bought a cool wall mural to hang in our family room....I'll post pictures in a few weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My mom has finished radiation, has the cutest short, choppy hair growing in, and only has chemo (a kind with minimal side effects) once a week for the next 9 months...I am so amazed by her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;-My husband is wonderful...I don't know what I'd do without him!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-3966875904725035483?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3966875904725035483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=3966875904725035483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3966875904725035483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3966875904725035483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-thoughts-on-fathers-day.html' title='Random Thoughts on Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-2642206108510032135</id><published>2008-06-04T13:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:20:55.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://johnstodderinexile.files.wordpress.com/2006/06/barack-obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://johnstodderinexile.files.wordpress.com/2006/06/barack-obama.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup...I'm supporting Obama...I hope you all find a candidate that you can be passionate about, as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...me and my Obama-lovin booty are off to go visit one of MANY ward Girls Camps this month...in the rain...in the cold...wondering if they'll be serving "pop-tarts" for dinner, because there's no way anyone is getting a fire going anytime soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama and Girls Camps...Let it begin!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-2642206108510032135?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2642206108510032135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=2642206108510032135' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2642206108510032135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2642206108510032135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-it-begin.html' title='Let It Begin'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-3555185467380678458</id><published>2008-05-22T12:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:56:46.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Longer a Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SDXOo_SQpdI/AAAAAAAAARw/W9aPdj99DzY/s1600-h/shoe-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SDXOo_SQpdI/AAAAAAAAARw/W9aPdj99DzY/s320/shoe-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203292148074587602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I handed in my July/August article...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summer Sandals&lt;/span&gt;....I did the photo shoot, and the entire layout...It looks really good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last article for Wasatch Woman magazine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of those defining moments a couple of weeks ago. As I met with the editor, it was for the first time awkward....which it has NEVER been...The article topic had been changed, and some other surprise elements came into play...I did not think much of it at the time, but in hind-sight, I now see the subtlety...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Sunday, I got a bad case of strep, which allowed me to be home from church, with no husband or children around...It was in the quietude that I was able to ponder a little bit about my life, and everything that had happened, is happening, and will happen. When my family came home from church, my husband casually made the comment, "Things happen for a reason." I don't know why it struck me as it did, but I knew at that moment that it was time for me to move on from the magazine...There was no reason...Just the warmth of the peace I felt through my whole being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the editor and publisher in tears, and I agreed I would love to finish with this article for them, in my own way, on my favorite subject...SHOES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an amazing journey, and I never would of thought I would be a magazine contributor, being able to talk about one of my favorite things...Fashion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is a sneak peak to my article.....I love a good teaser!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-3555185467380678458?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3555185467380678458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=3555185467380678458' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3555185467380678458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3555185467380678458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-longer-woman.html' title='No Longer a Woman'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/SDXOo_SQpdI/AAAAAAAAARw/W9aPdj99DzY/s72-c/shoe-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-4220978658536822432</id><published>2008-05-08T20:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:14:50.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stop Sign for Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carolineoncrack.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/02/marathon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.carolineoncrack.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/02/marathon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other night, my son and I go running....It has been amazing! He is turning 12 on the 21st...I cannot believe how the time has flown, or where it has gone?! My easiest baby, my laid-back child, my tender hearted boy, my son with the wise eyes...I cannot believe the boy who is running next to me, talking with me, laughing and joking with me, will be on a mission in seven years...I wish time would stop running so fast, so that I could run with my son like this, a little longer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-4220978658536822432?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4220978658536822432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=4220978658536822432' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4220978658536822432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4220978658536822432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/05/stop-sign-for-time.html' title='A Stop Sign for Time'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-1211928251197668910</id><published>2008-05-01T21:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:53:38.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night with Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mitchie.com/catalog/images/audacityofhope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.mitchie.com/catalog/images/audacityofhope.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday finally arrived...It was book club! Six of my favorite people get together every other month and discuss a book, eat delicious food, and enjoy fantastic conversation. It was no exception last night...We had heated/but kind dialog about the book, politics, candidates, and policies...SO INVIGORATING!! I love that everyone comes from a different view-point, and was articulate and passionate about their stance. I love even more that no one goes away with hurt feelings, because we are THAT comfortable with each other, and can be ourselves with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this election is a critical...eventful...rebirth or possible catalyst, which may determine so many important things...(sorry so vague!) But I have been curiously drawn into this arena, and I am enjoying the allure I have felt to find out all that I can, about as much as I can. I think things need to change, and I am certainly going to make sure I am going to support and uphold those things in my mind that I feel are worthy and represent my feelings about the world in which I/we live...and I think it can, and needs, to be better and more indicative of the kind of nation we profess to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love that I can share with my friends at book club...and the five of you who faithfully read my blog...and know that you will still call me friend, when all is said and done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-1211928251197668910?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1211928251197668910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=1211928251197668910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/1211928251197668910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/1211928251197668910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/05/night-with-obama.html' title='A Night with Obama'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-9136474825476428397</id><published>2008-04-24T23:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:24:07.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of my league...</title><content type='html'>A fish on dry land...The black sheep...I feel so under-qualified and miscast that it is giving me huge anxiety! I feel so overwhelmed with my new calling, and wonder how I ever got cast into this arena. Why did the Lord chose me? How am I to be an example to those I've been called to serve? As I was sitting at a meeting tonight, I was suddenly struck with how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt; it was that I am a different kind of folk. While others speak of making Stake dances more "spiritual" in nature, I sit and think how much fun it would be to get out and dance with them! I got chastised for bringing my caffeinated beverage to a church activity! I am never dressed appropriately...meaning...I always get my meetings confused, and end up showing up in jeans and a top, when I should be in a dress, and vice versa! I am more comfortable with the young women, then the leaders I work with! WHAT have I gotten myself into?! I feel like someone is pointing a finger at me, and I am sitting here, looking behind me to see who they are pointing to!&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond wanting to hear about being in the right place, when at the moment, I'm trying to think of how I can suddenly be pregnant or comatose for the next three years!! Right now, I feel like I am the poster child for weaknesses, without the attached "becoming strengths..."&lt;br /&gt;I do have a testimony. I love the gospel. I know how blessed I am....Perhaps that is why I feel so out of my league...Because I know what is expected, and I just don't know if I can deliver it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-9136474825476428397?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/9136474825476428397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=9136474825476428397' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/9136474825476428397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/9136474825476428397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/04/out-of-my-league.html' title='Out of my league...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-4469098725906961123</id><published>2008-04-18T11:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:17:45.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fang, a Trip to Timp, and Pennywise</title><content type='html'>I don't know why...but yesterday morning I checked the KSL.com classifides...After over a year of trying to get one, I am proud to say, we are the owner of a new Wii system...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.duncans.tv/images/wii-would-like-to-play.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.duncans.tv/images/wii-would-like-to-play.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We needed to meet our "dealer" to make the exchange. You know the commercials, where the two immaculately groomed Asian guys appear on your doorstep, handing you the controls? Well, picture their long, lost brother...Shifty, anxious, nervous, agitated, no bowing, no eye contact and my husband, totally spiffed up (we were on our way to the temple!) with a wad of cash...Any law enforcement would have to assume that something was "going down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got our prize from Fang (yes...his real name), we headed up to do our session at the temple. We were discussing the logic of  "because we were going to the temple, we were being blessed...la la la" We decided that we wanted to use the Wii as a tool for spiritual growth... well...let's be honest...and our personal amusement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that we would do the classic "door-bell ditch." We were coming up with what we could write on the note. Here were the top contenders:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good:&lt;br /&gt;"Blessings come from going to the temple...Keep up the good work! From-the Three Nephites"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Better:&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for letting your parents attend the temple...From-Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego"&lt;br /&gt;(characters from one of our kids favorite Veggie Tales)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best:&lt;br /&gt;"I've been watching the good things you do...Thanks for letting your parents go to the temple...Remember...I'll be watching!  From-Pennywise (From the tv movie "It," and the reason why my kids fear clowns...especially those that hide in caves with spiders)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we didn't want them bearing their testimonies in church about how the "three Nephites brought them a Wii since their parents went to the temple...," the Shad, Mesh and Abe story just wasn't satisfying enough,...and although it would of been hilarious to watch their reactions, the Pennywise angle would of not been funny at all when all three kids are sleeping in your bed for the next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...we went with the plan, and the safe..."Blessings come when you go to the temple"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rang the doorbell...&lt;br /&gt;Hid on the side of the house...&lt;br /&gt;Heard the "OH MY GOSH!!!!!"  "AAAAHHHHH!!!"  "A Wii!!!" and my favorite, "This has Mom written all over it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very satisfying evening for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-4469098725906961123?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4469098725906961123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=4469098725906961123' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4469098725906961123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4469098725906961123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/04/fang-trip-to-timp-and-pennywise.html' title='Fang, a Trip to Timp, and Pennywise'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-1757369791075033098</id><published>2008-04-05T21:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:26:58.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The "other" white meat, offers no salvation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/R_hQxW7e0qI/AAAAAAAAAQg/u3zu85KmyRQ/s1600-h/spider-pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/R_hQxW7e0qI/AAAAAAAAAQg/u3zu85KmyRQ/s320/spider-pig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185983779816002210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and son went to the Priesthood session of General Conference tonight. I took the other kids to Rumbi grill, with a promise that we would end the evening with an ice-cream cone from McDonalds, or, as called in our home, "Old-Mac-Donalds..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived home with full tummies, smiles, and only two impulse purchases from Walmart in tow...A delightful evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I asked the boys how the session went...Who was there...Who spoke...It was when I asked what subjects they tackled that my son immediately said, "We are suppose to avoid violence, swearing, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PORKANOGRAPHY&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn that white meat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make it look so good...and when you add the applesauce?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a good laugh, I said, "Well...if you ever mess with pornography, you'll end up in something even worse...a**kickingography!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dear son tried to make me feel better by saying that it is okay for me to say a**, because it "just is another name for a donkey..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkeys, pigs...nothing is safe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-1757369791075033098?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1757369791075033098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=1757369791075033098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/1757369791075033098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/1757369791075033098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/04/other-white-meat-offers-no-salvation.html' title='The &quot;other&quot; white meat, offers no salvation'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/R_hQxW7e0qI/AAAAAAAAAQg/u3zu85KmyRQ/s72-c/spider-pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-3802478183716822478</id><published>2008-04-01T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:33:19.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormon Etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/25PGOODs99o&amp;rel=0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/25PGOODs99o&amp;rel=0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this after watching "Footloose..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-3802478183716822478?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3802478183716822478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=3802478183716822478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3802478183716822478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3802478183716822478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/04/mormon-etiquette.html' title='Mormon Etiquette'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-3228044771249542134</id><published>2008-03-30T00:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T00:24:59.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lds.org/pa/multimedia/files/book/83115_ywPastTalks_st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.lds.org/pa/multimedia/files/book/83115_ywPastTalks_st.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were not able to attend/watch the General Young Womens Conference....PLEASE take the time to listen to it...It is simply WONDERFUL! The Young Women Presidency were inspiring and fun to listen to, and dear President Eyring...I wept at his eloquent and beautiful words addressed to the young women of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be sorry if you don't...&lt;a href="http://lds.org/broadcast/gywm/0,7726,567,00.html"&gt;Click here to listen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-3228044771249542134?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3228044771249542134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=3228044771249542134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3228044771249542134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3228044771249542134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/wonderful.html' title='Wonderful'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-636971941146057245</id><published>2008-03-25T12:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:12:06.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Facets of Butter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/45/NCI_butter.jpg/800px-NCI_butter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/45/NCI_butter.jpg/800px-NCI_butter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from my first MASSAGE from my membership...I feel like a soft cube of melted butter, all smooth and creamy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have one of four meetings this week for the Stake. We are really down to the wire in planning Youth Conference, and the heat is on! (I feel like crackling, sizzling butter in this case) These meetings tend to last until at least 11-12 at night...Good times, good times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my meetings, my article for the magazine to write (take a deep breath ladies--it's on SWIM WEAR!!), General Young Womens Conference (we got tickets for our Stake to go see this at the Conference Center!! YEAH!!), a new charter school meeting, a talk to prepare for Sunday, about 20 million loads of laundry, one sick child, one golfing "MIA" husband, and my daughter's b-day to plan...leaving me feeling like "burned butter" at the thought of all this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT(ter!)....I got my new rug in my library (thanks hubby--this must of been some sort of pay-off for all the golfing being done?) which puts a smile on my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the world keeps "chur-ning," and you never know where you'll be "spread..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Can you tell I haven't had lunch yet?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-636971941146057245?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/636971941146057245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=636971941146057245' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/636971941146057245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/636971941146057245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/many-facets-of-butter.html' title='The Many Facets of Butter'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-2264819385415622668</id><published>2008-03-14T16:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:49:48.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying on Budget...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/R9r_BgNZVsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YBWgH-dQRF0/s1600-h/m48028110-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/R9r_BgNZVsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YBWgH-dQRF0/s320/m48028110-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177731122906879682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since paying off all our debt, I've been trying really hard to stay on a budget...and it's been going okay...Until I saw this...I want it...I NEED it to be in my library...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how many times I have had it in the shopping cart to check out? Do you ever do that? Just load up your shopping cart like you have all the money in the world? Then, when the "high" wears off, (or you see the total at the bottom) you simply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delete...&lt;/span&gt;no harm done?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, the price is really good...So I have the inner battle of "you are saving SO MUCH MONEY/You are getting a GREAT deal" verses "Wait...If you are meant to have it, it will be there in 2 weeks..." I'm having everyone over for Easter Lunch that Sunday...so I WANT to have it by then...All pretty and perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I continue to "pretend shop," over and over, and see if my luck will hold out! (I hate being on budget...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-2264819385415622668?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2264819385415622668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=2264819385415622668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2264819385415622668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2264819385415622668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/staying-on-budget.html' title='Staying on Budget...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/R9r_BgNZVsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YBWgH-dQRF0/s72-c/m48028110-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-4148938760614680839</id><published>2008-03-09T17:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:00:58.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How fast are YOU?! Timeless Talents Part II</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://sharermoments.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim &lt;/a&gt;who sent me this link...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/" style="background: transparent url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: rgb(0, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman,Arial,serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;71 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;Speed test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You KNOW I will keep changing it, as I get a better score...But this was my first try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-4148938760614680839?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4148938760614680839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=4148938760614680839' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4148938760614680839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4148938760614680839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-fast-are-you-timeless-talents-part.html' title='How fast are YOU?! Timeless Talents Part II'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-3122021394321934258</id><published>2008-03-01T18:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:47:47.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fZHou18Cdk&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fZHou18Cdk&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-3122021394321934258?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3122021394321934258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=3122021394321934258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3122021394321934258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/3122021394321934258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-reading-audacity-of-hope.html' title='Loving this...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-9181723691578511595</id><published>2008-02-25T18:35:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:42:45.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.escapefromcubiclenation.com/photos/uncategorized/typewriter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.escapefromcubiclenation.com/photos/uncategorized/typewriter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a freshman in High school, it was required that everyone took Keyboarding, also known as, Type. The class room had a constant sound of fingers hitting keys in a rhythmic montage...where...for and hour and twenty minutes, this constant sound was repeated, again, and again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until I was in college, that I realized not everyone could type--I mean, REALLY type. I can type without looking at the keys, and rarely do I make an overt number of mistakes, and can do it in a very limited amount of time. While we were in school, I would painstakingly watch as my husband would start to type up a paper...tap...tap...tap...when I would suddenly find myself typing his paper for him instead of listening to that depressing sound. Any colleagues of mine at work were amazed how I would type up agendas, reports and what-nots so swiftly...At our recent Stake Talent Show? Yes...It was I who typed up the entire script for the youth who had parts in the program...word...for...word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it will ever be passe to know how to type--Will typing, emailing and text messaging give way to voice only? Is it only a matter of time before this subtle talent of mine will be made into jokes and "I remember when's...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timeless talents...Are there any?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-9181723691578511595?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/9181723691578511595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=9181723691578511595' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/9181723691578511595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/9181723691578511595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/02/talents.html' title='Talents'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-8696544249812304000</id><published>2008-02-22T09:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T09:42:33.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin'...</title><content type='html'>I feel overwhelmed....The kind where you feel like you are in a dazed, immovable state, where you know you need to "get to it," but have so much to "get to," you don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As excited as I am for my Stake calling, it is truly like a full-time job... I feel that I am in meetings more each day than I am with my kids each day! I came home at 11pm from ONE of my weekly meetings...and that's just the tip of the iceberg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with this new "job," I still profess to be a Magazine Contibutor (which means my "part-time" job), financial planner, chemo entertainer and supporter (each week it takes 5-6 hours total time to complete), taxi-cab driver, my current ward calling as 2nd Counselor in YW (yup--no release yet!), spouse (I have forgotten what my husband looks like--has anyone seen him? because I sure haven't!!), and SAHM, which basically encompasses everything else!! Along with this--I GOTTA have some "me" time...is that selfish? Am I allowed? I still haven't used any of my b-day massages, and I feel as though I run approximately five 10k's each day--but that is without the benefit of the serenity of my nano playing in my ear, as I run and meditate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I'm really worried about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will all of this affect my ability to see "The Office" each week?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Got to have SOME humor about all of this!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-8696544249812304000?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8696544249812304000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=8696544249812304000' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8696544249812304000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/8696544249812304000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/02/feelin.html' title='Feelin&apos;...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-2436056963347041100</id><published>2008-02-14T14:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:38:44.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 29th!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2007/10/03/other-boleyn-girl-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2007/10/03/other-boleyn-girl-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT WAIT!!! READ THE BOOK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-2436056963347041100?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2436056963347041100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=2436056963347041100' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2436056963347041100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/2436056963347041100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-29th.html' title='February 29th!!!!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-337736887176970688</id><published>2008-02-11T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:21:15.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer in the headlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/R7EsDIwaI6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/D7UyroudIgk/s1600-h/deer%2Bin%2Bheadlights.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/R7EsDIwaI6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/D7UyroudIgk/s320/deer%2Bin%2Bheadlights.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165958679972422562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...1st counselor in the Stake Young Women Presidency...Called at 7:30am...Sustained at 9:00am...A morning of explaining to fellow ward members that I REALLY did not know until 7:30am that morning of my calling...Calling my YW president, who also did not know of my calling until that moment when I called her...Coming home to a phone message from my sister (who is in my Stake) saying, "Soooo....Is there something you want to tell me?!"...Going to my first Stake Youth Council and getting right into planning the upcoming Talent Show happening in two weeks...looking at a calendar that had all these meetings with all these acronyms that I did not understand...Youth Conference and 300 youth...Counting my blessings that Girls camp was at a ward level this year...Having the Stake Presidency look at me and say, "So, are you the one speaking in the Ward Conference, next week?"...Did I mention meetings?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup...that is me...Deer in the headlights...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-337736887176970688?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/337736887176970688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=337736887176970688' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/337736887176970688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/337736887176970688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/02/deer-in-headlights.html' title='Deer in the headlights'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/R7EsDIwaI6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/D7UyroudIgk/s72-c/deer%2Bin%2Bheadlights.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-6963796507446085912</id><published>2008-02-09T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:03:16.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hattaways.com/img/scared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.hattaways.com/img/scared.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are called to meet with the Stake President in the morning?...at 7:30AM...Any suggestions or words of advice?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-6963796507446085912?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6963796507446085912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=6963796507446085912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/6963796507446085912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/6963796507446085912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/02/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-4296005955569132668</id><published>2008-02-05T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:26:21.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does the Shoe Fit?</title><content type='html'>After a long night, finishing two articles for the magazine, I heard a knock at my front door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend had brought me a gift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/R6nfPeS_AII/AAAAAAAAAOY/DUXWFuQrAzw/s1600-h/IMG_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/R6nfPeS_AII/AAAAAAAAAOY/DUXWFuQrAzw/s320/IMG_1431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163903904680706178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So appropriate! (Yes--it's a chair!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-4296005955569132668?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4296005955569132668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=4296005955569132668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4296005955569132668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/4296005955569132668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/02/does-shoe-fit.html' title='Does the Shoe Fit?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/R6nfPeS_AII/AAAAAAAAAOY/DUXWFuQrAzw/s72-c/IMG_1431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-140186237473967228</id><published>2008-01-27T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:32:24.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing of Gordon B. Hinckley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ldsmag.com/photoessay/images/060331part3/Hinckley0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ldsmag.com/photoessay/images/060331part3/Hinckley0029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will greatly miss this miraculous man...I have shook his hand...Felt his love for us...Seen his spirit reflected in so many ways...Caught his humor and love of life by not mincing his words...I will miss the comfort I felt, just from knowing he was there...But I am joyful that he can be reunited with his sweet wife, as well as friends and family, and that he will continue the work beyond our earthly sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...and I am happy that such a great man will be there to teach, and convert, Heath Ledger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21601280-140186237473967228?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/140186237473967228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=140186237473967228' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/140186237473967228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/140186237473967228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/passing-of-gordon-b-hinckley.html' title='Passing of Gordon B. Hinckley'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601280.post-267521210014724487</id><published>2008-01-27T18:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:03:32.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Name of the Game</title><content type='html'>So I took this name-quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results were dead-on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that I used "Yolanda," and not my REAL name (which when I did, was a COMPLETE non-match!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Yolanda Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&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/21601280-267521210014724487?l=shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/feeds/267521210014724487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21601280&amp;postID=267521210014724487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/267521210014724487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21601280/posts/default/267521210014724487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoesofyolanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-name-of-game_3824.html' title='It&apos;s the Name of the Game'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkgeCFtUlrE/TFYAtTwerYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MX9wCA5wbaQ/S220/IMG_1482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
