<?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-7688707208561697306</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:13:19.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann For A Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-2239161870556520819</id><published>2011-08-23T10:35:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T10:54:07.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Count  Downs!!!</title><content type='html'>What an exciting time for us right now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haley and Graden will be home in 3 days!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644091809735798818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DinRhZvYyDw/TlPXmOb-cCI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Rg7JWUjsOlE/s400/ostler040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alec will be home from his misson in Montana in 9 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644092110145941906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1Ym9_fvwBo/TlPX3tjVcZI/AAAAAAAAAqk/0mVdHdAMr_A/s400/33573_106856999379349_100001651479234_47295_5418247_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Aldo should be here sometime before or on the 22nd of September - no less than 30 days!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644092223294957650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7RdlAlTQ_RM/TlPX-TEKaFI/AAAAAAAAAqs/3QKDqn0ZYmU/s400/291758_10150288607184310_507774309_7482874_2525799_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and we are SO EXCITED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644094150049282210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X7m9mieKfpg/TlPZucyMOKI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ZA6czNKkb8Q/s320/P1010360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that is his excited look!!! LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-2239161870556520819?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2239161870556520819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=2239161870556520819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/2239161870556520819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/2239161870556520819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-many-count-downs.html' title='So Many Count  Downs!!!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DinRhZvYyDw/TlPXmOb-cCI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Rg7JWUjsOlE/s72-c/ostler040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-8484999565457000363</id><published>2011-04-06T09:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T10:13:16.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going To Be A Grandma!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8A0QSJ6Gkk/TZyQd_rSLwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/9gXWQLq3RbE/s1600/1st_time_grandmas_club_green_card-p137742020965289559q0yk_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592503682270899970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8A0QSJ6Gkk/TZyQd_rSLwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/9gXWQLq3RbE/s400/1st_time_grandmas_club_green_card-p137742020965289559q0yk_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last December I got a call from Melanie. She said, "Mom, I just don't feel well. I am sick to my stomach, my head aches and my back aches..." My first thought was "Oh, it's flu season." But then she said one more thing that changed my mind. She said, "And I'm craving raisins." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy Cow! She has always HATED raisins!!! I squealed, "YOU'RE PREGNANT!!!" She said, "Please don't say anything to anybody. We're not even totally sure yet." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been sitting on this WONDERFUL news for so long!!! Well, Monday they went to the Doctor to find out the gender. I figure it's time to shout it from the roof tops!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M GOING TO HAVE A GRANDSON!!!! They are due September 18, 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I'm ECSTATIC!!!! Now, all I do is watch kids and giggle...I'm going to have one of those soon!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as excited as I am, I don't think I can hold a candle to Elliot and Melanie. They already have almost EVERYTHING they need - including over 1,000 diapers - REALLY!!! Their nursery is all put together and ready, and you can bet that in the next couple of days, they'll have an ENTIRE wardrobe of darling boys clothes!!! (Elliot has already got a Real Soccer shirt for him).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For anyone who has seen Elliot and Melanie with kids, you KNOW they are going to be 'parents extraordinaire'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592503997386108482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAgu28vSjIU/TZyQwVkmrkI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/xl6XBoVjFgk/s400/grandma-cookies-t-shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I mentioned that I'm excited?!?! (Giggle)&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/7688707208561697306-8484999565457000363?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8484999565457000363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=8484999565457000363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8484999565457000363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8484999565457000363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-going-to-be-grandma.html' title='I&apos;m Going To Be A Grandma!!!!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8A0QSJ6Gkk/TZyQd_rSLwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/9gXWQLq3RbE/s72-c/1st_time_grandmas_club_green_card-p137742020965289559q0yk_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-7195172463540639764</id><published>2011-01-27T11:24:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:00:43.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Called To Serve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLiELDymkxI/TWKx68m7fBI/AAAAAAAAAqA/HLgvZRzwPU4/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576214914898033682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLiELDymkxI/TWKx68m7fBI/AAAAAAAAAqA/HLgvZRzwPU4/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul and I have been called on a mission. No, really!! We have been called to serve in the Provo South Mission. Here's the kicker - Spanish speaking!!! It's a part-time mission so we serve from home, but we now work with the Spanish speaking missionaries in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grandview&lt;/span&gt; 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Ward.&lt;br /&gt;We has been asked to help some of the ward members assimilate to the Utah ways in living, speaking, budgeting and banking.  GO FIGURE!!!&lt;br /&gt;It has been a very humbling experience.  I'm really trying to pick up the language.  During &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sacrament&lt;/span&gt; meeting and Sunday School, I just listen and try to pick up words and ideas.  During Relief Society, I use the translator. &lt;br /&gt;Paul just feels right at home.  The first couple of Spanish Hymns we sang and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sacrament&lt;/span&gt; prayers we heard, I saw tears running down his cheeks.  It is just a flash back to his mission. &lt;br /&gt;In church, I feel like I did when I first got to Holland. I can feel the spirit, I am just not sure of everything that is being said!! I'm getting better, though.  I can usually figure out what the subject of the talk is and a couple of thoughts.  Testimony meeting is a different ballgame!! There are so many different accents - and they speak so quickly!!!&lt;br /&gt;We have joined the choir and sang with them a couple of times in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sacrament&lt;/span&gt; Meeting.  They are very patient with my mutilating the words.  They patiently correct me and have not laughed too much, even when I was singing to the 'cheese' (that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;quiso&lt;/span&gt; - not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;queso&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;We are meeting some wonderful people and learning A LOT!!! This has really been a great opportunity for us.  We are looking forward to the next 2 years!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-7195172463540639764?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7195172463540639764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=7195172463540639764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/7195172463540639764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/7195172463540639764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2011/01/called-to-serve.html' title='Called To Serve'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLiELDymkxI/TWKx68m7fBI/AAAAAAAAAqA/HLgvZRzwPU4/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-3184198089884673167</id><published>2011-01-27T11:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:18:18.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Good</title><content type='html'>When I started blogging, I did it to share my feelings and experiences. I guess I have this semi-narcissistic feeling that people care. Well, when reading others blogs, I really enjoy hearing about their lives, looking at their pictures and sharing in their thoughts. May I safely assume that I am not alone there?&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t written for a couple of months. Not necessarily because I have nothing to say, or am too busy, but simply because of the “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thumper&lt;/span&gt; Rule”, you know, if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566928640443885314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TUG0GoebJwI/AAAAAAAAAp0/mUaDDh-KH6Q/s400/thumper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To say that life sucks would be WAY off base!! There are many positive things occurring in my life most of the time. To say it has been difficult would be a little more accurate. But whose isn't?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Kids are healthy and happy, we still live in Provo and have 2 running cars. The utilities are on and we have PLENTY to eat. Life is good -Hell Yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-3184198089884673167?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3184198089884673167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=3184198089884673167' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/3184198089884673167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/3184198089884673167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-i-good.html' title='Life Is Good'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TUG0GoebJwI/AAAAAAAAAp0/mUaDDh-KH6Q/s72-c/thumper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-1949912283201486818</id><published>2010-10-06T11:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T11:48:35.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What I Found!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TKy2O0JwrAI/AAAAAAAAApo/CzvQq1sWV7I/s1600/Alec+and+Grant.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524991208510761986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TKy2O0JwrAI/AAAAAAAAApo/CzvQq1sWV7I/s400/Alec+and+Grant.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was the text we got last Sunday with this picture attached. Our friends Grant and Judy Sumsion went to Montana for the weekend and tracked Alec down!!! THEY ARE THE BEST FRIENDS!!!!! They took him (and the other elders, too) out for Pizza, and GOT HUGS!!! I'M SO JEALOUS!!!! What a perfect way to end Conference Weekend!! Only 10 more Fast Sundays!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-1949912283201486818?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1949912283201486818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=1949912283201486818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/1949912283201486818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/1949912283201486818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2010/10/look-what-i-found.html' title='Look What I Found!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TKy2O0JwrAI/AAAAAAAAApo/CzvQq1sWV7I/s72-c/Alec+and+Grant.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-351135552357647846</id><published>2010-08-30T11:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:55:22.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just a Proud Momma!!</title><content type='html'>I guess you never grow out of the amazement each child brings into your life. It starts with pictures on the refrigerator, goes to report cards, all of their achievements, and marriage. But it doesn't seem to end there. You still burst with pride when you see your children achieve goals and become stronger people. Today, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haley's&lt;/span&gt; turn!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She just ran the Midnight Half Marathon in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mapleton&lt;/span&gt; last Friday. They started at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jolley's&lt;/span&gt; Ranch around 10:00 and ended up at Ira Allen Park in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mapleton&lt;/span&gt; around midnight. What a trooper!!! She was barely winded!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is on the last leg of the run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511262485387281026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/THvwB9FyAoI/AAAAAAAAApY/rAvmkbqVsaI/s400/P1010393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is at the finish line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511262255793629826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/THvv0lyY6oI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Am_mSqN1fkM/s400/P1010394.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And here's one proud husband!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511262007371998082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/THvvmIWDo4I/AAAAAAAAApI/n2Z6Fe7OWG4/s400/P1010395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;GOOD JOB!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-351135552357647846?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/351135552357647846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=351135552357647846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/351135552357647846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/351135552357647846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-just-proud-momma.html' title='I&apos;m Just a Proud Momma!!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/THvwB9FyAoI/AAAAAAAAApY/rAvmkbqVsaI/s72-c/P1010393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-8619816506511665909</id><published>2010-08-04T08:47:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T09:06:18.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Been Kelseyfied!!!</title><content type='html'>Once again, Michael Kelsey delivered a great performance. It doesn't seem to matter if he is on stage or in your family room, he is SO entertaining!!! For those who missed this performance, I'm so sorry!! There's always next time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the concert started, they asked for NO flash photography!! But when he called Jillian up on stage to sing her song, I HAD to sneak a picture. That is why it is so blurry!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501568990226645202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TFl_2RnDgNI/AAAAAAAAAo4/pH_iC_l_TW4/s400/P1010346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           Me and 2 of my FAVORITE musicians!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501570480423077746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TFmBNBBkh3I/AAAAAAAAApA/6-fudImoEUU/s400/P1010353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                     Debra and I just can't get enough of Michael!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501568101532627330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TFl_Ci948YI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ZNT_TjQaU0k/s400/P1010350.JPG" border="0" /&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/7688707208561697306-8619816506511665909?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8619816506511665909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=8619816506511665909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8619816506511665909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8619816506511665909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-been-kelseyfied.html' title='I Have Been Kelseyfied!!!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TFl_2RnDgNI/AAAAAAAAAo4/pH_iC_l_TW4/s72-c/P1010346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-371517094248677551</id><published>2010-06-30T11:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:53:29.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love You and Will Miss You, Aunt Emma.</title><content type='html'>Emma Graves Mason (December 8, 1924 - June 28, 2010)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488626014397119266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TCuER7UbuyI/AAAAAAAAAog/VUrCxIoY_nQ/s400/315259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma Graves Mason entered this life on Dec. 8, 1924. She returned to her Father-in-Heaven; husband, Dean; parents, James and Edna Graves; brother, Floyd Graves; sisters, LaVera Curtis, Thelma Stewart; grandson, Brad Taylor; nieces, nephews and many in-laws on June 28, 2010. Emma was loved by all who came in contact with her.&lt;br /&gt;She had four great loves in her life. First - Heavenly Father and His son Jesus Christ. Second - her husband, Arthur Dean Mason. Third - her children and grandchildren: Caroldine (Richard) Vos, Springville, Jim (Carol) Mason, Spanish Fork, Brenda (Kevin) Olson, Cedar City, Jay (Shelly) Mason, Springville. She has 18 grandchildren, 35 great grandchildren and 2 great, great grandchildren. Fourth - her love of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. She was a Provo Temple worker for 23 years. She served in many position in her ward including Relief Society President.&lt;br /&gt;We would like to thank Utah Regional Center 4th floor, rehab, Sunrise Hospice and Aspen Care for their love and care for our beautiful mother.&lt;br /&gt;Funeral services will be held on Friday, July 2, 2010 at 11 a.m. in the Hobble Creek West Stake Center, 555 S 600 E, Springville, UT. A viewing will be held Thursday, from 6 to 8 p.m. at Wheeler Mortuary, 211 E 200 S, Springville and Thursday one hour prior to the services at the church. Burial will be in the Evergreen Cemetery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-371517094248677551?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/371517094248677551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=371517094248677551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/371517094248677551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/371517094248677551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-love-you-and-will-miss-you-aunt-emma.html' title='We Love You and Will Miss You, Aunt Emma.'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TCuER7UbuyI/AAAAAAAAAog/VUrCxIoY_nQ/s72-c/315259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-8919561108714461074</id><published>2010-06-17T12:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T12:11:12.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Live by Alec - MAJOR PAYDAY</title><content type='html'>I just have to share!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 23, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Dear Br. &amp;amp; Sis. Matthews,&lt;br /&gt;Today your son is transferring away from Powell. I didn't want to miss the opportunity to report to you what an excellent missionary he has been in this area.&lt;br /&gt;From the first time we met him he has been helpful, courteous and pleasant, diligent and faithful. He reaches out to my sons who are of mission age but resisting that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;...in a loving and non-judgemental way. This means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;You can be very proud/grateful and confident your son is serving the Lord in a true and faithful manner-such a blessing to him and to you as a family, I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your efforts in raising such a sensitive young man.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Joan (&amp;amp; Steve) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christiansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so nice when others figure out what you already know! He is nothing short of amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles still happen!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-8919561108714461074?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8919561108714461074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=8919561108714461074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8919561108714461074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8919561108714461074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2010/06/words-to-live-by-alec-major-payday.html' title='Words to Live by Alec - MAJOR PAYDAY'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-6679933055255294615</id><published>2010-06-15T10:47:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:49:50.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Flowers</title><content type='html'>When I went to buy flowers this year, I got what reminded me of my family. Gerber Daisys remind me of Melanie's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483052562856003938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBe3QWXTyWI/AAAAAAAAAn4/FUEWHh6G8jI/s400/P1010300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalias remind me of Haley's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483052388707503554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBe3GNnEjcI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uoWidYz2Amc/s400/P1010299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul's favorite are Begonias&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483052137873633602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBe23nLncUI/AAAAAAAAAno/v12l3Q_dv14/s400/P1010301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing flowery about Alec, but Jack has quite an aroma!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483052752187051410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBe3bXrWTZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/NrBnkANju6o/s400/P1010298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was going to get some that represented me, but the line was too long, so Paul bought them.  What kind of flower you ask? Impatients! (I was going to take a picture, but I had other things to do)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haley, these are for you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBe37ajQeHI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/AglniHYhG_A/s1600/P1010296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483053302714234994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBe37ajQeHI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/AglniHYhG_A/s320/P1010296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBe4FfU8jKI/AAAAAAAAAoY/hVL93_cEVpw/s1600/P1010302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483053475795078306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBe4FfU8jKI/AAAAAAAAAoY/hVL93_cEVpw/s320/P1010302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBe3u5wFyeI/AAAAAAAAAoI/WPpTGdkW9iM/s1600/P1010296.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P. S. Special thanks to my lovely helper, Melanie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-6679933055255294615?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6679933055255294615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=6679933055255294615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6679933055255294615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6679933055255294615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2010/06/family-flowers.html' title='Family Flowers'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBe3QWXTyWI/AAAAAAAAAn4/FUEWHh6G8jI/s72-c/P1010300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-5730788740366082523</id><published>2010-06-11T10:22:00.030-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:01:44.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime in Provo</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a cold spring, but look what it's done for our flowers! They are so beautiful. This is our Peace Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481564444773957474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJt0egpv2I/AAAAAAAAAmw/jwNJ4BYeULc/s400/P1010281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our red roses have never done too well, but look at them now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJtmQF3VzI/AAAAAAAAAmo/SIEn5si7Csg/s1600/P1010282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481564200385337138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJtmQF3VzI/AAAAAAAAAmo/SIEn5si7Csg/s400/P1010282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the far away ones, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJtPvQgxCI/AAAAAAAAAmg/9tZBikgkwmY/s1600/P1010285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481563813614502946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJtPvQgxCI/AAAAAAAAAmg/9tZBikgkwmY/s400/P1010285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how perfect they look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJsSbI6nZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/cYHm3UbyJKE/s1600/P1010294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481562760241913234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJsSbI6nZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/cYHm3UbyJKE/s400/P1010294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are beautiful up close or from a distance!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJrfMtawrI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k0Jmh12WKBo/s1600/P1010295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481561880195154610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJrfMtawrI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k0Jmh12WKBo/s400/P1010295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climber is filling in so well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJrC4zFdqI/AAAAAAAAAmI/wNmxnm6y5AU/s1600/P1010286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481561393813878434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJrC4zFdqI/AAAAAAAAAmI/wNmxnm6y5AU/s400/P1010286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The side garden is so lush and green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJq0kp8NfI/AAAAAAAAAmA/WbndTI6JDXU/s1600/P1010287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481561147888645618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJq0kp8NfI/AAAAAAAAAmA/WbndTI6JDXU/s400/P1010287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our bench is buried under Melanie and Elliots furniture. When we uncover it, we'll put it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJp5SSsatI/AAAAAAAAAl4/I-2BAz6cSzM/s1600/P1010288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481560129347021522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJp5SSsatI/AAAAAAAAAl4/I-2BAz6cSzM/s400/P1010288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so beautiful with the shades of green highlighted with purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJpvWgBwvI/AAAAAAAAAlw/EJEvcqmRaWY/s1600/P1010289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481559958677996274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJpvWgBwvI/AAAAAAAAAlw/EJEvcqmRaWY/s400/P1010289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a BUMPER crop of Columbine. They have never been taller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJpdwCyDzI/AAAAAAAAAlo/oljyaq0BWds/s1600/P1010291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481559656297008946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJpdwCyDzI/AAAAAAAAAlo/oljyaq0BWds/s400/P1010291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sweet William adds so much color. I REALLY love Sweet William &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJpONzjHLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/-HLHXjqUGiQ/s1600/P1010292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481559389408271538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJpONzjHLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/-HLHXjqUGiQ/s400/P1010292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, even the weeds are hardy!!! I almost hate to pull them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJo9d6QTWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/kQW56Jiu1oM/s1600/P1010293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481559101673590114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJo9d6QTWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/kQW56Jiu1oM/s400/P1010293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well Haley, this is what you are missing here!! We love you and miss you and Graden LIKE CRAZY!!! We're looking forward to August!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-5730788740366082523?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5730788740366082523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=5730788740366082523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5730788740366082523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5730788740366082523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2010/06/springtime-in-provo.html' title='Springtime in Provo'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/TBJt0egpv2I/AAAAAAAAAmw/jwNJ4BYeULc/s72-c/P1010281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-4858741753506395169</id><published>2010-05-19T09:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:57:25.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas? Hell! Don't mess with Matthews!!</title><content type='html'>When Alan went to Guard, he had to show his marksmenship. This cowboy don't miss!!! Check this out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473010560559579490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/S_QKG4odgWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1p28szCZnX8/s400/Alan%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so protected!!! It was suggested that we just post this on the front door instead of some alarm company logo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between Alan and the wolf in the back yard, DON'T MESS WITH MATTHEWS!!!&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/7688707208561697306-4858741753506395169?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4858741753506395169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=4858741753506395169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/4858741753506395169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/4858741753506395169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2010/05/texas-hell-dont-mess-with-matthews.html' title='Texas? Hell! Don&apos;t mess with Matthews!!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/S_QKG4odgWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1p28szCZnX8/s72-c/Alan%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-5685089142282450426</id><published>2010-05-04T10:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:42:46.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I'm Still Breathing - BARELY</title><content type='html'>It has been so long since I have posted anything.  I have enjoyed reading the posts from friends and family.  Thanks for not slacking!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should dedicate this post to my driving ability or my speaking ability!!!  I can turn words around so that, to me, they make sense, but to the normal person, it doesn't!! For example, I was trying to tell someone about 1983, the year of the floods.  I described it as the "Year the lake was under water".  Yeah, they laughed!!&lt;br /&gt;But don't discount my driving talents.  I have not only dented every car I've owned, I wrecked 3 cars BEFORE I got my driver's licence.  Thus the nickname, "Truckin' Annie" (Thanks Mean Dean)&lt;br /&gt;Well, either way you look at it, this if funny stuff that I want to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following was published by an insurance company for internal distribution. These reports were submitted when policy-holders were asked for a brief statement describing their particular accident. An Ann Landers reader sent them in from Raleigh, N.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The other car collided with mine without giving warning of its intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I thought my window was down but found it was up when I put my hand through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A pedestrian hit me and went under my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The guy was all over the place. I had to swerve a number of times before I hit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I pulled away from the side of the road, glanced at my mother-in-law and headed over the      embankment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The accident occured when I was attempting to bring my car out of a skid by steering it into the other vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I was driving my car out of the driveway in the usual manner, when it was struck by the other car in the same place it had been struck several times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I was on my way to the doctor's with rear-end trouble when my universal joint gave way, causing me to have an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. As I approached the intersection, a stop sign suddenly appeared in a place where no stop sign had ever appeared before. I was unable to stop in time to avoid the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The telephone pole was approaching fast. I was attempting to swerve out of its path when it struck my front end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. To avoid hitting the bumper of the car in front, I struck the pedestrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My car was legally parked as it backed into the other vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. An invisible car came out of nowhere, struck my vehicle and vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When I saw I could not avoid a collision, I stepped on the gas and crashed into the other car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The pedestrian had no idea which direction to go, so I ran him over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I saw the slow-moving, sad-faced old gentleman as he bounced off the hood of my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Coming home, I drove into the wrong house and collided with a tree I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.The indirect cause of this accident was a little guy in a small car with a big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, I have other talents!! Hell Yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-5685089142282450426?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5685089142282450426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=5685089142282450426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5685089142282450426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5685089142282450426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2010/05/yeah-im-still-breathing-barely.html' title='Yeah, I&apos;m Still Breathing - BARELY'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-6011776062132809130</id><published>2010-02-19T11:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:55:05.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay Day!</title><content type='html'>Alec sent some pictures home, so I HAVE to share! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440029570914494002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/S37eEn36pjI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Ve8tH6lCqpc/s400/21053_1386859314781_1331000772_1126527_5472113_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was my FAVORITE!!!! To see more, check out his facebook!  Melanie uploaded a GRUNDLE of pictures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, his new address is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;732 Henry Road - Powell, Wyoming   82435&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-6011776062132809130?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6011776062132809130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=6011776062132809130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6011776062132809130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6011776062132809130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2010/02/pay-day.html' title='Pay Day!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/S37eEn36pjI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Ve8tH6lCqpc/s72-c/21053_1386859314781_1331000772_1126527_5472113_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-8781881278721360428</id><published>2010-01-22T11:31:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:31:41.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MLK Marade</title><content type='html'>What is a MLK Marade, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/S1n2W1OKV0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/PWme0wG2_bg/s1600-h/P1010253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429641697875875650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/S1n2W1OKV0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/PWme0wG2_bg/s320/P1010253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The state of Utah and U of U hosted a Martin Luther King's Celebration. It included Award Ceremonies, speeches and a march/parade. When they called the authorities and told them of their plans for a MLK March, they were apprehensive! They thought it sounded like a riot in the making! They didn't want to call it parade, because there are too many ordinances for a parade. Thus, Marade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul was asked to give the opening prayer for the marade. It started at Sugar House Park. After that, we walked the 3 1/2 miles to Kingsbury Hall. I felt so civic-ly active!!!! They sang and chanted most of the way.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/S1nz8rYXCFI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/rgsZuNJVTc4/s1600-h/P1010248.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/S1ny31kh2RI/AAAAAAAAAh4/9mqYdiCkEI4/s1600-h/P1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley and Graden came for support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429646996257097746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/S1n7LPOryBI/AAAAAAAAAi4/sGDO9ptLu1M/s400/P1010248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is Paul and Debra Charleston at the beginning of the Marade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429648651251113778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/S1n8rkkAXzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/BA-FD_U7soM/s400/P1010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Paul and Joe Rogers on the steps of Kingsbury Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429646651282101922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/S1n63KGPFqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/H10ctaa2CiY/s400/P1010013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He is some of the participants at the end of the marade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429646309637279938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/S1n6jRXw0MI/AAAAAAAAAio/EdZdsn395VQ/s400/P1010012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-8781881278721360428?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8781881278721360428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=8781881278721360428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8781881278721360428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8781881278721360428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2010/01/mlk-marade.html' title='MLK Marade'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/S1n2W1OKV0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/PWme0wG2_bg/s72-c/P1010253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-3238430917459519377</id><published>2010-01-19T09:47:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:04:05.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found The Smartest Sister!</title><content type='html'>I found her! The smartest sister! For those who are not familiar with the search, here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite a few years ago, RB came to the conclusion that Darin was the smartest brother. His thought was since Darin never really went through a rebellion stage, he was the smartest! Well, you can imagine how that went over! All of the brothers argued and told him he was wrong! It has been a source of laughter and jokes for our family! We really got a big kick out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, with the vote for the smartest brother, Debra, Andrea and I were wondering who was the smartest sister. We decided it was sister #4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/S1XlwLRETfI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ZZbMg29BpgM/s1600-h/P1010255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428497541685857778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/S1XlwLRETfI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ZZbMg29BpgM/s320/P1010255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, here she is! I found her - the smartest sister! When she sang the National Anthem yesterday at the Martin Luther King's Day march/parade, I saw the resemblance, I felt the connection and then her name gave it away - The Honorable Judge Shauna GRAVES Robertson. It was a beautiful reunion!&lt;br /&gt;She is not only the smartest sister, she is the most talented. Man, can that woman sing! She did an AMAZING job!!!&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/7688707208561697306-3238430917459519377?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3238430917459519377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=3238430917459519377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/3238430917459519377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/3238430917459519377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-found-smartest-sister.html' title='I Found The Smartest Sister!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/S1XlwLRETfI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ZZbMg29BpgM/s72-c/P1010255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-2798463241160927136</id><published>2009-11-25T08:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:40:21.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Provo, Utah - What a Great Place To Be</title><content type='html'>Have I ever mentioned that I lived in the Celestial Kingdom of neighborhoods?  We not only have AMAZING people living (and used to live) on our street, we are being watch out for!  Let me expound.&lt;br /&gt;Paul's cousin, Alan Bliss, just moved back in with us.  He just finished Basic Training and is a MEAN, LEAN, FIGHTING MACHINE!!! We're very proud of him! &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at about 9:30 - 10:00 am-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, he came home to find out garage door open.  Not taking any chances, he took out his knife and searched the home for intruders.  Finding no one there, he proceeded to dress for his next appointment.  On his way out, he was pulled over by Provo Police and questioned.  They told him that there was a report of someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carrying&lt;/span&gt; a knife and going through our home.  When he explained the situation, they let him go.  Paul just happen to be coming home from his monthly blood draw, when he saw 3 squad cars at our home.  The police asked him for identification and explained the situation.  He assured them that Alan was just protecting us and that it was all good!&lt;br /&gt;After a good laugh, he asked who we should thank for the added security.  They told him that the garbage men had reported it!  WOW!  Guardian angels are EVERYWHERE when you live in the Celestial Kingdom of neighborhoods!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-2798463241160927136?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2798463241160927136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=2798463241160927136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/2798463241160927136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/2798463241160927136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/11/provo-utah-what-great-place-to-be.html' title='Provo, Utah - What a Great Place To Be'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-4382258166521047709</id><published>2009-11-05T11:10:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:34:30.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>I love Halloween! I love the opportunity for one day to pretend!  I love the candy! I love the decorations!  I love that we get to make fun of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; things!  But mostly, I LOVE-LOVE-LOVE- the Trick-or-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Treaters&lt;/span&gt;!  Here are some of the highlights of the day!&lt;br /&gt;First of all, my Cowboy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt;, Haley and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Graden&lt;/span&gt;!  Look at that belt buckle!  That IS the size of Texas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SvMXNfLDaTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/XPeC1i4gi3s/s1600-h/P1010171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400685898620954930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SvMXNfLDaTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/XPeC1i4gi3s/s400/P1010171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are Carl and Ellie from Up! OK, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JoRyan&lt;/span&gt; and Michelle.  No, the costumes didn't come from DI, they came from OUR closets! (Mine and Paul)  I don't know if I am proud or embarrassed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SvMW7dFc_WI/AAAAAAAAAhM/6tyzKKZMeeo/s1600-h/P1010175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400685588822949218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SvMW7dFc_WI/AAAAAAAAAhM/6tyzKKZMeeo/s400/P1010175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, not everyone loves Halloween.  Give it a couple of years and I'll be Ben will be like the rest of us.  But as for this year, he HATED being a hot dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SvMWmyFAmWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/GlV9fsqcxJY/s1600-h/P1010179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400685233680980322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SvMWmyFAmWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/GlV9fsqcxJY/s400/P1010179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Anna Bug and her beautiful mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chardell&lt;/span&gt;.  She was so cute.  She jumped and jumped!  Then she'd share her candy and jump some more.  She helped me with some of my Trick-or-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Treaters&lt;/span&gt;.  She made my evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SvMWSeqcC4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/MvGB1kQ-B2E/s1600-h/P1010181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400684884871875458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SvMWSeqcC4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/MvGB1kQ-B2E/s400/P1010181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here was my midnight (OK, 10:00) surprise!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shalin&lt;/span&gt;, Marshall and friends.  Marshall claimed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shalin&lt;/span&gt; stole his costume. I don't know-he looks like he is having fun being an UGLY girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SvMV7U6KgJI/AAAAAAAAAg0/mPo4q2aFRA4/s1600-h/P1010183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400684487116488850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SvMV7U6KgJI/AAAAAAAAAg0/mPo4q2aFRA4/s400/P1010183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tess and Adam not only came Trick-or-Treating, they came to visit the sick.  Paul was in bed with the flu, so they went to the door and wished him well.  It worked! He doing much better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SvMVkyu233I/AAAAAAAAAgs/nUrpO-SB9I0/s1600-h/P1010182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400684099985137522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SvMVkyu233I/AAAAAAAAAgs/nUrpO-SB9I0/s400/P1010182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-4382258166521047709?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4382258166521047709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=4382258166521047709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/4382258166521047709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/4382258166521047709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SvMXNfLDaTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/XPeC1i4gi3s/s72-c/P1010171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-792026402022303358</id><published>2009-09-25T11:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:18:12.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We All Miss Alec</title><content type='html'>They say when your pet acts up, they are not happy! Do you think Jack misses Alec? Yeah, that would be Jacks OWN bed that he ripped up! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385454568744415074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Srz6ZZwD72I/AAAAAAAAAgM/CU2_sbNtTSc/s400/P1010140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't worry! He and Paul are really bonding!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385454930422953026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Srz6udG8dEI/AAAAAAAAAgU/7lsaiA09ROw/s400/P1010146.JPG" border="0" /&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/7688707208561697306-792026402022303358?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/792026402022303358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=792026402022303358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/792026402022303358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/792026402022303358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-all-miss-alec.html' title='We All Miss Alec'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Srz6ZZwD72I/AAAAAAAAAgM/CU2_sbNtTSc/s72-c/P1010140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-1244848309893116508</id><published>2009-09-24T10:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:38:23.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Live by Alec - He's There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385491401367770322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sr0b5V9yVNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/xeHRaonkSMU/s400/Alec,+Pres.+and+Sis.+Gardner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He is serving in Eureka, Montana. It's in the Northwest region of the state and is only about 10 miles from the Canadian border. His address is:&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box 1872&lt;br /&gt;425 Koocanusa Estates Drive North&lt;br /&gt;Eureka, Montana 59917&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote:&lt;br /&gt;I just spent my first night in my place. It took 3 days to get here. I was the last person to get to my zone. Guess what! I'm the driver. My companion rolled a truck, so he can't drive anymore. When I was in Kalispell, we went tracting. The first person that answered said, "No thanks" and slammed the door. The next person was a member and so we went inside and talked for a while. The next person that opened th door was gay. He asked what the church thinks of gays and we said that marriage should be with a man and a woman. He said, "Ok" and shut the door. The next person was my first door that I did and the person who opened the door was a big guy with tats all over his arms, big earrings, and he looked mean. I said who I was and what we were doing there and he was super nice. He said that he didn't have time right then but we could come back sometime. I taught my first real lesson. It was to a 94 year old lady. She is a Great-Great Grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;The first day that I was in Eureka, we got 2 new investigators and they both seem to like it a lot. They really want to learn more. The next day, we set up a baptism date with somebody. Last night, we set up another and tonight we plan on setting up one more. So far, the dates are 10/10 and 10/24.&lt;br /&gt;People tell me that they feel bad for me because I am have the best companion and live in the best and most beautiful place in the mission (we are leading in baptisms right now), so it can only go downhill from here!&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that if you wash your garments with jeans they turn blue?&lt;br /&gt;Write back soon on paper because letters make me feel cool when I get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Elder Alec Matthews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385491230100499682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sr0bvX8fLOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YXP-5_lsmrc/s400/Alec%27s+Group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I sure miss him! But there is no where else that I would rather him be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-1244848309893116508?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1244848309893116508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=1244848309893116508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/1244848309893116508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/1244848309893116508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/09/words-to-live-by-alec-hes-there.html' title='Words to Live by Alec - He&apos;s There!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sr0b5V9yVNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/xeHRaonkSMU/s72-c/Alec,+Pres.+and+Sis.+Gardner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-3929248143870176013</id><published>2009-09-17T13:25:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:59:15.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Live by Alec-You're Going To Kill Me, But I Am Proud</title><content type='html'>Yeah! What would you think if you read those words from your missionary!?! That is what my last letter said. He said he would tell me in my next letter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought, "He's not been sent home, so it wasn't immoral or illegal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SrKQ-MrvVVI/AAAAAAAAAfs/noSWAMdyc6I/s1600-h/cat-robbery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382523902892135762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SrKQ-MrvVVI/AAAAAAAAAfs/noSWAMdyc6I/s320/cat-robbery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how he could have gotton fireworks into or out of the MTC, so we could rule that out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SrKRHjS_y2I/AAAAAAAAAf0/e0-ZGBqpfZ0/s1600-h/fireworks-crackers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382524063581195106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SrKRHjS_y2I/AAAAAAAAAf0/e0-ZGBqpfZ0/s320/fireworks-crackers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He already told me he won and eating contest! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SrKS1Say2BI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Y6HgapDJFxE/s1600-h/pie_eat_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382525948836108306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SrKS1Say2BI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Y6HgapDJFxE/s200/pie_eat_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, he flew out to Montana, so he called us from the airport. That's when I got the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said he was playing bloody knuckles and BROKE ELDER BROWN'S HAND!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SrKRNNJ1pBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/pEprlVyWtkU/s1600-h/broken_hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382524160716416018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SrKRNNJ1pBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/pEprlVyWtkU/s320/broken_hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH MY GOSH!!!! I asked, "Didn't you get in trouble?" He said, "No, Elder Brown just told people he shut his hand in the door!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start your mission!&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/7688707208561697306-3929248143870176013?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3929248143870176013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=3929248143870176013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/3929248143870176013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/3929248143870176013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/09/words-to-live-by-alec-youre-going-to.html' title='Words to Live by Alec-You&apos;re Going To Kill Me, But I Am Proud'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SrKQ-MrvVVI/AAAAAAAAAfs/noSWAMdyc6I/s72-c/cat-robbery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-9076726063276600519</id><published>2009-09-10T14:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:59:28.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Live by Alec-On the Count Down</title><content type='html'>Look what we got!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SqloZzj5hzI/AAAAAAAAAfk/NLiE4Kmr1F0/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379946022417565490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SqloZzj5hzI/AAAAAAAAAfk/NLiE4Kmr1F0/s400/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boy, is he making up for lost time. In the last 2 days, we have received about 5 letters! He, like almost every other Elder in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MTC&lt;/span&gt;, is counting the days until he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flys&lt;/span&gt; out to the mission field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said that he is trying so hard to be obedient, but the others in his district are a little less committed! They ask him to only write on P-day, so that's why he didn't write sooner! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He leaves the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MTC&lt;/span&gt; on September 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son, yes even Alec Hilton, said that his favorite part is studying the scriptures. He has either REALLY matured, or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MTC&lt;/span&gt; is BEYOND boring! I choose to think that he has matured!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I am so proud of him and love him SO MUCH!!!! And also, don't you think he is the most handsome elder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-9076726063276600519?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/9076726063276600519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=9076726063276600519' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/9076726063276600519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/9076726063276600519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/09/words-to-live-by-alec-on-count-down.html' title='Words to Live by Alec-On the Count Down'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SqloZzj5hzI/AAAAAAAAAfk/NLiE4Kmr1F0/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-6602347261685084210</id><published>2009-09-08T09:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:26:31.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Live by Alec - No words!</title><content type='html'>It's been almost 2 weeks and the only correspondence we have received was a list of things to send. I have heard that they write more when they are homesick. So I can safely assume that he is doing great and keeping busy!&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are really enjoying his projector! So I guess we're doing great, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-6602347261685084210?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6602347261685084210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=6602347261685084210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6602347261685084210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6602347261685084210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/09/words-to-live-by-alec.html' title='Words to Live by Alec - No words!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-155587830683719262</id><published>2009-08-20T11:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:37:33.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/So2OmKEPMqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/z1tDZWqpYsw/s1600-h/Endowment+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372106716711170722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/So2OmKEPMqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/z1tDZWqpYsw/s400/Endowment+day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has it's ups and downs, it's good and bad. But once in awhile, everything seems perfect. Those are what I refer to as pay days! I just had one of the most fantastic paydays a mom could ever have. Saturday, August 15, 2009, my entire family went through the temple. All of my children are now endowed. When I stop crying, I will write more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, it's 3 weeks later and I can finally talk about this without sobbing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so surprised at the emotions that overtake you as you see your entire family dressed in white and in the temple.  My mom always used to quote the scripture that stated that the greatest joy a parent could have is if they're children follow the Lord.  I was happy when they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; fighting!!! The joy you feel in the temple with your family can only be described as celestial.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could say that all of our 'callings and elections have been made sure' and that the fight is over.  I know it's just begun.  Life keeps on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lifing&lt;/span&gt; and we are all human, but in future hard times, I have this moment to look back and and bask in the joy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-155587830683719262?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/155587830683719262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=155587830683719262' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/155587830683719262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/155587830683719262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/08/pay-day.html' title='Pay Day'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/So2OmKEPMqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/z1tDZWqpYsw/s72-c/Endowment+day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-2473859241586502108</id><published>2009-08-10T11:36:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:08:16.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Cassie</title><content type='html'>I LOVE lunch! Dinner's fine, Breakfast is good, but there is something so wonderful about going to lunch - especially with FUN people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cassie was in town and we HAD to celebrate! I love that she shares Kyler so much! What a chunk! She is such a GREAT little mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a shot of some of the group: Jesica holding Mayson, Kellie, Alec, Lexie, Me, Melanie, and Paul. In the front is Debra, Cassie and Kyler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368395650950061858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SoBfZsyhXyI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Lo5iPdpx1po/s400/P1010070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry that this picture was so blurry, but I LOVED Dad and Mayson checking each other out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368395283252505458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SoBfETAl63I/AAAAAAAAAe8/-JHcrdmnJhk/s400/P1010076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kyler and Mayson were meeting for the first time.  Mayson was so cute, grabbing Kyler's hand. Kyler wasn't sure what to think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368394878030610722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SoBestcKgSI/AAAAAAAAAe0/GpPvJFmRqhc/s400/P1010072.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Kyler was on one end of the table and Mayson was on the other! Babies get A LOT of attention in this group!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SoBduMswRFI/AAAAAAAAAek/NKCXnUH8dsQ/s1600-h/P1010080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368393804089934930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SoBduMswRFI/AAAAAAAAAek/NKCXnUH8dsQ/s200/P1010080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SoBeIYdyG1I/AAAAAAAAAes/uEP-ljBEBCo/s1600-h/P1010081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368394253924965202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SoBeIYdyG1I/AAAAAAAAAes/uEP-ljBEBCo/s200/P1010081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Not that I am rushing things, but isn't Melanie so cute with babies?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SoBcv6t76NI/AAAAAAAAAeU/KAu7X69mUaE/s1600-h/P1010080.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SoBdHgXUwUI/AAAAAAAAAec/rNLNowLPybU/s1600-h/P1010081.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Debra was so cold that she was hugging her food to keep warm! You just don't have enough insulation, you skinny little thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368392032703864818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SoBcHFxZ3_I/AAAAAAAAAeM/RK3LDVWY_iI/s400/P1010077.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-2473859241586502108?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2473859241586502108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=2473859241586502108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/2473859241586502108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/2473859241586502108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/08/lunch-with-cassie.html' title='Lunch with Cassie'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SoBfZsyhXyI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Lo5iPdpx1po/s72-c/P1010070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-1576261587024590283</id><published>2009-07-31T11:33:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:03:33.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Belonging</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking how many 'groups' that I belong to. The group of Graves, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bramalls&lt;/span&gt;, Matthews, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blatters&lt;/span&gt;... you know families that you love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; appreciate. But there are so many events in our lives that bind you together almost as strongly as family. Some that spring to mind are those who attended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mapleton&lt;/span&gt; Grade School or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mapleton&lt;/span&gt; 3rd Ward. There is the class of '75, the members of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mapleton&lt;/span&gt; Single ward, roommates, work associates, and most recently members of Bands, Alchemists, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Grandview&lt;/span&gt; 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Ward, and my AMAZING neighborhood. But I guess that one I want to blog about is missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because our mission president passed away shortly after serving, there have not been many reunions. Finally, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hulse&lt;/span&gt; took it upon himself to remedy this. He put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; a mission reunion. What a rush! Even though I haven't seen or heard from most of these people for years, the love and bond I felt is still there. There is something about working together for a cause that build very strong ties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the sisters that attended. From the back: Stephenson, Gammon, Smith, Bodijn, ME, Taggart, (not sure) Front: Barker, Deakin, and Nielson. I wish more sisters would have attended.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365768591889061858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SncKGvJ-1-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/POVfumTnlBw/s400/Zusters+2009_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some of the missionaries that went on their mission Jan-March 1979. Alan Hale still lives in Oakley, Idaho and I get to see him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I go to church there! Randy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bunn&lt;/span&gt; and Bruce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Schvaneveldt&lt;/span&gt; are two elders I haven't seen since Holland. Then there's Robert. I get to see him every 3rd Saturday of June. You know for a cousin, I just don't see him enough! Then me and the only other one that was in my group-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Merk&lt;/span&gt;! Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Merkling&lt;/span&gt; and I were in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;MTC&lt;/span&gt; together and served in Den &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Haag&lt;/span&gt; together. What an amazing man. Seeing him brought back a flood of memories and emotions! What a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SnMspuxAIgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/U6aXuck3Jrw/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364680676568211970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SnMspuxAIgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/U6aXuck3Jrw/s400/P1010016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Karla (Barker) Porter and me with our mission mom, Ruth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Rohgaar&lt;/span&gt;. She was and is such an angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SnMsSdXA2eI/AAAAAAAAAd0/qo1J1pHY7Ao/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364680276758813154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SnMsSdXA2eI/AAAAAAAAAd0/qo1J1pHY7Ao/s400/P1010019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is some of the Den &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Haag&lt;/span&gt; Motley Crew! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Cowan&lt;/span&gt;, me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Merk&lt;/span&gt;. I love these men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SnMr9agagHI/AAAAAAAAAds/8oyd-T_5lng/s1600-h/P1010024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364679915215683698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SnMr9agagHI/AAAAAAAAAds/8oyd-T_5lng/s400/P1010024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Swenson&lt;/span&gt; was one of my saviors in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Apeldorn&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sorry I didn't get a picture of Easy - aka Elder Howell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SnMrqDS60oI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3LYC7gZBKis/s1600-h/P1010025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364679582567551618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SnMrqDS60oI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3LYC7gZBKis/s400/P1010025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor Steve and Paul. I think Steve was saying, "Look at all these old people!" and Paul was saying, "I'm glad we're not that old!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SnMrWIsfY-I/AAAAAAAAAdc/FuU38kkLTI8/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364679240419599330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SnMrWIsfY-I/AAAAAAAAAdc/FuU38kkLTI8/s400/P1010004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steve and Karla are probably the people we see the most from my mission, and that still isn't enough! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a saying that goes, "Make new friends but keep the old. One is silver and the other is gold". I LOVE my old friends and family and look forward to all the new ones that are coming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-1576261587024590283?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1576261587024590283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=1576261587024590283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/1576261587024590283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/1576261587024590283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/07/belonging.html' title='Belonging'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SncKGvJ-1-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/POVfumTnlBw/s72-c/Zusters+2009_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-8114643078783524976</id><published>2009-07-20T09:48:00.029-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:55:14.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandma Pete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360570140677348754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSSJDSjnZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PiPsa4_S1k4/s400/P1010018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Thanks to everyone who came to celebrate Grandma Pete's Birthday. FYI-she would have been 94! In the words of Celeste, she's old enough to be dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We missed all of you that couldn't make it. We hope to see you next year for her 95th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Carrie, Katie and Eric. Next to them are Whitney, Jesica, Dexton, Sam, Hannah, Emma, Patty, Lori Alec and Bowen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360581241058635458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmScPLbsLsI/AAAAAAAAAb8/3f1twGUp89w/s400/P1010012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a typical post for the Jones family - Patty, Lyndsie, AnnDee, Sarah, Cody and Lennis. And what are they admiring?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSeV2gA6SI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ZLL5u5B58a8/s1600-h/P1010054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360583554721966370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSeV2gA6SI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ZLL5u5B58a8/s400/P1010054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prince Elijah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360584958252871714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSfnjD28CI/AAAAAAAAAcs/xk8QFI6V7uU/s400/P1010055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden just couldn't get cool enough! All of this wet was self inflicted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSdOMNFicI/AAAAAAAAAcM/QLaBTSgQGIs/s1600-h/P1010038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360582323597576642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSdOMNFicI/AAAAAAAAAcM/QLaBTSgQGIs/s320/P1010038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSczH89HsI/AAAAAAAAAcE/-PvP3aaKE_U/s1600-h/P1010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360581858599706306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSczH89HsI/AAAAAAAAAcE/-PvP3aaKE_U/s320/P1010034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the hottest day of the year! Why wear clothes!?!? Thanks to Shalin for trying to keep the party G rated! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360583069267532578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSd5mCqGyI/AAAAAAAAAcU/eZXQWw3bteg/s400/P1010056.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a row of handsome men! Jacob, Tyler and Grandpa Graves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSbfod-76I/AAAAAAAAAb0/S2aI-1nNtO4/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360580424219160482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSbfod-76I/AAAAAAAAAb0/S2aI-1nNtO4/s400/P1010019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The young kids! Garrett, Lisa, Debra, Alec, Shalin and Bowen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSacJPVmZI/AAAAAAAAAbs/HUbeQH_pf00/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360579264784996754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSacJPVmZI/AAAAAAAAAbs/HUbeQH_pf00/s400/P1010048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrea shows us that there is more than one way to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360599943902650338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmStP09L3-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/a-wMCxI13r0/s400/P1010050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marin and Emma choose to play a game of tetherball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360589710602876962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSj8K8ZOCI/AAAAAAAAAdE/oAuNLKCgn-I/s400/P1010042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a motely crew of Lisa, Alec, Mitchell, Kaden and Shalin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360576275432835762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSXuJCPirI/AAAAAAAAAbc/3M87EzPhCYw/s400/P1010031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's Cody's back next to Patty, Micah, Tyler, Lori, Lyndsie and AnnDee. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360601113523854914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSuT6InHkI/AAAAAAAAAdU/mprewl_-9mM/s400/P1010049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danielle, Chelsie, Hannah and Sydnee filled A LOT of water balloons. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360575401974302898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSW7TJgCLI/AAAAAAAAAbM/FFnKzqELkxU/s400/P1010046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty went right to the source. Bag the balloons, just spray them down with the hose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360586383776310946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSg6hjIZqI/AAAAAAAAAc0/LtDnc-hGG7Y/s400/P1010053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sydnee, Tyler, Marin, Justin, Zach and Isaac had a blast in their water balloon fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360575041730449842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSWmVIrEbI/AAAAAAAAAbE/lQTCUXNM2AE/s400/P1010027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Micah turned his back on us. But not on Lyndsie, AnnDee, Jesica, Sarah, Cody, Patty, Paul and Paul's cousin Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360574656643736802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSWP6k2JOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/sGmnlX-zC_U/s400/P1010030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and Lori relaxing in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360574232171357970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSV3NSvpxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/AxDYxo8F-5I/s400/P1010020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bowen and Alec - best buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360573403791027298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSVG_Ve7GI/AAAAAAAAAas/C_vl-don3TM/s400/P1010011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dexton, Isaac, Zach, Sydnie and Danielle just had to play with the dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360573072192767314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSUzsCTBVI/AAAAAAAAAak/ChF5uQjjxis/s400/P1010010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Jeremy, Sydnie, Brandie, Debra and Marin in the background. On the other side of the table was Whitney, Chelsie, Brian, Joni, Darin and Tannis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360572749200235730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSUg4y4HNI/AAAAAAAAAac/v_Q83ewU0Oc/s400/P1010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a fun group of Marshall, Shalin, Lisa, Dexton, Mitchell and Bowen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360572427703313218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSUOLICY0I/AAAAAAAAAaU/nuyEvo3PMDw/s400/P1010004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Squirrell! Darin, Spencer, Grandpa Graves and Kerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360572086452802322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmST6T3k0xI/AAAAAAAAAaM/jpbJywj9VB8/s400/P1010001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joni, Debra, Jesica (holding Lincoln) Grandma Graves, Andrea and Tannis in the background.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360571304840628114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSTM0Ith5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/X3JGHlrJ2B8/s400/P1010003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-8114643078783524976?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8114643078783524976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=8114643078783524976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8114643078783524976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8114643078783524976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-grandma-pete.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandma Pete'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SmSSJDSjnZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PiPsa4_S1k4/s72-c/P1010018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-7771765725231411962</id><published>2009-07-07T09:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:04:48.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pete's Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SlNzp1c7vKI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/H66BsVri2gc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355751544433917090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SlNzp1c7vKI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/H66BsVri2gc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SlNzXtdur3I/AAAAAAAAAZs/Xo4-CjUUeio/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deliberating&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;compromising&lt;/span&gt;, we are going to have Pete's Party at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mapleton&lt;/span&gt; Park this year. It's easy, close and will be MUCH cheaper in the long run! Since our budget is.....well let's just say, we haven't had an auction for WAY too long, I will be making assignments for the lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be at the park by Helen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mattinsons&lt;/span&gt; Salon-North &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mapleton&lt;/span&gt;. Plan on 10:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. There will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soft&lt;/span&gt; ball, volley ball, horse shoes and, hopefully, a hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pinochle&lt;/span&gt; game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-7771765725231411962?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7771765725231411962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=7771765725231411962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/7771765725231411962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/7771765725231411962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/07/petes-party.html' title='Pete&apos;s Party'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SlNzp1c7vKI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/H66BsVri2gc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-4213814679475339819</id><published>2009-06-18T09:57:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:59:39.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizno's - For ALL Occasions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpv2AX7YoI/AAAAAAAAAX4/kfSDokJipIU/s1600-h/IMG_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348710481059865218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpv2AX7YoI/AAAAAAAAAX4/kfSDokJipIU/s200/IMG_0685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpm8iuRj7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/pdobVBviXyc/s1600-h/IMG_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348700697754963890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpm8iuRj7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/pdobVBviXyc/s200/IMG_0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpp9EZJGkI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0sBVfg3lX_E/s1600-h/IMG_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348704005328017986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpp9EZJGkI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0sBVfg3lX_E/s200/IMG_0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One thing I can say about Alec, he isn't like anyone else! Who do you know WANTS to open his mission call at work!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjpolYAXoNI/AAAAAAAAAWY/X2zyBNAM5CA/s1600-h/IMG_0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348702498764333266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjpolYAXoNI/AAAAAAAAAWY/X2zyBNAM5CA/s200/IMG_0663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpo_Sw05CI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ExUxSsXojks/s1600-h/IMG_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348702944033563682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpo_Sw05CI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ExUxSsXojks/s200/IMG_0661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He text me at 3:15 saying his call came. He then informed any one who asked, that if they wanted to be there when he opened it, be at Quizno's at 7:00 p.m. Paul was in a meeting and couldn't leave right away, so he made sure that it was late enough for Paul to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjppjzH5EiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Gzg-YXOTcIU/s1600-h/IMG_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348703571195531810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjppjzH5EiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Gzg-YXOTcIU/s200/IMG_0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was relieved, because he told us that he wasn't going to tell anyone until the Bishop had him come up and announce it in church! Then he said that he would write to Joe (his life long buddy) and tell him. When Joe wrote back, he would tell everyone else. Joe is on a mission in Argentina! Alec is SUCH a tease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you notice, Sarah (Joe's sister) was there for Joe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpw3WJen3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5Zqmk14Cb7g/s1600-h/IMG_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348711603596337010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpw3WJen3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5Zqmk14Cb7g/s200/IMG_0676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly, when he read the call and said &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjpxK1OLelI/AAAAAAAAAYY/XOfZZ0zzfA0/s1600-h/IMG_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348711938355067474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjpxK1OLelI/AAAAAAAAAYY/XOfZZ0zzfA0/s200/IMG_0677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Billings, Montana, I thought he was joking! He admited that at first, he was a little dissappointed, but that lasted only a second. He feels really good about it. I told him that he wouldn't have to fly up there. He could just get on his roller blades and Jack (his huskey) could pull him up there! &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who came and shared our excitment! I'm so glad he is so loved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpu-nk9jeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/tCEHgjFPzq0/s1600-h/IMG_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348709529510841826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpu-nk9jeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/tCEHgjFPzq0/s200/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpuoqkoz-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/G14T6H5ERlQ/s1600-h/IMG_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348709152357666786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpuoqkoz-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/G14T6H5ERlQ/s200/IMG_0681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjpwQL4Pi7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/fiOI_G6gl4I/s1600-h/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348710930824793010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjpwQL4Pi7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/fiOI_G6gl4I/s200/IMG_0665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjptdx7mEhI/AAAAAAAAAXI/WL-iM_cQSvs/s1600-h/IMG_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348711220791766690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjpwhEFwbqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/uyJtMZuCzjE/s200/IMG_0672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjptDOwQUUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/odJAhvi3o5I/s1600-h/IMG_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348707409723412802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjptDOwQUUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/odJAhvi3o5I/s200/IMG_0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348707865842815506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjptdx7mEhI/AAAAAAAAAXI/WL-iM_cQSvs/s200/IMG_0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjpvfUZMN_I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Bq4hDudds04/s1600-h/IMG_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348710091296880626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjpvfUZMN_I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Bq4hDudds04/s200/IMG_0684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjpuGs48FpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2kFWrjOAJ8U/s1600-h/IMG_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348708568864134802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjpuGs48FpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2kFWrjOAJ8U/s200/IMG_0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348708212029272930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjptx7k4M2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eBCaxZS5GrQ/s200/IMG_0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjp0m5BhDbI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rH4ws9qdB_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348715718946917810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjp0m5BhDbI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rH4ws9qdB_Q/s200/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpq3zq1OlI/AAAAAAAAAW4/4zUJb2DHvkw/s1600-h/Pres.+Larry+Gardner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348705014451092050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpq3zq1OlI/AAAAAAAAAW4/4zUJb2DHvkw/s200/Pres.+Larry+Gardner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I looked it up and found out that his Mission President is Larry Gardner! No, not the one in our ward, but a man from St. George. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy for Alec!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-4213814679475339819?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4213814679475339819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=4213814679475339819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/4213814679475339819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/4213814679475339819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/06/quiznos-for-all-occasions.html' title='Quizno&apos;s - For ALL Occasions'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpv2AX7YoI/AAAAAAAAAX4/kfSDokJipIU/s72-c/IMG_0685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-3501861942217934296</id><published>2009-06-17T20:09:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:01:58.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He Got His Call!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjmsMQM6r1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Ny6ZOWyfGcc/s1600-h/montana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348495358986727250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjmsMQM6r1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Ny6ZOWyfGcc/s200/montana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjmrafo8E-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/LpcuR7XtAvg/s1600-h/615px-Flag_of_Montana_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348494504137331682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjmrafo8E-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/LpcuR7XtAvg/s200/615px-Flag_of_Montana_svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll bet you just can't guess where! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think of Hannah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think of Uncle Karl, Grandma V and Uncle Ray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heck, think of Jamen Elliott. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Billings Montana Mission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except for the Hannah, there's quite a connection there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjmtPZUOEfI/AAAAAAAAAVo/01erN8lK5Gk/s1600-h/5267_BillingsMT_hr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348496512484512242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjmtPZUOEfI/AAAAAAAAAVo/01erN8lK5Gk/s200/5267_BillingsMT_hr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjmr4JheLnI/AAAAAAAAAVY/uQLbnMGA0_Q/s1600-h/montanamountains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348495013596507762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjmr4JheLnI/AAAAAAAAAVY/uQLbnMGA0_Q/s200/montanamountains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He leaves on August 26th. When I find out when his Sacrement meeting talk is, I'll let you know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-3501861942217934296?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3501861942217934296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=3501861942217934296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/3501861942217934296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/3501861942217934296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-got-his-call.html' title='He Got His Call!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjmsMQM6r1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Ny6ZOWyfGcc/s72-c/montana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-6228092860514843874</id><published>2009-06-17T11:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:31:40.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification</title><content type='html'>It has been brought to my attention that I wasn't clear with my last post. &lt;br /&gt;Paul and I met Paul's cousin Tina (Bliss) Searle in Salt Lake when she took her son Alan Bliss to basic training.  Though our son, Alec, was there, he is now home watching his mailbox hoping the mailman delivers his mission call.  According to the Stake Executive Secretary, Alec's call was mailed Friday, June 12th.  We have been told that calls usually arrive (in our neighborhood) on Wednesdays.  We are anxiously awaiting!  I will keep you informed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-6228092860514843874?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6228092860514843874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=6228092860514843874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6228092860514843874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6228092860514843874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/06/clarification.html' title='Clarification'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-9196477058870327301</id><published>2009-06-16T13:43:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:41:58.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjpgG-51CfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NuD-k-v5_fE/s1600-h/400_up_090319_disney_pixar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348693180536916466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjpgG-51CfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NuD-k-v5_fE/s200/400_up_090319_disney_pixar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't gone to see the movie "Up" yet, I would recommend it. It is a sweet story! But one part in the movie, that seems to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reoccurring&lt;/span&gt; theme in our home, has to do with the dogs. In the movie, the dogs are given a collar that allows them to speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;! The pack of dogs will be talking and suddenly one of them will say "Squirrel". &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjf9ArMqyYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/-zG50gcjifE/s1600-h/up-doug-talking-dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348021270563441026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjf9ArMqyYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/-zG50gcjifE/s200/up-doug-talking-dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that moment, all of the dogs forget what they are doing, freeze and look for the squirrel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is my family! (Me included) I can't tell you how many times I have started cleaning the kitchen and found something that belonged in the bathroom. When I go to put it away, I am distracted by what needs to be done in there and start cleaning the bathroom. When I see something that goes in the laundry, I will go downstairs and start doing laundry and folding clothes. When I go to put them away, I will notice that I never finished cleaning the kitchen. I kind of clean in circles like that! Does that familiar? I'm sorry if it does. (squirrel, or in the words of Darin, 'Something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shiny&lt;/span&gt;')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Paul's cousin met us in Salt Lake City to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alan&lt;/span&gt; to basic training last Sunday. As they were getting ready to leave, Paul pulled out a map and was telling Tina how to get to where they needed to go. The instructions went kind of like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"First, you go out onto South Temple. Follow it until -LOOK AT THAT BIRD HOUSE" &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpfs_MawTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2q0BaKus5AQ/s1600-h/IMG_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348692733938286898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjpfs_MawTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2q0BaKus5AQ/s200/IMG_0659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can you not laugh! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sjf9xWM2J2I/AAAAAAAAAU4/1-XfCOdE0ig/s1600-h/C012-T2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just for the record, it was a cool bird house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-9196477058870327301?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/9196477058870327301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=9196477058870327301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/9196477058870327301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/9196477058870327301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/06/squirrel.html' title='Squirrel!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SjpgG-51CfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NuD-k-v5_fE/s72-c/400_up_090319_disney_pixar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-5883978354922899170</id><published>2009-06-10T10:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:18:29.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>Even though all of the tests are not back yet, one test was good.  Paul's spleen is not enlarged - GREAT SIGN!  His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;polycythemia&lt;/span&gt; is not very advanced - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!  As we find out more from the Oncologist, I will update you.&lt;br /&gt;He did get a beautiful blessing that assured him that he would be around to enjoy his grandchildren.  That gives him A LOT of time because no one in my family is expecting!&lt;br /&gt;I know that not only aging, but stress is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accelerating&lt;/span&gt; his ailments.  So, don't be stressed. (Yeah right.  In the words of my mother, Which kid should I drown?") With only 3 kids, we don't share that stress, but with this economy, who isn't stressed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-5883978354922899170?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5883978354922899170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=5883978354922899170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5883978354922899170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5883978354922899170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-5466158452475431147</id><published>2009-06-04T10:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:38:36.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For your 411</title><content type='html'>I hesitated writing this post.  I didn't want it to sound whiny or like a pity party. Then I put myself in my loved ones shoes.  If something is going on in YOUR life - good or bad - I want to know. Usually, I can't do much about it except for pray and love you, so that is what I hope you do!&lt;br /&gt;Paul has not been feeling his best for quite a while.  He has been to the doctor for tests.  To make a long story short, he has been diagnosed with a condition called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Polycythemia&lt;/span&gt; Vera".  I guess his Aunt Leola had the same condition.  Basically, his body produces too much blood! He has been giving blood to help lower the count, but according to the Doctor, that isn't enough.  They suggested that he get Chemo therapy so it will kill some of the blood producing cells in his bone marrow.  He is meeting with the Oncologist next Tuesday.  That seems a little extreme to me, but then again, I am not the doctor.  If you want to know more, below is a link to the Mayo Clinic that is quite informative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/polycythemia-vera/DS00919"&gt;http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/polycythemia-vera/DS00919&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really doing fine.  He seems the same to me!  The other day, I was talking to some friends and they ask what the symptoms were.  All I could think of was severe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;headaches&lt;/span&gt;, so I embellished a bit... "His symptoms are - He avoids yard work, will not unload the dish washer or make the bed and hasn't vacuumed for weeks!"  Their reply was, "Oh my gosh, our husbands have the same symptoms!" I forgot to mention the cravings for peppermint lifesavers!  (I'm so funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His still working and playing.  His spirits are fine.  He read where people with this condition, when treated, live for 10-15 years.  I'm sure he'll be just fine!  I'll bet he makes it WAY longer that that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated on the what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oncologist&lt;/span&gt; has to say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-5466158452475431147?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5466158452475431147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=5466158452475431147' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5466158452475431147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5466158452475431147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-your-411.html' title='For your 411'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-520225958830862492</id><published>2009-05-31T14:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:07:59.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brittany Bruner Awareness Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SiLwodxVIvI/AAAAAAAAAUI/eqIEhCirqeU/s1600-h/mel+00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342096685991797490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SiLwodxVIvI/AAAAAAAAAUI/eqIEhCirqeU/s200/mel+00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just can't let this month go by without saying something about Brittany Bruner Awareness month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has reflected on the many things Brittany has done to improve out lives - her smile, her laughter, her brilliant mind, her beautiful face, her AMAZING talent, her thoughtful acts of kindness, I could go on for ever!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SiLw_kL9fyI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/MpCbrCkQruQ/s1600-h/mel+00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342097082851098402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SiLw_kL9fyI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/MpCbrCkQruQ/s200/mel+00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, I feel it only appropriate to start Brittany Bruner Awareness month with a 5K run, followed by a parade and of course fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this happens only once a year, we should keep the spirit of Brittany Bruner Awareness alive everyday! We Love You Brittany!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-520225958830862492?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/520225958830862492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=520225958830862492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/520225958830862492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/520225958830862492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/05/brittany-bruner-awareness-month.html' title='Brittany Bruner Awareness Month'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SiLwodxVIvI/AAAAAAAAAUI/eqIEhCirqeU/s72-c/mel+00192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-8575691331133892257</id><published>2009-05-27T15:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:29:51.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Today</title><content type='html'>I really have nothing exciting, insightful or funny to post.  I'm just feeling guilty for not updating my blog for over a month. &lt;br /&gt;They have cut back even more at Paul's bank.  The board is a little nervous.  In the 40+ years they have been in business, this is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scariest&lt;/span&gt; it has been! Compared to other small banks, they are doing great, but that isn't saying a whole lot! &lt;br /&gt;Substituting is slowing down now that there is only 3 more days of school! (Go figure) It's OK, though, because I am working more hours at Rogers (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!) I have enjoyed working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TGN&lt;/span&gt; because I get to escape from people and retreat into my own thoughts.  Scanning images is complicated to set up, but once they're ready, it's quite mind numbing!&lt;br /&gt;Then it's home to dishes, laundry and bills.  It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;glamorous&lt;/span&gt; life, huh?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-8575691331133892257?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8575691331133892257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=8575691331133892257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8575691331133892257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8575691331133892257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-life-today.html' title='My Life Today'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-6756222965522705107</id><published>2009-04-11T09:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:27:52.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well, the building side of the economy is not making dramatic changes, so I am still at Roger's only 3-5 hours per week. Subbing seems to bring in only 2 or 3 assignments per week. I am having no luck replacing my job, so I am just taking what I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SeC0krTqxgI/AAAAAAAAATg/A8iRiNIotq8/s1600-h/tgn.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SejoqpSZxKI/AAAAAAAAATo/AID34DZ4QPk/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325762378700801186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SejoqpSZxKI/AAAAAAAAATo/AID34DZ4QPk/s200/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just signed on to work at TGN (aka My Family.com) part time. I will be doing digital scanning from 4 - 8 every night. Those 3 part time jobs still don't equal up to the 1 full time job I had. I will be working with Crystal, a lady I trained. She is a BLAST! I really loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the jobs I have ! It's been hard, but this should make it a little eaiser!&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for that $40,000,000 to show up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-6756222965522705107?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6756222965522705107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=6756222965522705107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6756222965522705107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6756222965522705107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SejoqpSZxKI/AAAAAAAAATo/AID34DZ4QPk/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-70370780131505987</id><published>2009-03-20T10:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:02:54.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pete's Party - New Idea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/ScPL7VBjViI/AAAAAAAAATY/hDGHXXklj0A/s1600-h/Blog+Pictures+-+Parties.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315316205343692322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/ScPL7VBjViI/AAAAAAAAATY/hDGHXXklj0A/s200/Blog+Pictures+-+Parties.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just talked with my friends who own property up left hand fork in Hobble Creek Canyon. They said we are welcome to use their property for Pete's Party! This way, if you want to spend the night, you are welcome and if you want to just come up for the day, its closer! I need your input!&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-70370780131505987?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/70370780131505987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=70370780131505987' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/70370780131505987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/70370780131505987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/03/petes-party-new-idea.html' title='Pete&apos;s Party - New Idea!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/ScPL7VBjViI/AAAAAAAAATY/hDGHXXklj0A/s72-c/Blog+Pictures+-+Parties.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-6461109896522136475</id><published>2009-03-03T10:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:08:22.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sa1wFSjbmDI/AAAAAAAAASw/DxZSX2YzjNI/s1600-h/Samuel+%26+Elmina+Coffman+Bramall+Nine+-+Emma+%26+Will0003.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309022771921786930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sa1wFSjbmDI/AAAAAAAAASw/DxZSX2YzjNI/s200/Samuel+%26+Elmina+Coffman+Bramall+Nine+-+Emma+%26+Will0003.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the Samuel and Elmina (Coffman) Bramall Family. On the back of the picture it says Nine - Emma and Will.  I know that Emma is Grandpa William Samuel Bramall's sister, but what or who is Nine? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess Nine is the girl standing, Emma is the little girl sitting and I know that Grandpa Bramall is sitting on his father's lap.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice Elmina's pose! Does that show attitude or what! I think I would have liked her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-6461109896522136475?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6461109896522136475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=6461109896522136475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6461109896522136475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6461109896522136475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sa1wFSjbmDI/AAAAAAAAASw/DxZSX2YzjNI/s72-c/Samuel+%26+Elmina+Coffman+Bramall+Nine+-+Emma+%26+Will0003.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-509439166040220175</id><published>2009-02-26T16:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:31:52.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Gum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SaciCLcS42I/AAAAAAAAASo/It22STLikow/s1600-h/Bert+Samuel+Bramall,+Willis+Bramall,+Lois+Bramall+Hamilton,+Frank+Farr+Bramall,+Louise+Bramall+Lowe,+William+Samuel+Bramall,+Sarah+Louisia+Farr+Bramall,+Ivor+Bramall0009.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307248106705970018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SaciCLcS42I/AAAAAAAAASo/It22STLikow/s200/Bert+Samuel+Bramall,+Willis+Bramall,+Lois+Bramall+Hamilton,+Frank+Farr+Bramall,+Louise+Bramall+Lowe,+William+Samuel+Bramall,+Sarah+Louisia+Farr+Bramall,+Ivor+Bramall0009.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom brought some pictures over to me so I could scan them, and I HAVE to share!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Grandpa Bramall's family. On the front row is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Louise Lowe, Grandpa William Samuel Bramall, Grandma Sarah (Farr) Bramall, and Uncle Ivor.&lt;br /&gt;On the back row is:&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Bert Samuel Bramall, Uncle Ellis, Aunt Lois Hamilton, and Uncle Frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just figured out that Kevin and I were the only ones that remember Grandpa Bramall. I want to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was always trying to quit smoking, so he carried gum with him and ALWAYS shared with us. We called him Grandpa Gum. When he died, Gramma Pete wanted to keep his memory alive. That is when she started carrying Chicklets in her bra!&lt;br /&gt;My memories are few, but the over-whelming feeling of love for him and his love for me has never diminished. I remember being so excited when he came to visit. I remember sitting on his lap and getting gum from him. Even though I heard he was quite short, I remember him being so tall! I remember him calling me a 'stick in the mud'. I also remember him in his coffin thinking he was just alseep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to have a copy of this picture. I will have A LOT more pictures copied in CD format at the reunion. If you are interested in some, let me know. I think CD's are about 5 cents a piece, so come with your nickle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-509439166040220175?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/509439166040220175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=509439166040220175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/509439166040220175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/509439166040220175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/02/grandpa-gum.html' title='Grandpa Gum'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SaciCLcS42I/AAAAAAAAASo/It22STLikow/s72-c/Bert+Samuel+Bramall,+Willis+Bramall,+Lois+Bramall+Hamilton,+Frank+Farr+Bramall,+Louise+Bramall+Lowe,+William+Samuel+Bramall,+Sarah+Louisia+Farr+Bramall,+Ivor+Bramall0009.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-3407585427231012281</id><published>2009-02-26T15:23:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:54:18.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>My how time flys with you're UNEMPLOYED! There's nothing like being a Senior Citizen out looking for a job! OK, I'm not really UN-employed, my hours are cut to about 6 - 8 a week. Can you see why I haven't blogged? I haven't been at work. In all fairness, no one should have as much spare time as I did at work and still get paid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it was only the builders and contractors that were affected by this recession, but it really has the trickle effect - OK - the burst dam effect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SacacM_K-9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/Np4IVCNrJhU/s1600-h/woman_teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307239757704264658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SacacM_K-9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/Np4IVCNrJhU/s200/woman_teacher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finally broke down and went back to substitute teaching! I was feeling really old when I had to re-do the orientation with a bunch of young kids - BUT THEY WEREN'T!!! I sat by a man who was as old (or older) than me who is a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certified Math/Physics Teacher! Talk about a slap of reality! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SacdA7rOwpI/AAAAAAAAASg/fQA2DqDLhjc/s1600-h/the-great-depression.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307242587735638674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SacdA7rOwpI/AAAAAAAAASg/fQA2DqDLhjc/s200/the-great-depression.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked to some of my friends at TGN (aka-MyFamily.com) and they just hired 20 new people. Mike told me that there were 500 applicants for the 20 positions! HOLY COW!!! Now explain to me what the difference between a recession and a depression?!?!? It's 1930 all over again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's rain dancing time! How about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-3407585427231012281?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3407585427231012281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=3407585427231012281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/3407585427231012281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/3407585427231012281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SacacM_K-9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/Np4IVCNrJhU/s72-c/woman_teacher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-836156988400389147</id><published>2009-01-22T16:02:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:08:30.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The January Blah's</title><content type='html'>I think Debra worded it well with "Winter Funk". The holidays are always full of ups and downs, but now, I'm afraid my mood matches the weather, gray, overcast, bad air and no more beautiful white snow falls! I'm trying to care, and I will again - I'm sure of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted anything for the last couple of weeks. I don't always do it, but I guess I have been living the Thumper rule. (From the movie "Bambi") If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to keep busy, though. I have been scanning pictures from Pauls mom's collection. There have been some WONDERUFL and HILARIOUS pictures. I'll share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SXj8KR-9ANI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UpUs3RH-viw/s1600-h/Reta0006.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294258615530356946" style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SXj8KR-9ANI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UpUs3RH-viw/s200/Reta0006.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Paul's Grandma - aka Manna. Do you LOVE the hat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SYIy8RrN2uI/AAAAAAAAARo/WbWzPbadPPI/s1600-h/Paul0059.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296852122859330274" style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SYIy8RrN2uI/AAAAAAAAARo/WbWzPbadPPI/s200/Paul0059.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Paul. There is something about hat's that make me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SYI1NqUzPfI/AAAAAAAAARw/YjAsnBnaVgc/s1600-h/Rochelle,+Paul,+Suzanne,+Ray,+Bashawn0014.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296854620557229554" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SYI1NqUzPfI/AAAAAAAAARw/YjAsnBnaVgc/s200/Rochelle,+Paul,+Suzanne,+Ray,+Bashawn0014.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was DARLING! It reminds me of the "roll over, roll over" song.&lt;br /&gt;It's Rochelle, Paul, Suzanne, Ray and Bashawn - the cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing life changing, but I hope it made you giggle, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-836156988400389147?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/836156988400389147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=836156988400389147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/836156988400389147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/836156988400389147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-blahs.html' title='The January Blah&apos;s'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SXj8KR-9ANI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UpUs3RH-viw/s72-c/Reta0006.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-8750866890827705380</id><published>2009-01-15T15:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:54:41.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words To Live By Alec - IT"S CONTAGIOUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SXCttZ3EKxI/AAAAAAAAARA/4ze1LEB17R0/s1600-h/CASHIER_WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291920557707897618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SXCttZ3EKxI/AAAAAAAAARA/4ze1LEB17R0/s200/CASHIER_WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alec and Joe went to the store the other day. When they went to check out, the cashier asked,"How would you like to pay for this?" Joe answered, "With money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SW--AHhTdvI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3fECmYorlnU/s1600-h/CASHIER_WEB.jpg"&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/7688707208561697306-8750866890827705380?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8750866890827705380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=8750866890827705380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8750866890827705380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8750866890827705380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/01/words-to-live-by-alec-its-contagious.html' title='Words To Live By Alec - IT&quot;S CONTAGIOUS!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SXCttZ3EKxI/AAAAAAAAARA/4ze1LEB17R0/s72-c/CASHIER_WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-1303763640090649392</id><published>2009-01-09T14:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:21:15.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pete's Party</title><content type='html'>Dear Pete Party Fans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my turn to plan this fun event! I hope every one is planning on coming and bringing friends! Gramma Pete couldn’t resist a fun party, so we are planning a big one so that she will be there – in spirit, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get Whiting’s Park up Maple Canyon this year, but it is already reserved! I asked how much it would be if we did it the week before or after and it would be $610.00. (Cough, Sputter!)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SWfNhPYv2HI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Gz7kUrWWm7U/s1600-h/camping-717613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289422258319644786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SWfNhPYv2HI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Gz7kUrWWm7U/s200/camping-717613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It sure has changed in the last 20 years! So, to save money (not really much time) we have reserved Bennion. (She loved it there, too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the travel involved, we have reserved Bennion July 17th – 19th, Friday night, all day Saturday and Sunday morning. All the camping fees are paid for! (That’s better than $600.00 – cough, sputter!) You are welcome to come ALL of the time or just some of the time. The festivities and GOOD meals will be planned for Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SWfNU3WEQMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sqn68hCFHpI/s1600-h/YAlakebash.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289422045707518146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SWfNU3WEQMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sqn68hCFHpI/s200/YAlakebash.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We will be resurrecting every one’s favorite activities; Pinochle, Horse Shoes, Shooting Range, Volleyball, Kick Ball, Camp Fires, Jam Sessions, and of course&lt;br /&gt;THE AUCTION!&lt;br /&gt;I even have a GROOVY Denim Camp Blanket for the raffle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please plan on attending and participating in this great tradition! Notice, it’s called “Pete’s Party” not just a “Family Reunion”, so feel free to bring anyone who would like to be considered family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-1303763640090649392?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1303763640090649392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=1303763640090649392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/1303763640090649392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/1303763640090649392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/01/petes-party.html' title='Pete&apos;s Party'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SWfNhPYv2HI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Gz7kUrWWm7U/s72-c/camping-717613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-766375542224012293</id><published>2009-01-07T13:07:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:37:41.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Love Of Winter...</title><content type='html'>I love the snow! It makes me happy! It brings back such fun memories.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry that everyone doesn't share the same joy I feel when I see it.&lt;br /&gt;OK, it's a pain to drive in and those who tend to feel the cold more than I do (everyone) probably don't share my feelings. I guess it goes back to the old adage that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also want to share a couple of before and after pictures - check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SWUPjvuDhPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9iRvNVZPYuY/s1600-h/Melanie+and+Elliot%27s+Reception+Pictures+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288650444195988722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SWUPjvuDhPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9iRvNVZPYuY/s200/Melanie+and+Elliot%27s+Reception+Pictures+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SWUQ8eDWCoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NN1xHOOEyhA/s1600-h/Snow+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288651968461802114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SWUQ8eDWCoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NN1xHOOEyhA/s200/Snow+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SWUQdDzZ39I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/I-cQu0ZJLCY/s1600-h/Melanie+and+Elliot%27s+Reception+Pictures+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288651428839677906" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SWUQdDzZ39I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/I-cQu0ZJLCY/s200/Melanie+and+Elliot%27s+Reception+Pictures+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SWURYxtneMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UVMGnP-_TwU/s1600-h/Snow+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288652454775716034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SWURYxtneMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UVMGnP-_TwU/s200/Snow+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, maybe winter isn't as colorful as summer, but it does cover the dead grass better than any grass dye we have found!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, do you love that Jack is such a picture hog! He is NOTHING like Alec in that way!&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/7688707208561697306-766375542224012293?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/766375542224012293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=766375542224012293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/766375542224012293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/766375542224012293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-love-of-winter.html' title='For The Love Of Winter...'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SWUPjvuDhPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9iRvNVZPYuY/s72-c/Melanie+and+Elliot%27s+Reception+Pictures+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-5338561308729924508</id><published>2008-12-30T08:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:03:49.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words To Live By Alec - Adult Subjects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SVpUBdDYIyI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Hu536hBXGHY/s1600-h/f-Boring-Politics-3467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285629496628093730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SVpUBdDYIyI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Hu536hBXGHY/s200/f-Boring-Politics-3467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were driving down the freeway when we saw a billboard for "Dirty Joe Punsters", an adult store in Spanish Fork.  Alec said, "I used to want to know what was in an adult store until I realized, all adults think about is politics and that is boring! So I don't think I will go there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He smiled, and I laughed!  He thinks he's so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-5338561308729924508?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5338561308729924508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=5338561308729924508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5338561308729924508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5338561308729924508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/12/words-to-live-by-alec-adult-subjects.html' title='Words To Live By Alec - Adult Subjects'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SVpUBdDYIyI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Hu536hBXGHY/s72-c/f-Boring-Politics-3467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-5541981213209468380</id><published>2008-12-22T12:14:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:20:42.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words To Live By Alec - Moral of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SU_oXGSYNPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/i09jfRxq3z8/s1600-h/Dick-Tracey-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282696371451213042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SU_oXGSYNPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/i09jfRxq3z8/s200/Dick-Tracey-web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SU_oSL0ItAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QteYy5RQyLs/s1600-h/dog-laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282696287035634690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SU_oSL0ItAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QteYy5RQyLs/s200/dog-laptop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can teach an old dog new tricks, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you can't teach Madonna to act.&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/7688707208561697306-5541981213209468380?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5541981213209468380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=5541981213209468380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5541981213209468380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5541981213209468380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/12/words-to-live-by-alec-moral-of-day.html' title='Words To Live By Alec - Moral of the Day'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SU_oXGSYNPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/i09jfRxq3z8/s72-c/Dick-Tracey-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-5321136657950400576</id><published>2008-12-17T10:20:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:38:39.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280813503562401362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SUk35wzsRlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/AYImi1t-aJo/s200/Image+morning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SUk23NPwCaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/n-RvRcEIp8k/s1600-h/n1535824447_75082_4429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280812360145045922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SUk23NPwCaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/n-RvRcEIp8k/s200/n1535824447_75082_4429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other morning, when I woke up, Paul asked, "How do you feel?" I said, "My body aches, my joints hurt, so does my head, and I'm tired, but I don't think I'm getting sick."&lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss those days when opening my eyes meant a whole new adventure. I couldn't wait to get outside and play. I hated to come in to eat or even use the bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when going to your room or taking a nap seemed like a punishment. Now it is my reward!&lt;br /&gt;Once I woke up I was just happy to be alive and looked forward to my day, complete with alone time and a nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder people keep asking me about my grand kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-5321136657950400576?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5321136657950400576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=5321136657950400576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5321136657950400576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5321136657950400576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-all-good.html' title='It&apos;s All Good'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SUk35wzsRlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/AYImi1t-aJo/s72-c/Image+morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-5957823846507591133</id><published>2008-12-12T14:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:11:45.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Guy Thing!</title><content type='html'>This should go in the Daily Giggle, but it is too long, and much too funny not to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last weekend, I saw something at Larry's Pistol &amp;amp; Pawn Shop that sparked by interest. The occasion was out 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary and I was looking for a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; extra for my wife, Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;taser&lt;/span&gt;. The effects of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;taser&lt;/span&gt; were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the devise and brought it home. I loaded 2 AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing?!? I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only 2 AAA batteries, right? There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood moving target. I must admit, I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;with my&lt;/span&gt; reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;taser&lt;/span&gt; in the other. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disorient&lt;/span&gt; your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while, I'm looking at this little devise measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 " in circumference; pretty cute really and loaded with 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;itsy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bitsy&lt;/span&gt; AAA batteries, thinking to myself, "No possible way!" What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "Don't do it moron", reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one second burst, just of the heck of it. I touched the prongs to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; naked thigh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;punched&lt;/span&gt; the button and HOLY MOTHER OF.....WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION.....WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure Jessie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ventura&lt;/span&gt; ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, private parts nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position and tingling in my legs?!?! The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;clinging&lt;/span&gt; to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;taser&lt;/span&gt;, CAUTION: There is not such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT HURT LIKE HELL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute or so later ( I can't be sure, as time was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;relative&lt;/span&gt; thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;living room&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control over the drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I pooped on myself, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; too numb to know for sure and my sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head which I believe came from my hair. &lt;br /&gt;P.S.  My wife loved the gift and now regularly threatens me with it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-5957823846507591133?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5957823846507591133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=5957823846507591133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5957823846507591133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5957823846507591133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-guy-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a Guy Thing!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-2623955880388198612</id><published>2008-12-10T15:29:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:50:24.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Last night was our Relief Society Christmas Party. I heard that George &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Durrant&lt;/span&gt; was coming to speak to us after the meal. That in itself was convincing enough for me to plan on attending. Sunday, the Relief Society President stopped by to see if I would make a cake to bring. I was thrilled to be asked!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I delivered the cake and then went to the cultural hall. It was beautifully decorated. There was soft music playing in the background and the company was delightful! They served a 5 course meal that would compare to any 5 star restaurant. A lot of effort had been put into the evening and it showed!&lt;br /&gt;Then the moment of truth, the guest speaker. I remember as a teenager listening to Brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Durrant&lt;/span&gt; speak and being so inspired. I guess my hopes were raised a little too high!&lt;br /&gt;He rambled for a little while and then sat down. The two things that stood out about his talk was that when he was little, and only got tinker toys for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, his parents told him to appreciate what he received because kids in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MAPLETON&lt;/span&gt; and Delta had far less than he did! OUCH! If we would have been in Mapleton, I would have chalked it up to dry humor, but this was in Provo! I guess us old Mapletonians rate right up there with the starving children in Africa!&lt;br /&gt;Then he admonished the women to take care of their husbands because they needed the support-Agreed- but then he said, "I guess you don't need the support like your husbands do!" WHAT?!? I thought a marriage was a partnership, not slavery!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he should have retired from public speaking a while ago! I'm sure I will find the humor in this in the near future, but as for now, I'm a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-2623955880388198612?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2623955880388198612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=2623955880388198612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/2623955880388198612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/2623955880388198612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/12/what.html' title='WHAT?!?!?!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-8785699631230653115</id><published>2008-12-08T14:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:15:04.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Live by Alec - Good Idea/Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277527656680865602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/ST2LcTTDP0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/SL45sq-Wz1Q/s200/engagementslo8%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good idea: kissing a loved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/ST2OCa7CSiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LeO-0cnTiC8/s1600-h/JBP_DON_T_KISS_ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277530510585907746" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/ST2OCa7CSiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LeO-0cnTiC8/s200/JBP_DON_T_KISS_ME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad idea: kissing a total stranger&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/7688707208561697306-8785699631230653115?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8785699631230653115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=8785699631230653115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8785699631230653115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8785699631230653115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/12/words-to-live-by-alec-good-ideabad-idea.html' title='Words to Live by Alec - Good Idea/Bad Idea'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/ST2LcTTDP0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/SL45sq-Wz1Q/s72-c/engagementslo8%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-813331772990159106</id><published>2008-12-04T08:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:48:26.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Problems Are Tomorrow's Funny Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/STf7XTMRydI/AAAAAAAAAOs/U_jEMe9WcMw/s1600-h/Do+it+myself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275961866195159506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/STf7XTMRydI/AAAAAAAAAOs/U_jEMe9WcMw/s200/Do+it+myself.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been told that you need to love people where they are and not judge them just because they are not as mature or advanced as you. Well with that thought, I have discovered something. I am like a 2 year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had to get my piano to a gig. (It's just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; band, but it's fun!) RB left his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt; in my driveway so I could use it to haul. Paul wasn't home and Alec was at work. So having the 2 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mentality&lt;/span&gt; that I have, I knew I could 'Do it myself'. I put the hitch on my car and then picked up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt; to attach it onto the hitch. When I moved it forward, it didn't stop. My hand was smashed between the trailer and the car. And what did I do? (After swearing up a storm) I cried! It hurt and I was embarrassed that I couldn't do it. And talk about timing?!?! I was supposed to perform in less that an hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank heavens for wonderful neighbors. I went down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bruners&lt;/span&gt; and ask Dave for help. Of course, between he and his family, they took care of me and I made it to the gig, complete with an ice pack for my injured hand. Because it was my left hand, and we have a great bass guitar player, we made it through the gig just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I sit here reflecting on the night, it's kind of funny. Can you imagine a 51 year old lady standing at your door crying? I'm sure if any other neighbors were watching, my swearing and crying dance was entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are no broken bones and in a couple of weeks, I'll be good as new. And much like a 2 year old, I'm happy again and dancing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-813331772990159106?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/813331772990159106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=813331772990159106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/813331772990159106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/813331772990159106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-problems-are-tomorrows-funny.html' title='Today&apos;s Problems Are Tomorrow&apos;s Funny Stories'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/STf7XTMRydI/AAAAAAAAAOs/U_jEMe9WcMw/s72-c/Do+it+myself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-4099899255114831427</id><published>2008-12-01T09:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:05:15.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Tag...from Michelle</title><content type='html'>I am a sucker for a tag! Please keep this going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 Joys:&lt;br /&gt;     -When my kids are together and laughing!&lt;br /&gt;     -Playing in a band.&lt;br /&gt;     -Snuggling in my Down Comforter and Down Pillow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Fears:&lt;br /&gt;      -Causing pain or suffering.&lt;br /&gt;      -The economy.&lt;br /&gt;      -Being forgotten. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Goals:&lt;br /&gt;    -A healthy 120 lb. body&lt;br /&gt;    -Get out of debt&lt;br /&gt;    -Family History &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Current Obsessions/Collections:&lt;br /&gt;    -Stand up Comedians&lt;br /&gt;    -Music&lt;br /&gt;    -‘Spoon Me’ yogurt &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Surprising Facts:&lt;br /&gt;     -I got an ‘A’ in my computer class!&lt;br /&gt;     -I loathe any type of fighting.&lt;br /&gt;     -It scares me to perform. I always get stage fright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag … Melanie, Patty, Kim, Lexie, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jesica&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/7688707208561697306-4099899255114831427?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4099899255114831427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=4099899255114831427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/4099899255114831427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/4099899255114831427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-tagfrom-michelle.html' title='I Tag...from Michelle'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-3184104133877194763</id><published>2008-11-26T08:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:15:28.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Of My Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SS11fKpFL_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/RxNtFPxinyE/s1600-h/Primary+Presidency+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272999917013774322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SS11fKpFL_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/RxNtFPxinyE/s200/Primary+Presidency+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One would think that after 51 years of life, you would know how you react to certain situations. Not so for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last 2+ years, I have been serving in the Primary Presidency of our ward. Being called was a shock! I wondered what sane parent would want me influencing their child! I accepted that call mainly because I have such a high regard for Willow, the president. I have always thought that she was an outstanding person and was excited to get to know her better. And who knows, maybe her 'awesomeness' would rub off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks ago, we were released. My first reaction was, "Whew, that's over!" The first week back after being released, I found myself glansing around the chapel, looking for the primary kids. I was tickled when Gracy waved at me and Timo huggged me along with others. I really love and miss those kids! Then the weekly fix of Willow, Wendy and Laurel was gone! Even though I see them, I miss the interaction!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized that I have 2 + years of working with some of heavens finest spirits! I am so blessed!&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/7688707208561697306-3184104133877194763?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3184104133877194763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=3184104133877194763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/3184104133877194763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/3184104133877194763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-of-my-blessings.html' title='Some Of My Blessings'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SS11fKpFL_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/RxNtFPxinyE/s72-c/Primary+Presidency+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-6383302997005480846</id><published>2008-11-24T13:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:08:53.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word To Live By Alec - Moral Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SSsTzryPzkI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tSKLeUpD7A4/s1600-h/ice~capades~3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272329567415029314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SSsTzryPzkI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tSKLeUpD7A4/s200/ice~capades~3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you can't say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anything nice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you're probably at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the Ice Capades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-6383302997005480846?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6383302997005480846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=6383302997005480846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6383302997005480846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6383302997005480846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/11/word-to-live-by-alec-moral-of-day.html' title='Word To Live By Alec - Moral Of The Day'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SSsTzryPzkI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tSKLeUpD7A4/s72-c/ice~capades~3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-3722653243073790718</id><published>2008-11-20T13:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:23:16.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Live by Alec - Shopping with Mom</title><content type='html'>Alec is getting a projector - you know, one that you can show on the wall and watch TV.  He is trying to set up his room so he can watch it in his bedroom.  I offered a white table cloth for the screen, but it just wasn't thick enough.  I then suggested that we go to the fabric store and get something. &lt;br /&gt;He met me at JoAnn's at noon and we found some white felt on sale.  Since he has never been in a fabric store before, I figured it would be a good teaching moment.  We went to the cutting table and a VERY cute young girl helped us.  She asked, "How many yards do you want?"  I was silent, and so was he, finally he spoke up and said, "3 yards." Trying to be friendly, she then ask, "What are you making out of this?"  Once again, silence.  So I chimed in, "He's making a pair of one-sies.  You know, the kind with feet in them.  He gets so cold."  Her jaw dropped - Alec's face went BRIGHT red and I began to laugh! &lt;br /&gt;Instead of shooting me (like I know he wanted to) he just looked at me and said, "Good one, Mom!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-3722653243073790718?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3722653243073790718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=3722653243073790718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/3722653243073790718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/3722653243073790718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/11/words-to-live-by-alec-shopping-with-mom.html' title='Words to Live by Alec - Shopping with Mom'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-5965549615224546688</id><published>2008-11-18T09:20:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:36:59.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Fun Week!</title><content type='html'>OK, I'm dancing again. I just had a moment (or 2) that I had to share! I guess a couple of you have felt like I do. To the rest of you, I'm jealous! I'm still hanging in there with this diet. If nothing else, I am spending less money on food, so if I don't lose weight, maybe I'm gain some money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been to a theater for over 5 years, then in the last week, I have gone 3 times! FUN!!! Wednesday, I went to see "Aida" at the Hale Center Theater (with the Primary Presidency). It was AMAZING! Friday, Paul and I went to the Pioneer Playhouse and saw "Noises Off". Then, last night for family night, everyone but Alec and Graden went and saw Grant Sumsion in a variety show at the Valley Center Playhouse in Lindon. He and his brother did a GREAT rendition of "Who's on first". Except for the eating part, it's been a GREAT week!&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SSLtmiv9VEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/LDYSrHLODGQ/s1600-h/aida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270035760395670594" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SSLtmiv9VEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/LDYSrHLODGQ/s200/aida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SSLtur-p9FI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kDoAYgaLU1Y/s1600-h/Noises_Off_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270035900312187986" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SSLtur-p9FI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kDoAYgaLU1Y/s200/Noises_Off_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SSLt1p7vlFI/AAAAAAAAAOE/dE-wXJwxUzY/s1600-h/whosonfirstBudandLou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270036020022187090" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SSLt1p7vlFI/AAAAAAAAAOE/dE-wXJwxUzY/s200/whosonfirstBudandLou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I am down 3 lbs. OK, it's a start!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-5965549615224546688?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5965549615224546688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=5965549615224546688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5965549615224546688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5965549615224546688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-fun-week.html' title='What a Fun Week!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SSLtmiv9VEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/LDYSrHLODGQ/s72-c/aida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-7843912569166820543</id><published>2008-11-14T09:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:39:11.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Feel Much Like Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SR2pnpHdqrI/AAAAAAAAANs/bq5b0acdL0Y/s1600-h/ges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268553637610498738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SR2pnpHdqrI/AAAAAAAAANs/bq5b0acdL0Y/s200/ges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so sick and tired of reading all of these diets tips that say, “If you do this, you will lose 20 lbs. a year.” Ie: park far away from the entrance, take the stairs, drink skim milk, eat fresh fruits and vegetables, use fat free mayo, drink lots of water. I do all of these things - daily-, and have been for years. According to these experts, I should be down at least 70 lbs, so why do I still weight over 200 lbs? I get so impatient with people who say, just change a couple of bad habits and you can be skinny like me! If losing weight was so damned easy, wouldn’t we have more skinny people?&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the show “The Biggest Loser” because they show the people pushing, sweating, sacrificing and really working hard at it. This is hard work! This is constant work. This is not only a physical challenge, but mental and emotional as well. This is not a task that you can do for a couple of hours a day and call it good, it is 24/7. There is no relief from the stress, and when you go for a break, you have blown your progress and have to start over again!&lt;br /&gt;I talked a woman that had a gastric bypass. She said that she cried everyday for a year because she had to give up her best friend, food! I feel her pain! When your joy, comfort and security is food, and you have to give that up – THAT SUCKS! THIS BETTER BE WORTH IT!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-7843912569166820543?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7843912569166820543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=7843912569166820543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/7843912569166820543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/7843912569166820543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-feel-much-like-dancing.html' title='I Don&apos;t Feel Much Like Dancing'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SR2pnpHdqrI/AAAAAAAAANs/bq5b0acdL0Y/s72-c/ges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-8556597106879137035</id><published>2008-11-10T11:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:27:56.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetheart Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SRh9DDzv-YI/AAAAAAAAANk/6APuH8H4-Fc/s1600-h/Haley+and+Gradens+Reception+Pictures+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267097255725234562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SRh9DDzv-YI/AAAAAAAAANk/6APuH8H4-Fc/s200/Haley+and+Gradens+Reception+Pictures+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweetheart Tag (From Celeste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each person answers questions about their sweethearts. At the end of the post, the person tags 6 people and posts their names. Then, go to their blog and leave them a comment letting them know they have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your husbands name? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hilton Paul Matthews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you guys been married? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;24 years and 9 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did you date? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We dated for almost 3 months and were engaged 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is he? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fifty two-riffic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is taller? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Paul but not by much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can sing best? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Paul for sure! He has had YEARS of instruction and practice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is smarter? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It depends on the subject! Paul is smarter in some ways, but I have got in beat in others! (Don’t tell him – he won’t believe you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does laundry? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me and the Dry Cleaners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who pays the bills? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me! That’s one of the things in which I am smarter! (Once again, don’t tell him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I do. His choice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who mows the lawn? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Alec does! Once I mowed the lawn for Paul and he was not happy about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cooks dinner? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me, which is too bad because Paul is a WONDERFUL cook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me. Paul thinks he’s NEVER wrong! (That's why he is a.k.a. Paul Perfect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who kissed who first? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Paul kissed me first, but I took over from there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wears the pants? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Paul likes to think he does! (Once again…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Haley, Debra, Joni, Angie, Cassie and Patty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-8556597106879137035?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8556597106879137035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=8556597106879137035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8556597106879137035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8556597106879137035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweetheart-tag.html' title='Sweetheart Tag'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SRh9DDzv-YI/AAAAAAAAANk/6APuH8H4-Fc/s72-c/Haley+and+Gradens+Reception+Pictures+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-4393819155455797862</id><published>2008-11-07T15:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:03:50.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Daily Giggle</title><content type='html'>I have decided to start another subcategory to my blog-The Daily Giggle. These are stories that people have sent to me on line. Whereas "Words To Live By Alec" are based on actual experiences, "The Daily Giggle" may or may not be true! They are just stories that made me giggle! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SRTG3QIm0nI/AAAAAAAAANc/yV2UmeoEOvI/s1600-h/SuperStock_1557R-181041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-4393819155455797862?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4393819155455797862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=4393819155455797862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/4393819155455797862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/4393819155455797862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/11/daily-giggle.html' title='The  Daily Giggle'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-2275383884056617226</id><published>2008-11-06T11:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:54:52.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitute</title><content type='html'>Do you realize just how blessed I am? I have a husband who I love and loves me and supports me mentally, emotionally, spiritually, physically, and financially. I have 3 healthy, happy children. I have 2 perfect sons-in-law. I have a beautiful, warm home, a nice car that runs, a job that gives me small challenges as well as peaceful down time. I have food, hobbies, modern technology, and the gospel. I can read, write, play the piano, organ and even carry a tune! I have fun friends who REALLY care! I have an incredible extended family not only in numbers, but also in spirit. I will never be alone! I live in a neighborhood of people who are the salt of the earth! I have great examples to look up to in family and friends. I have wonderful memories as well as a bright future! I have relatively good health. I can walk, see, hear, smell, taste and feel. I feel, not only physically, but emotionally I feel very deeply, that brings me much joy and pain. I cry freely and easily and I am getting old enough that I am beginning to be OK with that.&lt;br /&gt;I’m just feeling very grateful and want to share my joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-2275383884056617226?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2275383884056617226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=2275383884056617226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/2275383884056617226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/2275383884056617226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/11/graditute.html' title='Gratitute'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-8097378767014400121</id><published>2008-11-04T15:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:36:20.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Voted</title><content type='html'>Yes, I went and voted. I really should be proud, but I'm afraid it feels like a useless act. Yes, I know, what if everyone didn't vote...yada, yada. Once again, I feel a story coming on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was younger, we used to sleep out. We used to take a sleeping bag outside and fall asleep under the stars. As I would lay and ponder the universe, I would feel so small and so insignificant! It seemed so over-whelming that it would actually creep me out! I felt so minuscule!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SRDOOswUxyI/AAAAAAAAANU/4VRRqp6Zb-Y/s1600-h/TheUniverse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264934716323448610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SRDOOswUxyI/AAAAAAAAANU/4VRRqp6Zb-Y/s200/TheUniverse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is kind of what voting is to me. Oh, I will continue to vote, mostly because it is the thing to do! I will also encourage my friends and relatives to do the same. My only redeeming thought is, if I vote, I have the privilege to complain about politicians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-8097378767014400121?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8097378767014400121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=8097378767014400121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8097378767014400121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8097378767014400121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-voted.html' title='I Voted'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SRDOOswUxyI/AAAAAAAAANU/4VRRqp6Zb-Y/s72-c/TheUniverse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-6679707515220202350</id><published>2008-10-30T10:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:04:18.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Making It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SQnpBODtwsI/AAAAAAAAANM/1uveZmdPgAw/s1600-h/jesus-hugging-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262993846721954498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SQnpBODtwsI/AAAAAAAAANM/1uveZmdPgAw/s200/jesus-hugging-girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was talking with my daughter about spiritual things. She told me she was worried because in her words, "What if I don't make it because I'm not good enough?" If there is one thing that I am quite sure of, is that I am going to ' make it'. For some reason, I have not had that worry. I know I'm not perfect and that I make dumb mistakes, but I also believe that you are judged on the intent of your heart, and in some cases, that state of your mind! I believe the atonement works and that repentance and forgiveness is a gift. I guess I base my beliefs on experiences that I have had. When I think of a loving Heavenly Father, the following story comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl, my mom taught me how to dust, get a clean rag and wipe things down. We then went into the bathroom for more learning. She told me that wiping things down, like dusting, makes it clean, but if you want something REALLY clean, you would use Comet. We then cleaned the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Days later, I was thinking, what could I do to help my mom. I noticed that her bedroom set was dusty. I wanted to REALLY clean it, so I got the Comet, sprinkled it on her wood furniture, wet my rag, and began to clean. As I scrubbed, I noticed it didn't look cleaner, in fact, it looked worse than when I started. I felt like I had done something wrong, so I left my project and went out to play.&lt;br /&gt;When mom saw what was done, she lovingly took me in the bedroom and explained that Comet was only for the bathroom and kitchen and not the bedroom. She still loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew up, I reflected on that experience and was AMAZED that she didn't beat the living tar out of me! I had ruined the finish on her only piece of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; furniture she had every owned up to that point! It took years for her to save the money to have it refinished.&lt;br /&gt;I compare that to my Heavenly Father's love. I'll bet he watches us make mistakes and shakes his head A LOT! And yet, I can see him lovingly know that we were doing the best we knew at that moment. Like my mom, he still loves us, forgives us and hopes that we learn from our experiences. I think we all will 'make it' if we just keep trying!&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/7688707208561697306-6679707515220202350?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6679707515220202350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=6679707515220202350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6679707515220202350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6679707515220202350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/10/making-it.html' title='Making It'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SQnpBODtwsI/AAAAAAAAANM/1uveZmdPgAw/s72-c/jesus-hugging-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-105718907658777314</id><published>2008-10-23T11:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:31:24.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Illusion of Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am surprised by what is considered to be 'control'.  When I hear people talk about their accomplishments or gifts, I often hear the phrase, “You just have to want it bad enough.”  So wanting is the only prerequisite of achieving?  I think not! If that is all it took, every team would win their game, everyone would be healthy and prosperous, you get the picture.  Granted, persistence, hard work, knowledge, these are things that should not be ignored.  But do we really have the control over &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aspects of our lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When Alec was in 1st grade, his class went on a field trip to the canyons.  Mr. Chapman took them on a nature walk, pointing out different foliage, wildlife, and the beauties of nature.  When we got back into the bus, I noticed that Alec had a grasshopper sitting on his finger.  This was amazing to me, because they usually don’t stay in one place for very long, yet this grasshopper seemed to be content to stay with Alec.  (I did, however, notice that it was missing a leg.)  His class mates were so intrigued.  They crowded around him to see this treasure.  One friend asked him how he got him to stay on his finger.  Alec told him, “I trained him!”  --The illusion of control--.  Alec was naive enough to think that he had control over the grasshopper.  I have asked him about this incident lately and he told me, he really thought that he trained him.  After that grasshopper died, he found others, removed their leg and then couldn’t understand why they weren’t ‘trained’.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am intrigued by the paradox of agency and yet God being in control.  I heard it once said that we are in charge of the ingredients of controlling our lives, but God is in charge of the outcome.  What are your thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-105718907658777314?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/105718907658777314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=105718907658777314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/105718907658777314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/105718907658777314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/10/illusion-of-control.html' title='The Illusion of Control'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-1875675356395464038</id><published>2008-10-21T14:35:00.039-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:36:15.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259716367551281586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="80" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5EK0szubI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jqkyOoFnXxw/s200/texting.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who are your last 4 texts from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Weather bug, Haley, Melanie and Judy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5FKlZiURI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cCP4N7Btaes/s1600-h/graves-23_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259717462955544850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="70" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5FKlZiURI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cCP4N7Btaes/s200/graves-23_5.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Graves &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5DodcaruI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2ZZAXycsWWQ/s1600-h/graves-23_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5Iu6OMQVI/AAAAAAAAALc/wN1edtl0BD0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259721385555280210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="138" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5Iu6OMQVI/AAAAAAAAALc/wN1edtl0BD0/s200/untitled.bmp" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whats your current favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5FgDyQPRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3q2hdMdXng4/s1600-h/tn2_colin_farrell_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259717831889534226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="129" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5FgDyQPRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3q2hdMdXng4/s200/tn2_colin_farrell_1.jpg" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Does your crush like you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah! He wants me BAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5FzI4M4fI/AAAAAAAAAKc/oiFmyKFwnk8/s1600-h/blueshirtdis7103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259718159674171890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5FzI4M4fI/AAAAAAAAAKc/oiFmyKFwnk8/s200/blueshirtdis7103.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5GAaRE7NI/AAAAAAAAAKk/k3PlMHR8uxs/s1600-h/there_are_no_ugly_women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259718387680210130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="125" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5GAaRE7NI/AAAAAAAAAKk/k3PlMHR8uxs/s200/there_are_no_ugly_women.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you were going on a Reality TV show, which one would it be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would LOVE to do “The Swan”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are you imagining anyone naked right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5G3kzMTGI/AAAAAAAAALE/upWlaGyOnis/s1600-h/Snake-River-Rafting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259719335400459362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5G3kzMTGI/AAAAAAAAALE/upWlaGyOnis/s200/Snake-River-Rafting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever had a near death experience? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I felt like it was! When I was river rafting and thrown into Kahuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn’t know “Lunch Counter” was around the corner and it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kept swallowing me up! I was a little traumatized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5N_bh4FjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Xbxs-c-KiH4/s1600-h/watching_tv_large.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259727166932260402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="116" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5N_bh4FjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Xbxs-c-KiH4/s200/watching_tv_large.gif" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Something you do a lot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Walk, Play Solitaire, Laundry, Watch TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5OHLQLIhI/AAAAAAAAAME/Xjj0a5k1sbc/s1600-h/old+lday1209018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259727300001997330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="112" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5OHLQLIhI/AAAAAAAAAME/Xjj0a5k1sbc/s200/old+lday1209018.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How old will you be in 12 months? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fifty two-riffic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you want to see somebody right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am really missing Jackie (Buhler) Vernon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5O-iA-3LI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZCg56REia6I/s1600-h/Melanie+and+Elliot%27s+Reception+Pictures+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259728251005099186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5O-iA-3LI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZCg56REia6I/s200/Melanie+and+Elliot%27s+Reception+Pictures+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who would you do anything for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Family – Immediate and Extended! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5HCsCwDYI/AAAAAAAAALM/B8_kpCPYmks/s1600-h/Mother+Teresa641c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259719526323326338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="135" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5HCsCwDYI/AAAAAAAAALM/B8_kpCPYmks/s200/Mother+Teresa641c.jpg" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your hero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's your biggest fear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hitting someone in my car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Speak any other languages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ya zeker! Dutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5N4irgR1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/W8MQftM0n7g/s1600-h/Doll_Panties_for_Baby_Dolls_Sweet_Tears_Betsy_Wetsy_Tiny_Tears.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259727048592607058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5N4irgR1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/W8MQftM0n7g/s200/Doll_Panties_for_Baby_Dolls_Sweet_Tears_Betsy_Wetsy_Tiny_Tears.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whats your favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;New Dollys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you like to sleep naked? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heck No! I chafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not that I can remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5HKmRTPFI/AAAAAAAAALU/Z8X-MFDupL8/s1600-h/puddles.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259719662212693074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="105" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5HKmRTPFI/AAAAAAAAALU/Z8X-MFDupL8/s200/puddles.gif" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you like rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5TskleYGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5QD3yPkH9K4/s1600-h/LaundryIMG_3605-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259733440015523938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="106" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5TskleYGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5QD3yPkH9K4/s200/LaundryIMG_3605-1.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What I need to get done after work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What’s your favorite memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performing with the Rock Band! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5GwCLYMBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nhu8u3BvegI/s1600-h/joe_cocker.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259719205847576594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5GwCLYMBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nhu8u3BvegI/s200/joe_cocker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What are you listening to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Joe Cocker – “You Are So Beautiful”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever been kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5Lw4Y2lDI/AAAAAAAAALs/K9uxxU602OU/s1600-h/Chimi06262205258388_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259724717957747762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="108" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5Lw4Y2lDI/AAAAAAAAALs/K9uxxU602OU/s200/Chimi06262205258388_1.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who was the last person you yelled at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chimi! Ok, he’s not a person, but he barks TOO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5TY56UK1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/i5G8ljMsZJM/s1600-h/My+Men.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259733102142696274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5TY56UK1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/i5G8ljMsZJM/s200/My+Men.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who is the last person you said I love you to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who is the last person that made you smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-1875675356395464038?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1875675356395464038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=1875675356395464038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/1875675356395464038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/1875675356395464038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/10/somethings-about-me.html' title='Somethings About Me'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP5EK0szubI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jqkyOoFnXxw/s72-c/texting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-9019777778705947359</id><published>2008-10-20T16:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:10:41.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Word To Live By Alec - Missions Plans</title><content type='html'>Alec is really quite a modest person, if you call boxers modest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he went to Catalina, he spent the entire weekend in his wet suit or boxers and a hoodie. That is how he lives around the house! Not necesssarily the wet suit, but definately boxers and a tee shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Glenn and Amy were here, they were talking about his mission. They asked, "What if you are called to Alaska?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "I'll take Jack (his Huskey) as my companion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP0BQyu2dhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yqR_rc9ui7o/s1600-h/Suzanne%27s+Birthday+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259361327846422034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP0BQyu2dhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yqR_rc9ui7o/s200/Suzanne%27s+Birthday+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They asked, "What if you go to Guatelama?" His answer? "No pants!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP0A6aGFbmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QP7qSUhvLJw/s1600-h/noservicesmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259360943275863650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP0A6aGFbmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QP7qSUhvLJw/s200/noservicesmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7688707208561697306-9019777778705947359?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/9019777778705947359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=9019777778705947359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/9019777778705947359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/9019777778705947359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/10/word-to-live-by-alec-on-pants.html' title='Word To Live By Alec - Missions Plans'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SP0BQyu2dhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yqR_rc9ui7o/s72-c/Suzanne%27s+Birthday+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-3092745430724458874</id><published>2008-10-14T15:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:10:04.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Word To Live By Alec - Good Idea/Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>Good idea - drinking milk right from the carton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SPUMkWg5PxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/r5dbadW6lao/s1600-h/milk+from+carton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257121958683295506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SPUMkWg5PxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/r5dbadW6lao/s200/milk+from+carton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad idea - drinking milk right from the cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SPUMCC9jQwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gxFG0AWbxDM/s1600-h/Cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257121369319228162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SPUMCC9jQwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gxFG0AWbxDM/s200/Cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-3092745430724458874?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3092745430724458874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=3092745430724458874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/3092745430724458874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/3092745430724458874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/10/word-to-live-by-alec-good-idea-bad-idea.html' title='Word To Live By Alec - Good Idea/Bad Idea'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SPUMkWg5PxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/r5dbadW6lao/s72-c/milk+from+carton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-7213757255045001351</id><published>2008-10-14T11:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:27:10.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Kind To Everyone You Meet - We Are All Fighting a Battle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the Old Testament, the people were taught, An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. In my younger days, this seemed to give me silent permission to be mean to anyone who was mean to me. It made sense, if you hit me, I get to hit you back - If you talk trash about me, I can talk trash about you. To me, that is an example of fighting fire with fire. Well, I have found out that when you fight fire with fire, you just get a big, destructive sweltering fire! This never brought me peace. I then adopted the theory of fighting fire with water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I awkwardly tried to practice this theory, I ran across Steven Covey’s 7 Habit that seemed to help describe this in a more eloquent way, “Seek to understand, then be understood.” I find this to be much more challenging, yet in the long run, much more rewarding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When someone is in your face, literally screaming and accusing you, it’s difficult to look at them calmly, realizing that their anger is not about you, but about some inadequacy they feel, or weakness in themselves that is over-whelming to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, people are most impatient with other people when it involves their own personal weaknesses. When you are guilty of an action or thought, suddenly it’s everywhere you look! I can’t tell you how many times I have heard of someone in the news that condemns others about illegal or immoral actions only to find out later that they are guilty of the same, if not worse, action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you notice in others, seem to be what you are judging about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm always curious about the people I notice. I know that Haley notices thin people. Kellie, do you notice all of the pregnant people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I would like to say that I notice the well-balanced, secure, happy, beautiful people. Yeah, that's it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That's my story and I'm sticking to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-7213757255045001351?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7213757255045001351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=7213757255045001351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/7213757255045001351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/7213757255045001351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/10/be-kind-to-everyone-you-meet-we-are-all.html' title='Be Kind To Everyone You Meet - We Are All Fighting a Battle.'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-8190889643572702851</id><published>2008-10-08T10:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:35:38.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Word To Live By Alec - On Scripture References</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SOzhTKLxVdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0iT3wGbi270/s1600-h/Image_-_Scriptures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254822584502015442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SOzhTKLxVdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0iT3wGbi270/s200/Image_-_Scriptures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When the kids were finally old enough to be left on their own, Paul and I went out for a needed date. As we were sitting in the restaurant, Pauls cell phone rang, it was Melanie. She asked, "Alec wants to know if he can go to Joes." Paul asked, "Has he finished his work?" Melanie turned to Alec and asked, "Did you finish your work?" He answered, "Yes." Melanie relayed the message, "Yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul asked, "Did he really finish, every jot and tiddle?" Melanie turned to Alec and asked, "Did you use the bathroom?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's when it made us realize, we need to do more scripture study as a family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-8190889643572702851?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8190889643572702851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=8190889643572702851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8190889643572702851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8190889643572702851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/10/word-to-live-by-alec-on-scripture.html' title='Word To Live By Alec - On Scripture References'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SOzhTKLxVdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0iT3wGbi270/s72-c/Image_-_Scriptures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-5428464817371467558</id><published>2008-10-07T12:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:26:38.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference Between Men and Women, EVERYTHING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SO0JZlhLRyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MqL87cf8AR0/s1600-h/ist2_2205340-toon-male-female-symbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254866675383879458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SO0JZlhLRyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MqL87cf8AR0/s200/ist2_2205340-toon-male-female-symbol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SOu3B3uEPCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jsI5STyenV0/s1600-h/ist2_2205340-toon-male-female-symbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Uchdorf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; spoke at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Women's&lt;/span&gt; Conference about the difference between men and women. His example was basically, when a woman cooks a meal, it's a beautiful, delicious spread, yet she still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;criticises&lt;/span&gt; her culinary expertise. He said, when ever he makes fried eggs and toast, he pats himself on the back and is very proud! I got a big kick out of that! How is that like my life?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I got up Saturday morning and began cleaning. I started laundry, unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher, pulled weeds in the front flower bed and scrubbed both bathrooms. I sat down for a minute when Haley came over to visit and she said, "What have you been doing?" My first thought was, "Nothing." because the house still needed vacuuming, dusting, mopping, window washing, and don't even get me started on the y&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; work. When I started thinking about it, I had done A LOT! I ignored the rest of the house and began to scrapbook! Yeah, I paid for not finishing, later, but I felt so masculine! I had patted myself on the back and celebrated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Elliot gave me a book to read. It is called "Dave Barry's Complete Guide to Guys". Evidently, Pres. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Uchdorf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; barely scratched the surface. At one point, while reading it, I had to close the book for a minute. I was laughing so hard, I began to cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He not only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wrote&lt;/span&gt; about the difference between men and women, but also between men and guys. In his book he made a "Stimulus-Response Comparison Chart" He states, "if a woman sees and untamed river in the wilderness and woman response would be to contemplate its beauty. A typical Man response would be to build a dam. A typical Guy response would be to see who can pee the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;farthest&lt;/span&gt; off the dam." It just gets better from there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surprised how I, surrounded by boys growing up, still ended up with such feminine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;characteristics&lt;/span&gt; and Paul, surrounded by women, still ended up with not only men traits, but guy traits as well. I guess it just proves that it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;innate&lt;/span&gt;! It's our DNA! It just proves to me the importance of Psychologists and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Counselors&lt;/span&gt;. As long as there are two genders, we will ALWAYS need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;counseling&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SOu28DYL2LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MnR0Bbd0oUE/s1600-h/difference%2520(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254494533072967858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SOu28DYL2LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MnR0Bbd0oUE/s200/difference%2520(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-5428464817371467558?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5428464817371467558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=5428464817371467558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5428464817371467558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5428464817371467558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/10/difference-between-men-and-women.html' title='The Difference Between Men and Women, EVERYTHING!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SO0JZlhLRyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MqL87cf8AR0/s72-c/ist2_2205340-toon-male-female-symbol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-8065912357904571704</id><published>2008-09-30T13:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:01:19.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Story Is For The Birds!</title><content type='html'>Last night, Mom and Dad stopped by to say, "Hi." It was so nice to sit and visit. By the time they left, we were all belly laughing! I NEED to share!&lt;br /&gt;Dad said that he, Darin, Rocky, Mitchell and Jason went to get some trusses. They had a HUGE load and ended up driving 40 mile per hour down the freeway! To make a long story short, they ended up pulling over on the University Avenue exit and waiting for Tannis to drive behind them with her safty blinkers on.&lt;br /&gt;As he sat there, suddenly an owl flew into his window and scared the $#!*% out of him! Of course, Dad, Rocky, Mitchell and Jason got a good laugh out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Mom said that she was reading the paper the other day and found where the BLM found an injured owl and nursed him back to health. They released it back into the wild just a day before this happened.&lt;br /&gt;I just got an email from Darin that said, "I know nothing and have no recolection of any owl."&lt;br /&gt;Does this ring a bell?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SOKC5CrytZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/R13VakZ_Lqg/s1600-h/owl%24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251904031952123282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SOKC5CrytZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/R13VakZ_Lqg/s200/owl%24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You draw your own conclusions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-8065912357904571704?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8065912357904571704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=8065912357904571704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8065912357904571704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8065912357904571704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-story-is-for-birds.html' title='This Story Is For The Birds!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SOKC5CrytZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/R13VakZ_Lqg/s72-c/owl%24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-2281181785959330880</id><published>2008-09-29T14:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:28:11.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Live by Alec - On Taking Tests Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SO0JxNuMWyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/v5HZi2AV5dc/s1600-h/nuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254867081312885538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SO0JxNuMWyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/v5HZi2AV5dc/s200/nuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of popular demand, I need to add to and clarify this post. First of all, no, the teacher didn't give him credit for the African Wild Coast answer.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't get credit for this one either - "Who is Margaret Jayne?" Alec's answer, "I don't know. No one has introduced us!" He did, however get credit for this question - "What happened to the SS Wrath?" His answer, "It sank."&lt;br /&gt;Teachers have a special place in heaven. They rate right up there with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nursery&lt;/span&gt; Leaders and Scout Masters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SOFCyCduPEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7y6lsLrXIqQ/s1600-h/nuts.jpg"&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/7688707208561697306-2281181785959330880?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2281181785959330880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=2281181785959330880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/2281181785959330880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/2281181785959330880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/09/words-to-live-by-alec-on-taking-tests_29.html' title='Words to Live by Alec - On Taking Tests Part 2'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SO0JxNuMWyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/v5HZi2AV5dc/s72-c/nuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-8392863372093619591</id><published>2008-09-26T15:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:24:36.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag! (from Brandie)</title><content type='html'>I am: nothing short of amazing!&lt;br /&gt;I think: about my family almost constantly.&lt;br /&gt;I know: change is the only constant&lt;br /&gt;I want: financial security and a healthy 128 lb. body!&lt;br /&gt;I dislike: oysters!&lt;br /&gt;I miss: carefree days!&lt;br /&gt;I fear: for the economy&lt;br /&gt;I feel: deeply and passionately&lt;br /&gt;I hear: beautiful music (my i-pod is playing)&lt;br /&gt;I smell: the cool, crisp air&lt;br /&gt;I crave: Pepsi (lately)&lt;br /&gt;I cry: Freely and often&lt;br /&gt;I usually: am smiling&lt;br /&gt;I search: for universal truths&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: what the future will bring&lt;br /&gt;I regret: my self doubt and loathing&lt;br /&gt;I love: my family, silent snow falls w/huge snow flakes &amp;amp; watermelon&lt;br /&gt;I care: about the under dog&lt;br /&gt;I always: think about what I am going to eat!&lt;br /&gt;I worry: about Paul&lt;br /&gt;I am not: a pet lover&lt;br /&gt;I remember: The comfort and security of my father’s lap.&lt;br /&gt;I believe: t hat people are basically good&lt;br /&gt;I dance: daily – rain or shine!&lt;br /&gt;I sing: either out loud or in my heart constantly!&lt;br /&gt;I don't always: make my bed&lt;br /&gt;I argue: when I’m tired&lt;br /&gt;I write: for therapy&lt;br /&gt;I win: at Solitaire A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;I lose: my shoes!&lt;br /&gt;I wish: I was TOTALLY out of debt&lt;br /&gt;I listen: attentively&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand: what is so important about the blame game!&lt;br /&gt;I can usually be found: at home or at work&lt;br /&gt;I am scared: when I drive! (You should be, too!)&lt;br /&gt;I need: love and attention&lt;br /&gt;I forget: past failures&lt;br /&gt;I am happy: that I finally figured it out! (forgetting past failures)&lt;br /&gt;I tag: YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-8392863372093619591?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8392863372093619591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=8392863372093619591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8392863372093619591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/8392863372093619591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-tag.html' title='Tag! (from Brandie)'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-992463106281027884</id><published>2008-09-24T13:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:04:41.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain is Inevitable - Misery is Optional</title><content type='html'>I would love to take credit for that insight, but I can't. Paul and I heard Hyrum Smith speak (No, it wasn't a seance, he is the co-founder of Franklin Planner). He was asked to speak to some of the victims of the 9-11 tragedy. Right after he began, someone from the audience shouted out, "After everything we have witnessed and lost, are you going to tell us that every thing is rosy and to smile?" He replied with that thought - Pain is Inevitable, misery is optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That message is so powerful to me, that I think I will never forget it. I feel like I have had a good share of trials that have left their mark. 'They' say that time heals all wounds. I say that some wounds may never heal, but as time goes by, you develop a callous that allows you to function. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were times in my life that I didn't think I would ever be the same. I even got to the point where I thought, 'Christ's time in the garden and on the cross was only hours long, then his pain was over. ' My excruciating pain seemed to go on for weeks, months and in some things, years. (Yeah, I was immature and short sighted. I have since BEGGED for forgiveness.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I heard that thought, something dawned on me. When it was time to put the pain behind me and move on, in some cases, I was unwilling to let go of the pity. I had become so comfortable in my misery, I didn't realize that I was stuck. The pain became manageable, but I couldn't get past the misery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW! It is so liberating to realize that I can let go of the misery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one gets through this life unscathed - but many get by with smiles on their face. That is me! Oh, you will see tears, but there will always be a smile, kind of like the rainbow after, and sometimes, during the rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There it is again, the idea of dancing in the rain. I think I see a reoccurring theme here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                        &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SNqc0dBIg7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Hj5gzaLKYB4/s1600-h/DancingInTheRain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249680740610245554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SNqc0dBIg7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Hj5gzaLKYB4/s200/DancingInTheRain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-992463106281027884?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/992463106281027884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=992463106281027884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/992463106281027884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/992463106281027884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/09/pain-is-inevitable-misery-is-optional.html' title='Pain is Inevitable - Misery is Optional'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SNqc0dBIg7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Hj5gzaLKYB4/s72-c/DancingInTheRain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-7468875586714653741</id><published>2008-09-19T15:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:03:13.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Live by Alec - On Taking Tests</title><content type='html'>Alec informed me that he has learned how to take tests. If you don't know the answer, just make it up anyway! For example, one of the questions was, "Tell me about the worst cyclone ever recorded in history." He answered, "The wind blew and it messed things up." He actually got credit for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another questions was, "Why is a coast in Africa called the "Wild Coast"?" He answered, "Too much partying."&lt;br /&gt;                            He's a freakin' genius!&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SNQg3mXH3iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lh_OY1HXWXQ/s1600-h/graduate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247855605355896354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SNQg3mXH3iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lh_OY1HXWXQ/s200/graduate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-7468875586714653741?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7468875586714653741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=7468875586714653741' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/7468875586714653741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/7468875586714653741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/09/words-to-live-by-alec-on-taking-tests.html' title='Words to Live by Alec - On Taking Tests'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SNQg3mXH3iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lh_OY1HXWXQ/s72-c/graduate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-1348938873060948527</id><published>2008-09-16T14:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:30:51.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SNAYSkAu6EI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HY_znvRA-wI/s1600-h/Mom+and+Dad+0628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246720273070090306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SNAYSkAu6EI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HY_znvRA-wI/s200/Mom+and+Dad+0628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my mom's birthday. She is such an amazing woman. I know everyone thinks that of their mom, but I think I can prove my point! She tops the 'Amazing' list!&lt;br /&gt;She has a strong spirit. Even as a young child, she knew the importance of the gospel in her life. She would attend church weekly, sometimes alone. She has a strong testimony and lives it daily.&lt;br /&gt;She knew she wanted an eternal marriage, so she married a man that is as close to perfect as you can get on this earth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Together&lt;/span&gt; they raised 9 children. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;I have often referred to her as 'Saint Shirley' and believe me, she has earned that title. This woman has a direct line to heaven. Her motherly instincts are almost psychic. She knows when her children need her and what to do about it. You can feel that the Lord is at her side almost all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;She not only taught the importance of hard work and education, but she is a living example of it. She was up every morning before the crack of dawn to herd her kids out to do their chores, cook a HOT breakfast, have family prayer (on our knees - of course), read scriptures then help every one off to their various destinations. She washed 4 or 5 loads of laundry DAILY, cooked, cleaned, and taught a plethora of piano lessons. She did this for over 40 years! She was never idle. Even when she would visit with the neighbors, she had a big bowl of beans to snap, or something similar. When the chore was done, so was her visiting and back to work she went. If you were to sneak into her room at night, you could always catch her reading. Not just any book, but a self improvement or religious book. She is always trying to better herself.&lt;br /&gt;She shares her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;talent&lt;/span&gt; of music wherever she goes. She has probably influenced thousands of people with her music. Between her hundreds of piano students and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;various&lt;/span&gt; church callings, she spread the love of music everywhere. We were not in the car more than 10 minutes before we were all singing some silly song. Everyone of her children have a deep appreciation and love for music because of her.&lt;br /&gt;She is a beautiful woman - inside and out! She is tough as nails yet as feminine as a flower. She can hunt and fish, pack a gun and rough it with the best of them and yet, she still carries herself like royalty. She always was trying to teach us manners and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;etiquette&lt;/span&gt; as well as gutting a deer and starting a fire.&lt;br /&gt;She makes the best of every situation. She is always looking for the joy in life and always finding it. If there was something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unpleasant&lt;/span&gt; to do, she makes a game of it.&lt;br /&gt;Our home was always open to anyone at anytime. She is giving and loving. It doesn't matter if you are related or if you are one of the many who call her your 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; mom or grandma, you are family when you are around her. It is not very often that you visit her home without leaving with a bag of peaches or a loaf of homemade bread or some other home made treat.&lt;br /&gt;She loves deeply, laughs freely, gives unselfishly and cares from the bottom of her heart.&lt;br /&gt;She has made such an impact in so many people's lives. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; and 'elect woman'.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday and we're looking forward to many more happy birthdays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-1348938873060948527?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1348938873060948527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=1348938873060948527' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/1348938873060948527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/1348938873060948527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-is-my-moms-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SNAYSkAu6EI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HY_znvRA-wI/s72-c/Mom+and+Dad+0628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-1111451515164400522</id><published>2008-09-10T09:06:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:24:57.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SMgBe9mrsHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/z3VmA5qp7XQ/s1600-h/sick_in_bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244443397517455474" style="CURSOR: hand" height="131" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SMgBe9mrsHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/z3VmA5qp7XQ/s200/sick_in_bed.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though the calendar says Wednesday, it is my Tuesday! I stayed home Monday. I just didn't feel good! I had slept through the weekend and thought that would let my body heal itself. One thing about aging, you don't seem to bounce back as fast as you used to! The 24 hour flu can take me 4 - 5 days to recover! Enough belly-aching! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, my thoughts have been on loving and respecting myself. I have usually sought for acceptance through others. If everyone else loves it, I love it. If everyone else accepts is, I accept it. If I am receiving praise from others, I must be doing well. My self esteem was based mostly on outside influences. It wasn't until a couple of weeks ago that I realized that others only love and cherish me to the extent that I love and cherish myself. What a shocker! Luckily, I have been surrounded by mostly good people who look for the good in others. I appreciate their love and support, but always wondered why I was never put first in their lives. Well, to begin with, I was never first in my life. Don't get me wrong, I am a firm believer in service and giving, but there gets to be a time when you have nothing to give, and wonder what happened! In the spirit of Stephen Covey, if your saw isn't sharp, you're not a very useful tool! But using the same analogy, what good is a sharp saw, if it is just sitting in the shed! There is balance!&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to be perfect to be accepted, and when I fall short, I go for the sympathy. This is so self destructive! When you go for the 'poor me' method, you bring yourself below your potential. The sympathy card may get you a hand out or a pat on the head, but in the long run, you haven't gained anything until you pull yourself up and work through your challenges.&lt;br /&gt;This is where the self worth begins. I heard someone say, "Do something hard, everyday, and see what happens." This person chose to take a cold shower to 'toughen' him up. Hey, whatever works!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE and appreciate my sweet angel, Julia, who sent me the story of finding your own true love. She said she found out that her true love was herself. What a perfect love story! I found the same. As I love myself, so do others, just as deeply and perfectly as I love myself. And it works the other way, too. The more I love and appreciate myself, the more I see the beauty and miracle in others. What a GREAT discovery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SMgCvMSJsRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CH0Pw8NNWhI/s1600-h/n594907253_1735938_7123%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244444775847407890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SMgCvMSJsRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CH0Pw8NNWhI/s200/n594907253_1735938_7123%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't she a angel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SMgCmGphGsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SYA2m8yvfYw/s1600-h/n594907253_1735938_7123%5B1%5D.jpg"&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/7688707208561697306-1111451515164400522?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1111451515164400522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=1111451515164400522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/1111451515164400522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/1111451515164400522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-own-true-love.html' title='My Own True Love'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SMgBe9mrsHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/z3VmA5qp7XQ/s72-c/sick_in_bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-215142810945188901</id><published>2008-09-02T13:26:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:17:32.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Families Are Forever - Or It Just Seems That Way!</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful weekend! We went camping with family and friends at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bennion&lt;/span&gt;. There were probably 60 - 80 people there! It wasn't quiet, but it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was very nice, which was lucky for us, because as Dad and I put up the tent, I noticed that the rain flap wasn't in where it should have been. As Paul and I went to bed Friday night and woke up Saturday morning, we had a beautiful view of the sky and trees through the screen at the top of the tent. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Graden&lt;/span&gt; and Haley set up their tent close to ours. We had a GREAT place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had heard the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;forecast&lt;/span&gt;, that it was supposed to rain on Sunday. We were fine, because we were planning on going home Sunday morning. Well, Sunday morning, at about 5:00 a.m. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Graden&lt;/span&gt; shook our tent and said, "You guys, it's raining." It's a good thing he did that because Paul and I were out COLD! When he woke us up, we felt our blankets and they were WET!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We quickly threw our stuff in the back of my car. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Graden&lt;/span&gt; said, "Come sleep with us. We have plenty of room." WHAT A TROOPER! That was WAY on and beyond the call of "Son-in-law-hood". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the thing that really made me realize that he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; one of the family, was not only that unselfish act, but as we settled in, out of the blue, he ask, "If you have a bee in your hand, what do you have in your eye?" Oh no! One of the LAST things I want to worry about at 5:00 a.m. in the rain is bug bites! He answered his own question, "Beauty." "What?" I asked. He said, " You know, Beauty is in the eye of the bee-holder." WHAT A GROANER! Yeah, he's about as off the wall as the rest of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Graden&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SL2WdO_eIzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tJxNdZQUdcE/s1600-h/Graley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241510970313810738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SL2WdO_eIzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tJxNdZQUdcE/s200/Graley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-215142810945188901?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/215142810945188901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=215142810945188901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/215142810945188901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/215142810945188901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/09/families-are-forever-or-it-just-seems.html' title='Families Are Forever - Or It Just Seems That Way!'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SL2WdO_eIzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tJxNdZQUdcE/s72-c/Graley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-7760870099553302673</id><published>2008-08-26T13:04:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:37:55.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Live by Alec - Sports Announcers</title><content type='html'>Olympic fever hit the Matthews house hold. Day by day we watched the athletes give their all and in admiration, we cheered them on! Their dedication and discipline was inspiring! We are sure that everyone had the same goal - give your all, do you best and if fate allows, bring home the gold!&lt;br /&gt;We were watching the 400 yd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mens&lt;/span&gt; Sprint. When the American runners finished their race,&lt;br /&gt;some of them graced the media a brief interview. The announcer grabbed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LaShawn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Merrit&lt;/span&gt; after&lt;br /&gt;his AMAZING run and ask, "What was your plan?" His answer sounded a lot like a politician - I wish I could remember his exact answer, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; it was something like,&lt;br /&gt;"I did my thing -was in my groove" - something along that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to Alec and asked, "What did he just say? I didn't hear anything of importance." Alec said, "Well, with a question like that, what do you expect? 'My plan is to run fast and win'. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lashawn&lt;/span&gt; said. He and Alec must think alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SLRXYATTMbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Z_Sben083kY/s1600-h/41755532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238908336448156082" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="101" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SLRXYATTMbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Z_Sben083kY/s200/41755532.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; + &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SLRZVN8xNKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5Cm5vSTh49E/s1600-h/My+Men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238910487595398306" style="CURSOR: hand" height="95" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SLRZVN8xNKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5Cm5vSTh49E/s200/My+Men.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; = brilliance!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I miss you! Hurry home safely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-7760870099553302673?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7760870099553302673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=7760870099553302673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/7760870099553302673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/7760870099553302673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/08/words-to-live-by-alec-sports-announcers.html' title='Words to Live by Alec - Sports Announcers'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SLRXYATTMbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Z_Sben083kY/s72-c/41755532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-7630975704976517587</id><published>2008-08-19T09:24:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:59:14.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Language of Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SKrodxgC2FI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XnOXY7ZrboY/s1600-h/DSCF2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236253114973214802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SKrodxgC2FI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XnOXY7ZrboY/s200/DSCF2049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MUSIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had SUCH a great time Saturday. I got to go to a concert with two of my FAVORITE musicians - Michael Kelsey and R.B. GRAVES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the risk of sounding boastful, my little brother is SO talented! Even if you're not related, it is easy to appreciate his talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, there's Jillian! She is such a ham! Michael called her, "A little Avril Lavigne." She got up and without hesitation, started singing! Later she joined her dad and Mike for a drum competition. I heard the night before, she was their 'solid gold dancer'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SKrpBIbfSXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6eOpYRfegiE/s1600-h/DSCF2054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236253722423544178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SKrpBIbfSXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6eOpYRfegiE/s200/DSCF2054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed, clapped, sang along and screamed with joy. What a fun night. The concert was my birthday present from Paul. I LOVED IT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking forward to the 2nd half &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of my birthday present, 3 DOG NIGHT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will be at the Scera Shell on Labor day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SKrpH8WQVbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NaOUtJLwclA/s1600-h/true.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236253839439451570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SKrpH8WQVbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NaOUtJLwclA/s200/true.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-7630975704976517587?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7630975704976517587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=7630975704976517587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/7630975704976517587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/7630975704976517587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/08/language-of-angels.html' title='The Language of Angels'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SKrodxgC2FI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XnOXY7ZrboY/s72-c/DSCF2049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-129673493302642719</id><published>2008-08-19T09:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:24:11.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Live by Alec - Favorite Joke</title><content type='html'>What did the man say when he walked into the bar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-129673493302642719?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/129673493302642719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=129673493302642719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/129673493302642719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/129673493302642719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/08/words-to-live-by-alec-favorite-joke.html' title='Words to Live by Alec - Favorite Joke'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-6632095123840753796</id><published>2008-08-12T16:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:29:26.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mine Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SKIOvFxLgVI/AAAAAAAAADU/HRuVs4kcrWI/s1600-h/birthday-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233761919123030354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SKIOvFxLgVI/AAAAAAAAADU/HRuVs4kcrWI/s200/birthday-cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 13 years ago today, I got the sweetest call from Katie my niece. We share the same birthday. The little voice on the other end said, "Happy mine Birthday." That will be with me forever! I LOVED it! She, of course called today, still as cute as ever! She is now 15! WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have received many calls from family and friends. I really feel loved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, I am sitting here at work wondering if anyone here will say anything. The problem is, I work with all men, and their minds aren't set for matters such as birthdays or anniversarys. I haven't said anything about it being my birthday. I think I'd rather them not know than know and not do anything about it! How is this like my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I would rather live in a world of 'maybe's' than definate 'no's'. I would rather be accidently forgotten than purposely ignored. Besides, with the calls, the cards, and presents I have all the attention I need!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-6632095123840753796?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6632095123840753796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=6632095123840753796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6632095123840753796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/6632095123840753796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-mine-birthday.html' title='Happy Mine Birthday'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SKIOvFxLgVI/AAAAAAAAADU/HRuVs4kcrWI/s72-c/birthday-cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-291337591297264659</id><published>2008-08-06T10:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:28:18.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to live by Alec - On Pool Games</title><content type='html'>We were watching Adam Ferera, a comedian, and he was talking about&lt;br /&gt; how his girlfriend complains when he takes a shower.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I can't help it! There's water shooting out of the wall!'&lt;br /&gt;She said, "No, its you!"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "What do you think I am playing pool games in there?"&lt;br /&gt;Then he puts his hand over his &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SJnP5AcQnbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fwg64816Lp8/s1600-h/2618977931_6d0ae6a9a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231441020445564338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SJnP5AcQnbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fwg64816Lp8/s200/2618977931_6d0ae6a9a3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eyes and acts like he's playing saying,&lt;br /&gt;"Marco --- Polo --- Marco ---Polo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Alec saw that he said, "I'm going to do that.&lt;br /&gt;And when I find myself, I'll get out of the shower!"&lt;br /&gt;Once again - I screamed with laughter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-291337591297264659?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/291337591297264659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=291337591297264659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/291337591297264659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/291337591297264659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/08/words-to-live-by-alec-on-pool-games.html' title='Words to live by Alec - On Pool Games'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SJnP5AcQnbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fwg64816Lp8/s72-c/2618977931_6d0ae6a9a3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-4588308576157123893</id><published>2008-08-06T09:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:21:43.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Word To Live By Alec - On Saving Money</title><content type='html'>My son, Alec, is funny.  Not many people know this because he is so quite.  He's not really shy, he's just not very social.  When he talks, he's FUN!   I want to share!&lt;br /&gt;The other night, Melanie and Elliot were talking about when they have kids.  Elliot said, "The minute our children are born, we are going to set up a college savings plan." (Great idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231439647198188114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SJnOpEskklI/AAAAAAAAACw/68QmBSmGZD0/s200/money-saving-tips.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;Alec said, "Why don't you set up one BEFORE they're born, then if you dont have kids, by the time they graduate from high school, you'll be rich!" I SCREAMED WITH LAUGHTER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-4588308576157123893?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4588308576157123893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=4588308576157123893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/4588308576157123893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/4588308576157123893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-saving-money-word-to-live-by-alec.html' title='Word To Live By Alec - On Saving Money'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SJnOpEskklI/AAAAAAAAACw/68QmBSmGZD0/s72-c/money-saving-tips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-2439558991062162810</id><published>2008-08-05T15:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:37:27.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance In The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SJjCexKQYGI/AAAAAAAAACg/hLNwZatnQPs/s1600-h/640726700_982390c566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231144801039048802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SJjCexKQYGI/AAAAAAAAACg/hLNwZatnQPs/s200/640726700_982390c566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last May, I went to Seagull Book. As I was looking around, I saw a sign that said, "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's learning to dance in the rain." I stood there and cried! It really hit home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like most of my life, I have been waiting for the next phase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when I was 4 asking my mom if we could just tell people I was 5. I thought life would begin when school started. I thought I would be complete when I got a sister. I couldn't wait to start Young Women (back then MIA). Then I knew that things would change when I graduated from High School...you get the picture! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I look back, there were such wonderful experiences. I learned so much and have had GREAT opportunities! Some of the highlights that stand out are fishing with my brothers, sleigh riding in the mountains, Bomp, Proms, Drill Team, Choir Tours, The Improv Troup, Ricks College, DECA, The Netherland (my mission), Tapestry (the band), marrying Paul, my 4 children, various church callings, Partylite, Keith Jorgensen's, teaching, the radio show, trips to Hawaii, Cancun, The Netherlands, various cruises, Alchemists, and most receintly, my girls weddings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The friends I have made in my life are eternal! I have met and made friends with the salt of the earth. By always looking to the future, I have created and enjoyed some amazing aspects of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were to change anything, I would bask in the bad times as well as the good, knowing that it all passes. I would try not to be so afraid of sorrow and apprehensive of good times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I glad I have wonderful memories but in the future, I will live in the moment and relish everything given to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will dance through life because it is a gift worth celebrating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-2439558991062162810?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2439558991062162810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=2439558991062162810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/2439558991062162810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/2439558991062162810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/08/dance-in-rain.html' title='Dance In The Rain'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SJjCexKQYGI/AAAAAAAAACg/hLNwZatnQPs/s72-c/640726700_982390c566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-4890374689773508748</id><published>2008-07-29T14:52:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:44:27.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Infancy To My Adultry   - M*A*S*H</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SI-2ZX22jjI/AAAAAAAAACY/t2yydMhBjmE/s1600-h/lightbulb%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228598239417503282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SI-2ZX22jjI/AAAAAAAAACY/t2yydMhBjmE/s200/lightbulb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a epiphany today. I haven't been living. I have been coasting through my life. This is something that has been going on (and off) for most of my life. When things get hard, I quit making decisions and just do what I am told. If I am not told to do anything, I sleep or eat. Luckily, having children kept me busy.&lt;br /&gt;Now that most of my kids are moved out, I am making conscience choices. I have made a schedule, set some goals and am moving toward them. I am discovering that I am a good person. I am doing what I want to, and I want to do good things! I'm not perfect at this, or anything else for that matter. I guess perfection is not my goal, just good. Good is enough. So far, I am pleased with how my life is evolving.&lt;br /&gt;As my children grew and needed me less and less, I had become a little panicked. One of my MAJOR turning points was the day I realized I can't fix everything that goes wrong in their lives. That was VERY traumatizing for me. It has been a process of letting go and being happy about it. By letting go, I had to opportunity to work more on me - and do I need some work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-4890374689773508748?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4890374689773508748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=4890374689773508748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/4890374689773508748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/4890374689773508748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-my-infancy-to-my-adultry-mash.html' title='From My Infancy To My Adultry   - M*A*S*H'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SI-2ZX22jjI/AAAAAAAAACY/t2yydMhBjmE/s72-c/lightbulb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-5766582395676662522</id><published>2008-07-22T15:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:09:52.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Walked On Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SIel4jZVPQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lrP7ZgXuS68/s1600-h/fire%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226328283579497730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SIel4jZVPQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lrP7ZgXuS68/s200/fire%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I know I'm not the first one to do so, but I think I was probably the noisiest! I have been told that "How you do anything is how you do everything". This has cause me to analyze just about ALL of my actions. Let me share my fire walking experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a weekend leadership workshop in Lava Hot Springs, Idaho. It was well attened and the workshops were very informative. I was absorbing all that I could. Rumor had it, that there was to be a fire walk the last night. I had heard of people walking on fire and always thought that there was some magical chant or at least method to do it! When it was announced that there would be a fire walk, I was very annoyed. No one had taught me anything on how this was to be done! Before I came to this weekend retreat, I had already made up my mind that I would do everything I was asked to do, so reluctantly, I followed everyone to the fire pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the fire roared and heated up the area, I grew more agitated. I knew I had to do it, but I didn't want to! I'm not one of these people who hear angels, receive visions or anything like that! How was it that I was expected to do something so ..... woo-woo! I grabbed my sisters hand and said, "Let's do it!" As we stood at the edge of the fire, I imagined and HUGE firey mouth gaping open to swallow me up! I backed away and said, "Maybe in a minute." I didn't do it! She went without me. As the night progressed, I became angrier at the leaders and mostly myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I grabbed my sister's hand and said, OK, this time for real!" I just closed my eyes and with the idea that I would rather die than chicken out again, I walked...Ok, I ran! When I reached the other side I yelled, "That was hot!" As I calmed down and assessed my situation, I realized that I only had a small blister on my right foot. Most of the heat I felt was in my mind because I saw the fire. Later on that evening, I saw how some of the people had big blisters on their feet, but they didn't yell, only me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that compare to my life? I am starting to think that I am very verbal about my challenges! I sometimes think that my life is extra hard when in all reality, everyone has it hard at some time or the other. Yet the sweetheart message is, by my being so open with my frustrations and challenges, I give others the opportunity to open up and share their feelings without thinking they will be judged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I found out you don't have to be psychic or clairvoyant to walk on fire. You just have to be brave and have someone you love and trust by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Debra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-5766582395676662522?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5766582395676662522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=5766582395676662522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5766582395676662522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/5766582395676662522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-walked-on-fire.html' title='I Walked On Fire'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SIel4jZVPQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lrP7ZgXuS68/s72-c/fire%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688707208561697306.post-2673394756694253062</id><published>2008-07-15T11:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:48:39.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Is A Roller Coaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SIemroUsNbI/AAAAAAAAACE/VclPtuHav14/s1600-h/RollerCoaster%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226329161075537330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SIemroUsNbI/AAAAAAAAACE/VclPtuHav14/s200/RollerCoaster%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am coming into the 21st century - I have a blog! I feel so much younger! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have always wanted to share my bits of wisdom that I have learned. I'm quite sure that my 'Deep Thoughts' might rate right up there with Jack Handy - but maybe not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The idea of sharing my thoughts is a little frightening, but I have heard it is quite liberating as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I feel like we have just been through a rollercoaster of emotions. Watching your daughters get married is very different than I imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have always known (and wanted) them to find a wonderful man and start their own life. I really love the men that they have chosen. They seem to be a perfect fit for both of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I feel like I do OK planning parties and events, so the thoughts of 2 receptions didn't scare me. That just shows the lack of experience I posess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It is not just the matter of putting on a party, it is the emotions that go with it! The happys, the sads, the scareds, the sures, the doubts, and for me the fear that I didn't do enough to prepare them for this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am so grateful for supportive family and friends. I found myself feeling like the 2 year old saying, "I can do it myself." When it came down to it, I finally said, "OK. Pick a job - any job! If you want to do it, I will let you!" It sure went a lot smoother when I let go of my 'illusion' of control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As for the emotions, I can see that it has only just begun. I want my girls to be perfect and not say the dumb things or do the dumb things that I did in my marriage. Let's just say that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree! Our mistakes are what makes us grow, and boy are we all growing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I really think that my girls will be fine! Once again, they seem to have chosen well, and both seem to be working things out. I just need to remember that fights usually end up with GREAT make-ups. As long as they all keep trying and compromising, they will be fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then there's my son. He has come so far and done so well lately! I am so proud of him! He's really getting his life together! He is an amazing person. I hope he keeps this up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Overall, things have gone a lot slower lately. I know it won't last, but I am enjoying it while I can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688707208561697306-2673394756694253062?l=annforaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2673394756694253062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7688707208561697306&amp;postID=2673394756694253062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/2673394756694253062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688707208561697306/posts/default/2673394756694253062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annforaday.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-rollercoaster-that-we-call-life.html' title='My Life Is A Roller Coaster'/><author><name>Ann Graves Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494026294231245837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lltPuR9beRg/Sbaur2_Wz_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/feMUfrigCr0/S220/St.+George+Temple+2002+0002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lltPuR9beRg/SIemroUsNbI/AAAAAAAAACE/VclPtuHav14/s72-c/RollerCoaster%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
