<?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-3520186141498140689</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:55:05.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosai</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>301</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-4640021000855026629</id><published>2012-02-15T23:38:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T23:57:15.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>Jesse was mindful of all the things that a woman shouldn't have to do on her birthday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fed the child, changed the diapers, washed the dishes rotated the laundry, and every other mundane chore that plagues my everyday existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me what I wanted to eat, where I wanted to go, if I needed anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even&amp;nbsp;sent Oliver in my direction any time there was a cuddle or kiss to be had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, he would have given me the moon if I'd asked for it, and still acted as though it wasn't grand enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;the luckiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S. Thanks to everyone else who helped make my birthday spectacular as well! I really do have the best family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-4640021000855026629?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4640021000855026629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=4640021000855026629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4640021000855026629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4640021000855026629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/02/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-1386236287888222792</id><published>2012-02-14T23:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T09:49:48.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Friend Jesse,</title><content type='html'>I asked you to sum up our Valentine's Day with one word. You chose "nontraditional." You were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Logan, returned library books, used coupons for lunch,&amp;nbsp;and then got groceries and an oil change...Your tooth hurt and I complained a little bit about the lack of romance in it all. I also taught our son to say "What the Heck" by accident. Hopefully it doesn't stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dw-sobVscNY/TztLvbnZZGI/AAAAAAAABHo/O4kGDpuq9ZM/s1600/DSCF5365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dw-sobVscNY/TztLvbnZZGI/AAAAAAAABHo/O4kGDpuq9ZM/s320/DSCF5365.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, though. When you think about it, we spent the day together, did very little worth reporting, and still&amp;nbsp;thoroughly enjoyed&amp;nbsp;ourselves. I sincerely&amp;nbsp;loved every second of&amp;nbsp;it.&amp;nbsp;I'd like to&amp;nbsp;think that says more about our romance than a fancy dinner and a dozen roses. Wouldn't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHF9NbRj-_M/TztLcpV7b9I/AAAAAAAABHg/QijovIFOZHw/s1600/DSCF5366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHF9NbRj-_M/TztLcpV7b9I/AAAAAAAABHg/QijovIFOZHw/s320/DSCF5366.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not that there is anything wrong with roses and fancy dinners...in fact, those are good ideas. Write those down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-1386236287888222792?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1386236287888222792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=1386236287888222792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1386236287888222792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1386236287888222792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-my-friend-jesse.html' title='To My Friend Jesse,'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dw-sobVscNY/TztLvbnZZGI/AAAAAAAABHo/O4kGDpuq9ZM/s72-c/DSCF5365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-4860909476829419517</id><published>2012-02-13T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:04:55.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clams and Chowders</title><content type='html'>I made clam chowder last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only it wasn't clam chowder...it was some terrible soup disguised as clam chowder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so bad that we ended up tossing it back into the pot and eating bread with jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very dissappointing because, as&amp;nbsp;you might already know, I don't make bad food anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not usually, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-4860909476829419517?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4860909476829419517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=4860909476829419517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4860909476829419517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4860909476829419517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/02/clams-and-chowders.html' title='Clams and Chowders'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-2824103521211370663</id><published>2012-02-12T02:29:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T14:13:41.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh, Apathy Don't Patronize Me..."</title><content type='html'>Big things are happening in my life. Wonderful,&amp;nbsp;Adventure filled, Once-In-A-Lifetime&amp;nbsp;things.&lt;br /&gt;However,&amp;nbsp;when I get to thinking...imagining...planning I usually just end up worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry follows me around.&amp;nbsp;He sits on my shoulder and asks me silly questions about scenarios that I have no control over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&amp;nbsp;takes up residence and&amp;nbsp;tries to make me believe awful things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Money spent on your birthday now is just like stealing from yourself later, you know. You'll wish you had saved it next fall when you are trying to buy Christmas gifts for Oliver," He&amp;nbsp;jeers when Jesse asks me what I'd like to do or receive this coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry stifles my motivation, making room for his favorite guest,&amp;nbsp; Apathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apathy permeates all thought and reason, descending upon me&amp;nbsp;like heavy fog that won't disperse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I need to finish the pillow I promised Beatrice for CHRISTMAS! All I need to do is sew the perimeter, flip the cover, and stuff in the pillow that&amp;nbsp;I ALREADY made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apathy's brooding&amp;nbsp;shadow sneaks up behind me and&amp;nbsp;says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Della,&amp;nbsp;To do that you would have to pull out the sewing machine, and then to use it you would have to clean a space at the desk, and it's cold in that room anyway, and once you decide to go to all that trouble, you may just find that your pillow and cover don't fit each other...that sort of thing always seems to happen...so there's one more problem you have to fix. And besides, once you finish it you'll just have to get dressed and take it to the post office anyway...and judging from the stack of outgoing&amp;nbsp;letters and cards sitting on your desk from last OCTOBER, you know you'll never get sent, so why even worry about finishing the project until a few days before your next trip to Salt Lake anyway. So really, what's the point?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apathy has me so thoroughly convinced that my efforts get me nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and if a simple&amp;nbsp;pillow cover has that effect, Just imagine what happens when Maryland, moving, and May are introduced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of quieting my mind and converting negative thoughts to positive action the way I imagine a normally functioning human brain might,&amp;nbsp;it seems&amp;nbsp;easier just to listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself ignoring texts, phone calls, and emails because I can't seem to commit to anything...whether it be&amp;nbsp;primary meetings and visiting teaching, planning outings and trips, or carrying on any sort of&amp;nbsp;conversation&amp;nbsp;...Isn't that selfish? Awful, I know! Please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday my resolve is different. Yesterday I accomplished every task on my list, but I only cleaned the kitchen today because I bribed myself with Florence and the Machine's Lungs: The B-sides&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;and then ignored every other task that wasn't vitally important for survival and spent too long at the grocery store because it was nice to be away from all the things that I should have been doing at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to remind myself that Worry and Apathy are&amp;nbsp;no more than&amp;nbsp;a couple of bullies and I just need to show them who's boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the morning and try to tell myself to take things one step at a time, to enjoy where I am at instead of worrying about things I cannot change, stay busy, be productive, and for heaven's sake open the blinds and enjoy the sunlight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that a grand adventure is right around the corner for me and my little family, and I know that Jesse and I&amp;nbsp;made the right decision.&amp;nbsp;Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to making the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could get on with it instead of waiting for time to slowly pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have considered the idea that I'm just a pansy and not as mature or responible as I'd like to think that I was, but I'd like to give myself more credit than that.&amp;nbsp;Maybe I should just get over it. That's so much easier said than done though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;this business of sitting around and trying to plan for something so thoroughly unknown and intimidating is throwing off my groove in a big way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What are my favorite songs from the B-sides you ask? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s2pSFd-K4uU&amp;amp;feature=artist"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BELNiWGF0aM"&gt;Heavy in Your Arms&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt; in particular. Yes, I did listen to them over and over and over. Apparently &lt;em&gt;Heavy in your Arms&lt;/em&gt; is part of the&amp;nbsp;Breaking Dawn&amp;nbsp;soundtrack...but I am determined to not let that change how I feel about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The title of this post is from a song called "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLE9pJQ3b5E&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Apathy&lt;/a&gt;" from&lt;a href="http://www.elizabethandthecatapult.com/"&gt; Elizabeth and the Catapult&lt;/a&gt;'s album &lt;em&gt;Taller Children&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-2824103521211370663?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2824103521211370663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=2824103521211370663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2824103521211370663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2824103521211370663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/02/oh-apathy-dont-patronize-me.html' title='&quot;Oh, Apathy Don&apos;t Patronize Me...&quot;'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-6743792987141516763</id><published>2012-02-06T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T13:51:55.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRRR!</title><content type='html'>We got home last night and found that our apartment was bitterly cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the apartment manager dropped by to let us know that heat is&amp;nbsp;broken throughout the whole building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toes might fall off and there's nothing my mukluks can do about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-6743792987141516763?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-1430608516344452171</id><published>2012-01-31T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T21:15:11.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty.Five.Pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't decide if that's because I am thorough, or just long winded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up: Research paper number two, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested length: 1-2 pages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's more my style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think it is safe to say that Jesse has a much keener appreciation for&amp;nbsp;all the home related responsibilities that he doesn't notice most of the time because he's at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-1430608516344452171?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1430608516344452171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=1430608516344452171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1430608516344452171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1430608516344452171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-8075539709471815185</id><published>2012-01-29T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:16:32.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...this week I've been working on a research paper...like, 12 hours per day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(except yesterday when I went to Logan to play with Becca, which was a welcome relief!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just so you'll feel bad for me, I thought I would share our dinner menu for the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: leftovers&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Bread with butter and Jam...multiple slices&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: I'm hoping that I thought ahead a long time ago and hid something in freezer to warm up...if that's not the case...Cereal it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're jealous right now aren't you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the next three days when Jesse is in charge. He is off work until Thursday, which I'm hoping means real food, completed housework, and a chance to finish this nasty paper and the one in line right after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck! And if you don't hear from us sometime in the near future...someone please check to make sure we are still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-8075539709471815185?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8075539709471815185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=8075539709471815185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8075539709471815185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8075539709471815185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-9148420944065221836</id><published>2012-01-26T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:30:38.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I Was a Domestic Goddess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-po-cgSvok/TyHupY3N8nI/AAAAAAAABGo/wLi9W2hcoqs/s1600/Picture%2Bof%2Bme%2B2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-po-cgSvok/TyHupY3N8nI/AAAAAAAABGo/wLi9W2hcoqs/s320/Picture%2Bof%2Bme%2B2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Last night I served&lt;/span&gt; stuffed peppers and noodles with tomato sauce for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually this is my favorite meal, but there was something about it that I did not love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I was dreading lunch today when leftovers were on the menu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat at the computer, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;trying to write a research paper&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;but thinking about food instead &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(which happens far too often)&lt;/span&gt; an idea popped right into my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right then and there, I made up a new recipe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...it's not really a recipe. It's just a list of instructions...&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(that's me channeling my inner Mrs. Alger)&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it crazy that three and half years ago I could barely cook a packet of ramen, and now I'm whipping up my own stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES I'm amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour two cans condensed tomato soup and two cans milk into a saucepan and whip them up. Take your leftover stuffed pepper halves (2), dice them up and throw them in. Add your leftover tomato sauced noodles (about 1 1/2 cups). Salt and Pepper to taste. Heat through and serve it up! Maybe next time I'll add some corn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my darlings,&amp;nbsp;inventing new recipes, no matter how simple, is a characteristic of a domestic goddess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-9148420944065221836?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/9148420944065221836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=9148420944065221836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/9148420944065221836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/9148420944065221836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-i-was-domestic-goddess.html' title='Today I Was a Domestic Goddess!'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-po-cgSvok/TyHupY3N8nI/AAAAAAAABGo/wLi9W2hcoqs/s72-c/Picture%2Bof%2Bme%2B2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-2452520427658213405</id><published>2012-01-25T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:24:35.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday @ 3:21 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jesse is at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm doing homework while simultaneously &lt;strike&gt;eating a whole package of EL Fudge cookies&lt;/strike&gt; learning not to absent mindedly eat while I study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And Ollie is watching "dabba dabba" (Yo Gabba Gabba...he's been begging to watch it lately...I mean BEGGING. Anytime the tv is on). and checking out all the doggies that walk by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMRwFct7w-s/TyB5CwwHILI/AAAAAAAABGM/wUBwrqWlMNQ/s1600/DSCF5354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMRwFct7w-s/TyB5CwwHILI/AAAAAAAABGM/wUBwrqWlMNQ/s320/DSCF5354.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Ruff Ruff Ruff"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's what the doggies say...in case you forget, you can always ask Oliver J. He's got it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This picture makes me excited for the coming days of spying lawn mowers, garbage trucks, and the mailman with my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-2452520427658213405?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2452520427658213405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=2452520427658213405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2452520427658213405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2452520427658213405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/wednesday-321-pm.html' title='Wednesday @ 3:21 PM'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMRwFct7w-s/TyB5CwwHILI/AAAAAAAABGM/wUBwrqWlMNQ/s72-c/DSCF5354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-8527254000166618097</id><published>2012-01-24T15:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:31:16.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Day of Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, for the first time since I came to Malad,&amp;nbsp;I was up and showered with make up on and hair done before eight. Yeah, I'm lazy like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We revisited our dentist in Downey (who ROCKS) and I had my first experience with "Happy Gas"...NO BUENO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Since we were already a third of the way there and had a gift certificate to a restaurant, we vacationed in Pocatello for a few hours...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Our first time there! It is nothing like Salt Lake...Brigham Young did NOT design their roadways. Round a bouts, intersections defined by humongous triangular cement islands, and diagonal roads galore! I'm glad we had our trusty GPS or else we would have been L-O-S-T.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;And you wouldn't believe the awesome mirror that I left at DI. I kind of can't either, but part of the frame was broken, not to mention they still wanted $35 and wouldn't budge. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;This sounds a little like I'm complaining...I'm not. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, I liked every minute of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;It just is what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-8527254000166618097?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8527254000166618097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=8527254000166618097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8527254000166618097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8527254000166618097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-day-of-firsts.html' title='This Day of Firsts'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-4035599876007290767</id><published>2012-01-21T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:23:08.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivander's Hair and a Little Bit of Whimsy I Wish I Could Call My Own...</title><content type='html'>One thing I have always loved about Oliver J. is his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;had those two strands poking up that were longer than all the rest? Like they had been&amp;nbsp;hangin' on&amp;nbsp;since the day he was born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, like most other days, he woke up from his nap sporting a new do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vP-gON1wBT8/Txpy20AwG2I/AAAAAAAABGE/9fV3fZAZOSI/s1600/DSCF5320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vP-gON1wBT8/Txpy20AwG2I/AAAAAAAABGE/9fV3fZAZOSI/s320/DSCF5320.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happens to be one&amp;nbsp;of my favorites so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...And now for something completely different...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are trying to save a TON of money for Maryland, I am finding more and more superfluous items that I wish to spend money on. That's always the way it goes right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know it doesn't make any sense...but I really love the felt taxidermy from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/squackdoodle?page=2"&gt;Squackdoodle.&lt;/a&gt; I mean A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZCUPIcfAR0/TxpwWQ9Gf9I/AAAAAAAABFk/Nbmf3EYpT3c/s1600/deer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZCUPIcfAR0/TxpwWQ9Gf9I/AAAAAAAABFk/Nbmf3EYpT3c/s1600/deer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bIbEiYCjhOU/TxpwZNWu26I/AAAAAAAABFs/heErP9TdT1w/s1600/elephant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bIbEiYCjhOU/TxpwZNWu26I/AAAAAAAABFs/heErP9TdT1w/s1600/elephant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj6ou34oyQo/TxpwbiUPwVI/AAAAAAAABF0/kzcx5blFsRc/s1600/taxidermy+moose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj6ou34oyQo/TxpwbiUPwVI/AAAAAAAABF0/kzcx5blFsRc/s1600/taxidermy+moose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdMi1aXpabY/TxpwfMRLIsI/AAAAAAAABF8/wd9Yio2g7Jo/s1600/squackdoodle+bunny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdMi1aXpabY/TxpwfMRLIsI/AAAAAAAABF8/wd9Yio2g7Jo/s1600/squackdoodle+bunny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In fact...I have it in my head that I need them...in my living room...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think my favorites are the bunny and the moose. I love the fun fabrics on their ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-4035599876007290767?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4035599876007290767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=4035599876007290767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4035599876007290767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4035599876007290767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/olivanders-hair-and-little-bit-of.html' title='Olivander&apos;s Hair and a Little Bit of Whimsy I Wish I Could Call My Own...'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vP-gON1wBT8/Txpy20AwG2I/AAAAAAAABGE/9fV3fZAZOSI/s72-c/DSCF5320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-2307305126272594949</id><published>2012-01-18T00:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T20:53:35.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight's Table Talk with the Mosai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's an example of the sort of riveting&amp;nbsp;dinner conversations that take place at our house:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jesse: "If you had to pick only&amp;nbsp;3 foods to eat for the rest of your life, what would you choose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "......um......maybe broccoli?....and milk?....and beef, does that count? What would you pick?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: "bread, lightly seasoned meat, and milk.&amp;nbsp;I'm thinking bland foods would be tolerable for a longer time. Right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he continued with a bunch of "which would you pick for the rest of your life" questions like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken or beef?&lt;br /&gt;seafood or beef?&lt;br /&gt;vegetables or beef?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my answers: beef, beef, vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: "What about pasta? Would you ever consider only pasta for the rest of your life? Or would you pick bread instead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Neither. But I know what Ollie would choose....Oatmeal, bananas, and apple juice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver, sitting forward very suddenly with eyes WIDE open, "Juice???..................Please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Captivating, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-2307305126272594949?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2307305126272594949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=2307305126272594949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>We Wore Our Shades Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uojqsg75f2A/TxT6f4cPJcI/AAAAAAAABFU/NVDcJB9c93Y/s1600/DSCF5291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uojqsg75f2A/TxT6f4cPJcI/AAAAAAAABFU/NVDcJB9c93Y/s320/DSCF5291.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwLZiuZ3eLo/TxT6ydH09_I/AAAAAAAABFc/bdeN8i0JAXA/s1600/DSCF5297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwLZiuZ3eLo/TxT6ydH09_I/AAAAAAAABFc/bdeN8i0JAXA/s320/DSCF5297.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;per&amp;nbsp;Oliver's request.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-1648727217046254440?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1648727217046254440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=1648727217046254440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1648727217046254440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1648727217046254440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-wore-our-shades-today.html' title='We Wore Our Shades Today...'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uojqsg75f2A/TxT6f4cPJcI/AAAAAAAABFU/NVDcJB9c93Y/s72-c/DSCF5291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-7494381856856288961</id><published>2012-01-16T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T09:03:03.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was&amp;nbsp;Jesse's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now&amp;nbsp;27!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrations and gifts were minimal because we are trying really, REALLY hard to exhibit self control and stash away as much money as possible while we are still making some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still managed to have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chili cheese ham puffs for dinner, chocolate (frosting)&amp;nbsp;on chocolate (cake) for dessert, and a few rousing rounds of Fruit Ninja on the&amp;nbsp;Kinect with the little boys from next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he found it to be his best birthday yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-7494381856856288961?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7494381856856288961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=7494381856856288961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7494381856856288961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7494381856856288961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-1271407898763506711</id><published>2012-01-14T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:29:23.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver J.</title><content type='html'>It's sort of crazy that just a few short weeks ago&amp;nbsp;my son was still a&amp;nbsp;baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all of the sudden,&amp;nbsp;he's a&amp;nbsp;little boy&amp;nbsp;who&amp;nbsp;beeps noses, knows all the functions of the bus and its passengers, cleans up his own toys, and alerts me when his daiper needs a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIk5yhX39ok/TxJT8M7CU4I/AAAAAAAABFI/kKzGl7Ah5zQ/s1600/DSCF5261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIk5yhX39ok/TxJT8M7CU4I/AAAAAAAABFI/kKzGl7Ah5zQ/s320/DSCF5261.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I kind of can't believe it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-1271407898763506711?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1271407898763506711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=1271407898763506711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1271407898763506711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1271407898763506711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/oliver-j.html' title='Oliver J.'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIk5yhX39ok/TxJT8M7CU4I/AAAAAAAABFI/kKzGl7Ah5zQ/s72-c/DSCF5261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-5586348688214878710</id><published>2012-01-13T11:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T11:57:46.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mosai Are Moving...Again</title><content type='html'>Would you like to know where???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, tell me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What did Idaho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correctomundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She hoed her Maryland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be headed east in May. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destination: Annapolis, Maryland (or somewhere close to it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited, but mostly terrified...like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQKInH5Qn-Y/TxBwcio91iI/AAAAAAAABFA/G-Zu2V7iUzo/s1600/17365_1358456203003_1279458884_1016219_1095704_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQKInH5Qn-Y/TxBwcio91iI/AAAAAAAABFA/G-Zu2V7iUzo/s320/17365_1358456203003_1279458884_1016219_1095704_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by Cherish at the 2010 Snow College Housing Super Bowl Party&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse doesn't worry like I do, so he's just excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been waiting for this for three years. I've sorta been dreading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&amp;nbsp;I know we can do hard things, and we have supportive family and friends who care. That will make all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're pretty lucky that way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-5586348688214878710?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5586348688214878710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=5586348688214878710' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/5586348688214878710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/5586348688214878710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/mosai-are-movinngagain.html' title='The Mosai Are Moving...Again'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQKInH5Qn-Y/TxBwcio91iI/AAAAAAAABFA/G-Zu2V7iUzo/s72-c/17365_1358456203003_1279458884_1016219_1095704_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-2450818290622737413</id><published>2012-01-12T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T22:17:07.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know...</title><content type='html'>I went north to the dentist in Downey&amp;nbsp;today...and I liked it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chair was purple...there&amp;nbsp;was a huge vintage&amp;nbsp;beach mural on the wall...my hygienist's name was Spring...her gloves were mint flavored...and she did not give me any guilt trips because I really hate flossing...didn't even hint at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside&amp;nbsp;was that I didn't think ahead and burn a copy of Florence and the Machine to listen to loudly on this rare occasion that I&amp;nbsp;had 40 minutes in the car by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how good Florence sounds in the car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might if you have spent any time with me in my car in the past year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because&amp;nbsp;I didn't have Florence, I found NPR and listened to a riveting interview about the future of YouTube...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the cherry on top:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played&amp;nbsp;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sP4NMoJcFd4"&gt;I Love Cats&lt;/a&gt;"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click the link! You'll be so glad you did!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lollXghZMyU/Tw-9uytQcXI/AAAAAAAABE4/Xck2FlPgbYI/s1600/DSCF5184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lollXghZMyU/Tw-9uytQcXI/AAAAAAAABE4/Xck2FlPgbYI/s320/DSCF5184.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-2450818290622737413?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2450818290622737413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=2450818290622737413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2450818290622737413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2450818290622737413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know...'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lollXghZMyU/Tw-9uytQcXI/AAAAAAAABE4/Xck2FlPgbYI/s72-c/DSCF5184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-3984346637391014607</id><published>2012-01-10T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:09:48.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Ollie Conundrum</title><content type='html'>Oliver J. has repeated the same conversation over and over&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...and over and over and over and over&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver: "Please?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "Please what, sir?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver: (tugging at some&amp;nbsp;invisible train cable) "Toot toot!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've tried everything we can think to try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which mostly&amp;nbsp;only amounts to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;"A Peanut Sat on a Railroad Track,"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;the train set, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and "Choo Choo the Big Train is Coming Down the Track." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Wrong! All of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our poor efforts are met with a tantrum...so we walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a vicious cycle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-3984346637391014607?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3984346637391014607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=3984346637391014607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/3984346637391014607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/3984346637391014607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/todays-ollie-conundrum.html' title='Today&apos;s Ollie Conundrum'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-8113867851034783545</id><published>2012-01-08T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:40:34.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexciting Sunday Ramblings</title><content type='html'>After trying a new bench opposite our normal Sacrament Meeting seating choice, I think we'll be making a permanent move. I used to think Ollie was being way too loud...turns out I was wrong by a long shot...we were just on the quiet side of the chapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I bet you are just dying to know the best part of&amp;nbsp;our day, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe that Jesse's World Famous Fast Sunday Scones happened today...with raspberry jam!&amp;nbsp;And I didn't even have to ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Olivander and I are pretty lucky like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-8113867851034783545?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8113867851034783545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=8113867851034783545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8113867851034783545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8113867851034783545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/unexciting-sunday-ramblings.html' title='Unexciting Sunday Ramblings'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-3503837386363846939</id><published>2012-01-05T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:20:01.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SO happy to have seen this little gem on Facebook today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ku1l9f9Xl00/TwaDclamOGI/AAAAAAAABEo/B1ViYCMQvpk/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ku1l9f9Xl00/TwaDclamOGI/AAAAAAAABEo/B1ViYCMQvpk/s400/Untitled.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love hearing stories about the Grandpa I never met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get me wrong though...the Grandpa I do know has done a pretty fantastic&amp;nbsp;job at filling his role and making up the difference...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Elaine is my aunt)&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/3520186141498140689-3503837386363846939?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3503837386363846939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=3503837386363846939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/3503837386363846939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/3503837386363846939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-happy-to-have-seen-this-little-gem.html' title=''/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ku1l9f9Xl00/TwaDclamOGI/AAAAAAAABEo/B1ViYCMQvpk/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-7614229920419346104</id><published>2012-01-04T10:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:26:29.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Winter Looks Like This Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sfLTQQHcazc/TwSHCK1-ZTI/AAAAAAAABC8/KDWH_JZ0TxM/s1600/DSCF5200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sfLTQQHcazc/TwSHCK1-ZTI/AAAAAAAABC8/KDWH_JZ0TxM/s320/DSCF5200.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fresh air coming through open windows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_rzJXnyR6Lk/TwSKVfvELuI/AAAAAAAABDs/ocG6p8yY9LI/s1600/DSCF5217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_rzJXnyR6Lk/TwSKVfvELuI/AAAAAAAABDs/ocG6p8yY9LI/s320/DSCF5217.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And afternoon&amp;nbsp;walks in the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7gNc94aKNc/TwSK1gEqG9I/AAAAAAAABD4/iMDOHgA7v8c/s1600/DSCF5223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7gNc94aKNc/TwSK1gEqG9I/AAAAAAAABD4/iMDOHgA7v8c/s320/DSCF5223.JPG" width="320" /&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/3520186141498140689-7614229920419346104?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7614229920419346104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=7614229920419346104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7614229920419346104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7614229920419346104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-winter-looks-like-this-year.html' title='What Winter Looks Like This Year'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sfLTQQHcazc/TwSHCK1-ZTI/AAAAAAAABC8/KDWH_JZ0TxM/s72-c/DSCF5200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-7709981438876392431</id><published>2012-01-03T09:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T11:41:15.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Price of Milk in Malad</title><content type='html'>The price of milk in Malad is my number one biggest (and only real)&amp;nbsp;complaint about this beautiful town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this week (Saturday to Tuesday) we have forked over $13 for four gallons of milk...(ok, you got me...we really love milk...our toddler loves it more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it isn't fancy organic milk...it isn't the best brand of milk on the planet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...it's WESTERN FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pay more for milk here than my mother in law&amp;nbsp;Jacque pays in Blanding...and that's a big deal because everything is more expensive in Blanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT.THE.HECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-7709981438876392431?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7709981438876392431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=7709981438876392431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7709981438876392431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7709981438876392431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/price-of-milk-in-malad.html' title='The Price of Milk in Malad'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-3280923144190255189</id><published>2012-01-03T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T00:15:06.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Hoping Today is as Much Fun as Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And for heaven's sake, let's hope I get some make up on...and *wear real shoes when I leave the house! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*That means my new slippers are super comfy...thanks mom for gifting them to me and Colleen for helping me pick 'em!&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/3520186141498140689-3280923144190255189?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3280923144190255189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=3280923144190255189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/3280923144190255189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/3280923144190255189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/heres-hoping-today-is-as-much-fun-as.html' title='Here&apos;s Hoping Today is as Much Fun as Yesterday...'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CAWwo3dVknU/TwKoP_HawdI/AAAAAAAABBA/4Wg-jIuevsc/s72-c/DSCF5151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-7120592704613132759</id><published>2012-01-02T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T12:29:30.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Culprit</title><content type='html'>This little Ollie sock was the cause of all my washing machine drama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FbdiE6SMTgY/TwIEnO87k7I/AAAAAAAABAo/oRPLdpzMJ8Q/s1600/DSCF5141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FbdiE6SMTgY/TwIEnO87k7I/AAAAAAAABAo/oRPLdpzMJ8Q/s320/DSCF5141.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;looks kinda like it got what it deserved, huh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After I washed three loads of laundry in the kitchen sink, Jesse found the solution and he fixed the washing machine. Hooray!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8PmKuF5NFvY/TwIFPsBEsLI/AAAAAAAABA0/IWm_X0tUWgc/s1600/DSCF5117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8PmKuF5NFvY/TwIFPsBEsLI/AAAAAAAABA0/IWm_X0tUWgc/s320/DSCF5117.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's handy like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-7120592704613132759?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7120592704613132759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=7120592704613132759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7120592704613132759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7120592704613132759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/culprit.html' title='The Culprit'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FbdiE6SMTgY/TwIEnO87k7I/AAAAAAAABAo/oRPLdpzMJ8Q/s72-c/DSCF5141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-9164094583625222997</id><published>2012-01-01T23:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T12:22:08.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Sunday, the first day of the year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That means I should be writing about my resolutions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To use less butter and cream when I cook, and write a love note to my husband every day, and fill up my fancy journal so I won't forget all the grand adventures coming my way &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and so I can have new fancy journal next year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That also means I could tell you about how I led the music in Primary today&lt;/span&gt; and I'm wishing it was my job every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It could indicate that you might read a fun post about my New Years Eve party&lt;/span&gt; with Becca, Chance, four cheese fettuccine alfredo, the smurfs, and yogurt covered pretzels (which they gifted to me on their way out the door...I love them for that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But my brain is too jumbled up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;"All This and Heaven Too" from Florence + the Machine, and imagining what sort of scenario it would take to get my antique dining table from Wales to Malad because I really want its beauty to enhance&amp;nbsp;my newly decorated dining room &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;to tell you very much about those other&amp;nbsp;things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So I'll post an adorable picture of Olivander instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L49loB9ivQo/TwICfNCjNTI/AAAAAAAABAc/xV0l5P_UpOE/s1600/DSCF5116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L49loB9ivQo/TwICfNCjNTI/AAAAAAAABAc/xV0l5P_UpOE/s320/DSCF5116.JPG" width="240" /&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/3520186141498140689-9164094583625222997?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/9164094583625222997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=9164094583625222997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/9164094583625222997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/9164094583625222997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-is-sunday-first-day-of-year.html' title='Today is Sunday, the first day of the year...'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L49loB9ivQo/TwICfNCjNTI/AAAAAAAABAc/xV0l5P_UpOE/s72-c/DSCF5116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-4058643052806645340</id><published>2011-12-30T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T11:26:30.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ollie has a habit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of soothing himself by sucking his thumb, tickling a blanket, or cuddling a toy,&amp;nbsp;he rubs his hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty adorable, but he ends up with big knots on the back of his head after long car rides and restless nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been combing them out for months because I love his long curls, however, this morning I&amp;nbsp;declared ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got brave, plopped him in the bath tub and pulled out the scissors and a comb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't have gone much worse and it could look a hundred times better,&amp;nbsp;but it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides,&amp;nbsp;he doesn't care what it looks like as long as he can reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KOpkRIX-DXs/Tv4ByVGw02I/AAAAAAAABAQ/wqvGHsDE58k/s1600/1230010935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KOpkRIX-DXs/Tv4ByVGw02I/AAAAAAAABAQ/wqvGHsDE58k/s320/1230010935.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the words of my mom "Goodbye baby, Hello little boy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-4058643052806645340?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4058643052806645340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=4058643052806645340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4058643052806645340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4058643052806645340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/ollie-has-habit.html' title=''/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KOpkRIX-DXs/Tv4ByVGw02I/AAAAAAAABAQ/wqvGHsDE58k/s72-c/1230010935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-6543542379487999594</id><published>2011-12-29T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T11:17:28.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Laundry</title><content type='html'>My washer quit washing today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be handwashing my clothes in the kitchen sink until further notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok with that...for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-6543542379487999594?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6543542379487999594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=6543542379487999594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6543542379487999594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6543542379487999594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/dirty-laundry.html' title='Dirty Laundry'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-4023894409674586916</id><published>2011-12-28T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:34:06.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy to be Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Seven hours in the car from Blanding to Malad is absolutely, positively, NO fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today we were grateful for a delicious breakfast from Jesse's mom to get us started, and a wonderful dinner from my mom to help us make it through the home stretch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We had a terrific&amp;nbsp;week with our families,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But we are really happy to be home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1o7g6nhKLY/TvyxK56xHFI/AAAAAAAABAE/us6UZbAFnR0/s1600/DSCF4895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1o7g6nhKLY/TvyxK56xHFI/AAAAAAAABAE/us6UZbAFnR0/s320/DSCF4895.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver J.'s "Happy Face" Christmas Eve, 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-4023894409674586916?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4023894409674586916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=4023894409674586916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4023894409674586916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4023894409674586916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-to-be-home.html' title='Happy to be Home'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1o7g6nhKLY/TvyxK56xHFI/AAAAAAAABAE/us6UZbAFnR0/s72-c/DSCF4895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-4942740897174461801</id><published>2011-12-27T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:53:21.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Me What I Did Today!</title><content type='html'>Hang on there chickadees, I'll tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today I demonstrated a pretty sound argument as to why I should not be allowed to play with snowmobiles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9zIOYVswyY/TvqrmBJaigI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Nv_5dJrfDHQ/s1600/DSCF5102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9zIOYVswyY/TvqrmBJaigI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Nv_5dJrfDHQ/s320/DSCF5102.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yikes, Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'll retire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-4942740897174461801?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4942740897174461801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=4942740897174461801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4942740897174461801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4942740897174461801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/ask-me-what-i-did-today.html' title='Ask Me What I Did Today!'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9zIOYVswyY/TvqrmBJaigI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Nv_5dJrfDHQ/s72-c/DSCF5102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-6072844515573499586</id><published>2011-12-26T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:58:46.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Della's 2011 Christmas Season Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cleaning up the Christmas Eve feast with my cousins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aZjR6KUHtkU/TvqfooUF0SI/AAAAAAAAA90/vxnHwleF5IM/s1600/DSCF4945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aZjR6KUHtkU/TvqfooUF0SI/AAAAAAAAA90/vxnHwleF5IM/s320/DSCF4945.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;R to L: Dad, Me, Shayla, Alicia, Andre&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don't worry...there was caroling involved, which delighted my sweet Grandma...she told me so.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSd6IkwlRBI/Tvqf_MIpWaI/AAAAAAAAA98/FYIYou9ZKac/s1600/DSCF4946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSd6IkwlRBI/Tvqf_MIpWaI/AAAAAAAAA98/FYIYou9ZKac/s320/DSCF4946.JPG" width="320" /&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/3520186141498140689-6072844515573499586?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6072844515573499586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=6072844515573499586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6072844515573499586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6072844515573499586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/dellas-2011-christmas-season-favorite.html' title='Della&apos;s 2011 Christmas Season Favorite'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aZjR6KUHtkU/TvqfooUF0SI/AAAAAAAAA90/vxnHwleF5IM/s72-c/DSCF4945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-2869577180409579504</id><published>2011-12-25T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:16:48.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPgvl_2xWCE/Tvql1ImOawI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tIjnmQQ5PBE/s1600/DSCF5080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPgvl_2xWCE/Tvql1ImOawI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tIjnmQQ5PBE/s320/DSCF5080.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l92TMGsoQeA/Tvqlfe61SwI/AAAAAAAAA-k/xKVdRNGCckA/s1600/DSCF5073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l92TMGsoQeA/Tvqlfe61SwI/AAAAAAAAA-k/xKVdRNGCckA/s320/DSCF5073.JPG" width="240" /&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/3520186141498140689-2869577180409579504?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2869577180409579504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=2869577180409579504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2869577180409579504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2869577180409579504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPgvl_2xWCE/Tvql1ImOawI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tIjnmQQ5PBE/s72-c/DSCF5080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-547354216329147554</id><published>2011-12-24T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T22:17:21.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse's 2011 Christmas Season Favorite:</title><content type='html'>Teasing me about how much I hate "The Little Drummer Boy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-547354216329147554?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/547354216329147554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=547354216329147554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/547354216329147554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/547354216329147554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/jesses-2011-christmas-season-favorite.html' title='Jesse&apos;s 2011 Christmas Season Favorite:'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-7638847494493932844</id><published>2011-12-23T11:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:34:59.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Jesse's Life: Grinching</title><content type='html'>Last night I was in the basement puttering around in the storage room (you know me, I was trying to find something to throw away) when I heard Jesse frantically calling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Della, turn out the lights! Hurry!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I complied and then slowly...carefully...it was really dark...went to find him. When I asked why we were sitting in darkness, Jesse&amp;nbsp;told me that he had seen carolers across the street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Good Grief!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As we sat on the stairs&amp;nbsp;in the dark&amp;nbsp;a few&amp;nbsp;minute listening for the sounds of singing, Jesse asked, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Does this make you feel like a Grinch, or what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh boy! We sure know how to be merry around here.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-7638847494493932844?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7638847494493932844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=7638847494493932844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7638847494493932844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7638847494493932844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/story-of-jesses-life-grinching.html' title='The Story of Jesse&apos;s Life: Grinching'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-1026458931089807273</id><published>2011-12-22T11:14:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:44:36.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Early Christmas</title><content type='html'>We opened our gifts to and from each other early to avoid carting them all&amp;nbsp;throughout&amp;nbsp;the state of Utah as we travel over the holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was the rationale...and it was true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly, we couldn't convince ourselves to&amp;nbsp;wait to play Lego Harry Potter 2 for one more second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBLFx88b4Jo/TvTFjDDcttI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Jh-1-188F20/s1600/DSCF4890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBLFx88b4Jo/TvTFjDDcttI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Jh-1-188F20/s320/DSCF4890.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sadly, poor planning&amp;nbsp;on my part&amp;nbsp;allowed only one photograph before the camera went caput...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-1026458931089807273?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1026458931089807273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=1026458931089807273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1026458931089807273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1026458931089807273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-early-christmas.html' title='Our Early Christmas'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBLFx88b4Jo/TvTFjDDcttI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Jh-1-188F20/s72-c/DSCF4890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-8022944800540063560</id><published>2011-12-21T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:13:43.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ollie's 2011 Christmas Season Favorite</title><content type='html'>So far, Oliver J.'s favorite aspect of the Christmas Season has been the empty wrapping paper tubes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tYH9kjEpSmc/TvTEMZznCuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/fFJuJtDHZEM/s1600/1213011727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tYH9kjEpSmc/TvTEMZznCuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/fFJuJtDHZEM/s320/1213011727.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n3lUDaPGjSc/TvTESHbrNbI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Pi7A6ZloZ6o/s1600/1213011730a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n3lUDaPGjSc/TvTESHbrNbI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Pi7A6ZloZ6o/s320/1213011730a.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-8022944800540063560?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8022944800540063560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=8022944800540063560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8022944800540063560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8022944800540063560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/ollies-2011-christmas-season-favorite.html' title='Ollie&apos;s 2011 Christmas Season Favorite'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tYH9kjEpSmc/TvTEMZznCuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/fFJuJtDHZEM/s72-c/1213011727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-6262443106499110371</id><published>2011-12-20T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:09:07.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is What Happens When Oliver Gets Into the Laundry Basket:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_1vtxCwZs4/TvTDQukMaNI/AAAAAAAAA7s/1VyU5sK5ASQ/s1600/1219011913.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_1vtxCwZs4/TvTDQukMaNI/AAAAAAAAA7s/1VyU5sK5ASQ/s320/1219011913.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes...Those are my nylons...Thankfully, they made it through the ordeal unscathed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vgrGzcWfVyE/TvTDWqfWjKI/AAAAAAAAA8E/8hrsxKpdL1c/s1600/1219011914a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vgrGzcWfVyE/TvTDWqfWjKI/AAAAAAAAA8E/8hrsxKpdL1c/s320/1219011914a.jpg" width="240" /&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/3520186141498140689-6262443106499110371?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6262443106499110371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=6262443106499110371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6262443106499110371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6262443106499110371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-what-happens-when-oliver-gets.html' title='This is What Happens When Oliver Gets Into the Laundry Basket:'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_1vtxCwZs4/TvTDQukMaNI/AAAAAAAAA7s/1VyU5sK5ASQ/s72-c/1219011913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-9066592891318208433</id><published>2011-12-14T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T11:54:39.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. I think I need an attitude check...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-9066592891318208433?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/9066592891318208433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=9066592891318208433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/9066592891318208433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/9066592891318208433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-164763615473045453</id><published>2011-12-12T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:47:26.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things I'm Throwing Away</title><content type='html'>As you might know, I LOVE to throw junk out/donate to DI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I dropped an old pair of pants into the trash...they had that worn out look when I bought them, and now, three years later they have too much flair to be in style, their worn spots are much, much worse and I know for a fact that there are some new pants coming my way for Christmas from Jesse...because I picked em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gosh, it felt good to get rid of something...I'll be on the look out for other things I won't be needing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-164763615473045453?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/164763615473045453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=164763615473045453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/164763615473045453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/164763615473045453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-im-throwing-away.html' title='The Things I&apos;m Throwing Away'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-7117333719441570936</id><published>2011-12-08T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T11:07:55.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Accomplishment</title><content type='html'>I finished a class today!&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty good about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can focus some attention on practice for the Praxis (say that 5 times fast) on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession: I have not been a dutiful Praxis practicer...this may not end well. Some would say I'll be fine, and others would pronounce doom and gloom on my head...which might be deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing my fingers anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-7117333719441570936?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7117333719441570936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=7117333719441570936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7117333719441570936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7117333719441570936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/todays-accomplishment.html' title='Today&apos;s Accomplishment'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-8256218080939542094</id><published>2011-12-06T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:39:22.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Jesse's Life: Coloring Contests</title><content type='html'>Jesse had to help judge a children's coloring contest today at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to give them all credit for doing their best and being creative, but alas, there could only be one winner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt a little bit horrible when he was done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-8256218080939542094?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8256218080939542094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=8256218080939542094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8256218080939542094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8256218080939542094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/story-of-jesses-life-coloring-contests.html' title='The Story of Jesse&apos;s Life: Coloring Contests'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-8594712969410710055</id><published>2011-12-06T11:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:10:22.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bug</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had the flu...or something like unto it because, if you'll remember, I did get a flu shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring for&amp;nbsp;a baby while I'm sick is my worst nightmare...just the thought of it terrifies me...so you can imagine how I felt when I woke up feeling&amp;nbsp;ill and realized that Jesse was headed to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no energy, I was so nauseous, and every time I threw up, I had to rub Oliver's&amp;nbsp;belly because he was so disturbed by it. Luckily, Ollivander kept his manners about him, took both naps,&amp;nbsp;and didn't get into too much trouble when I fell asleep on the couch. Jesse fed him breakfast and lunch, and I watched movies&amp;nbsp;all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have&amp;nbsp;so much&amp;nbsp;respect for any woman who has ever felt the way I did yesterday and managed motherhood with any sort of grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-8594712969410710055?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8594712969410710055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=8594712969410710055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8594712969410710055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8594712969410710055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/bug.html' title='The Bug'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-4306485451532330042</id><published>2011-12-03T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T10:34:00.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes There Are No Words to Describe Him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-loJQHftLcpA/TtcSFBnLafI/AAAAAAAAA7c/66FFjL-e0RM/s1600/1121011316a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-loJQHftLcpA/TtcSFBnLafI/AAAAAAAAA7c/66FFjL-e0RM/s320/1121011316a.jpg" width="240" /&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/3520186141498140689-4306485451532330042?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4306485451532330042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=4306485451532330042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4306485451532330042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4306485451532330042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-there-are-no-words-to.html' title='Sometimes There Are No Words to Describe Him...'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-loJQHftLcpA/TtcSFBnLafI/AAAAAAAAA7c/66FFjL-e0RM/s72-c/1121011316a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-8831966532962711434</id><published>2011-12-02T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T10:27:00.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Boys Make Lazy Look Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ibnz625Vd9c/TtcQ0QPLIxI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Eo7SLvep1J8/s1600/DSCF4873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ibnz625Vd9c/TtcQ0QPLIxI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Eo7SLvep1J8/s320/DSCF4873.JPG" width="320" /&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/3520186141498140689-8831966532962711434?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8831966532962711434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=8831966532962711434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8831966532962711434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8831966532962711434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/these-boys-make-lazy-look-good.html' title='These Boys Make Lazy Look Good!'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ibnz625Vd9c/TtcQ0QPLIxI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Eo7SLvep1J8/s72-c/DSCF4873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-825239947973448373</id><published>2011-12-01T10:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T12:30:50.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now we are free to listen to all the holiday music we can find and&amp;nbsp;sport our festive&amp;nbsp;Christmas attire!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3yMM6Qv3Cg/TtcOT8ZN3DI/AAAAAAAAA7M/_OySOzQ7tUw/s1600/1125012014a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3yMM6Qv3Cg/TtcOT8ZN3DI/AAAAAAAAA7M/_OySOzQ7tUw/s320/1125012014a.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I do love the Holiday Season! I&amp;nbsp;can't get enough of&amp;nbsp;the lights twinkling on my tree. I love to read&amp;nbsp;stories about this time of year (my favorite has always been The Gift of the Magi...for obvious reasons).&amp;nbsp;I la la la love to sing Christmas songs while I'm cooking in my kitchen. I find peace in the quiet that the snow brings when it transforms the world into a winter wonderland...I'm excited to see Malad all covered in white. I love to celebrate the birth of my Savior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mostly I just love to get all wrapped up in the magic and excitement of the season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, I still believe in Santa Clause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-825239947973448373?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/825239947973448373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=825239947973448373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/825239947973448373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/825239947973448373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/12/welcome-december.html' title='Welcome December!'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3yMM6Qv3Cg/TtcOT8ZN3DI/AAAAAAAAA7M/_OySOzQ7tUw/s72-c/1125012014a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-8589102926765425741</id><published>2011-11-30T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:16:43.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Feel Like Selling Ollivander to the Gypsies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Especially on his cranky days...like today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YO1MSvIGzxE/TtcMpb7MGzI/AAAAAAAAA7E/m0kG9AzZu8I/s1600/DSCF4877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YO1MSvIGzxE/TtcMpb7MGzI/AAAAAAAAA7E/m0kG9AzZu8I/s320/DSCF4877.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...but I'm usually glad that I didn't. He's pretty nice to have around most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-8589102926765425741?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8589102926765425741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=8589102926765425741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8589102926765425741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8589102926765425741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/11/sometimes-i-feel-like-selling.html' title='Sometimes I Feel Like Selling Ollivander to the Gypsies...'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YO1MSvIGzxE/TtcMpb7MGzI/AAAAAAAAA7E/m0kG9AzZu8I/s72-c/DSCF4877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-326776522121095007</id><published>2011-11-29T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:07:40.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ollie's Stank Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DNnOWZZh5D4/TtcLHE_kFHI/AAAAAAAAA60/r2XzXWbaRTY/s1600/DSCF4878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DNnOWZZh5D4/TtcLHE_kFHI/AAAAAAAAA60/r2XzXWbaRTY/s320/DSCF4878.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to let you know when he is less than pleased...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-326776522121095007?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/326776522121095007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=326776522121095007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/326776522121095007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/326776522121095007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/11/ollies-stank-face.html' title='Ollie&apos;s Stank Face'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DNnOWZZh5D4/TtcLHE_kFHI/AAAAAAAAA60/r2XzXWbaRTY/s72-c/DSCF4878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-1340839855446247848</id><published>2011-11-28T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:16:27.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Have to Stop Leaving Jesse Home Alone for so Long</title><content type='html'>Sure, he does awesome things like cleaning the house for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he also does silly things like growing facial hair and getting attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not all about facial hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-1340839855446247848?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1340839855446247848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=1340839855446247848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1340839855446247848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1340839855446247848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-really-have-to-stop-leaving-jesse.html' title='I Really Have to Stop Leaving Jesse Home Alone for so Long'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-838713110620699706</id><published>2011-11-22T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:46:32.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I fixed a Thanksigiving feast yesterday...</title><content type='html'>I made WAY too much food for the three of us to put away, but it was so delicious! &lt;br /&gt;We had:&lt;br /&gt;Turkey&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing&lt;br /&gt;Mashed potatoes and gravy&lt;br /&gt;Magical Yams (Ollie loved 'em!)&lt;br /&gt;Rolls&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry Jelly&lt;br /&gt;and some Pumpkin Pie topped with an inch of Whipped Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turkey gave me trouble...just like the last one.&amp;nbsp;But don't blame the turkey. I think it was my approach. I just need more practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate on china and drank from crystal. I think Thanksgiving tastes better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about dressing up in my brand new D.I. dress, which, trust me,&amp;nbsp;would have been a TREAT...but after a day of slaving in my kitchen, I decided that casual clothes with a dishtowel around my waist would have to be acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner dishes are still waiting to be washed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get right on that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all that's left is the real deal at Grandma's house on Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.Can't.Wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-838713110620699706?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/838713110620699706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=838713110620699706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/838713110620699706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/838713110620699706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-fixed-thanksigiving-feast-yesterday.html' title='I fixed a Thanksigiving feast yesterday...'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-9000634241949977106</id><published>2011-11-21T00:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T00:01:01.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom Jeans</title><content type='html'>The other day I was monologuing to Ashley Beatrice about how stylish I used to be, and how I used to have friends to play with, and how my music library was always up to date with my current favorite songs and artists, and so on and so forth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't hear it. Do you know what she said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Go put on your mom jeans and get to work!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's why I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's right you know...I may not have everything I used to, but I'm pretty lucky to have the things I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That's what we call wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also said "Do you&amp;nbsp;realize that we live in different states and neither of those states is Utah? That's crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna agree with her...that is COMPLETELY out of control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-9000634241949977106?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/9000634241949977106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=9000634241949977106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/9000634241949977106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/9000634241949977106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-mom-jeans.html' title='My Mom Jeans'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-6504623380067948874</id><published>2011-11-20T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:36:44.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Faucet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Hansen's wonderful sharing time lesson about sacred places...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Moyle's perfect singing lesson including "I&amp;nbsp;Love to&amp;nbsp;See the Temple," "Scripture Power," and&amp;nbsp;my new favorite, "The Family is of God"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new Christmas book "The Spirit of Christmas" by Nancy Tillman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ten pound bag of onions I diced for freezing today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have filled a bucket!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-6504623380067948874?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6504623380067948874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=6504623380067948874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6504623380067948874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6504623380067948874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/11/like-faucet.html' title='Like a Faucet'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-3785081520245643808</id><published>2011-11-17T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T16:43:28.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating...</title><content type='html'>This topic has been occupying my mind lately and taking up all the space in my brain that is usually reserved for fun alliterations and witty remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like decorating...(I'm&amp;nbsp;always so&amp;nbsp;unsure of&amp;nbsp;how to achieve&amp;nbsp;what I'm looking&amp;nbsp;for)...but I love living in a space that is aesthetically pleasing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I am going to transform this apartment with a layout that I love into a space that I love to look at...even if it kills me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fill it with things that I love. I will not be afraid of bright colors and bold prints (in moderation) and I will not refrain from buying whimsical&amp;nbsp;things that I&amp;nbsp;LOVE just&amp;nbsp;because I don't want to have to pack them away when I move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this endeavor, I am especially grateful for D.I.,&amp;nbsp;Pinterest and people named Annie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-3785081520245643808?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3785081520245643808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=3785081520245643808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/3785081520245643808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/3785081520245643808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/11/decorating.html' title='Decorating...'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-5310888299223529522</id><published>2011-11-13T00:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T01:04:32.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know that I &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; really &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;love to cook?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I especially love preparing delicious meals for the people I care about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In fact,&amp;nbsp;that happens&amp;nbsp;to be my favorite way to say, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's probably&amp;nbsp;something I learned from a Grandma or two that I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, if you're reading this, chances are that &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have missed you immensely&lt;/span&gt; and would like nothing more than to sit you down at my kitchen table and stuff you&amp;nbsp;with food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just so you know how I feel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And you shouldn't fret if we're not super tight. I also use&amp;nbsp;treats to let people know that I'd really love to have them as my friend...﻿&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/3520186141498140689-5310888299223529522?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5310888299223529522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=5310888299223529522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/5310888299223529522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/5310888299223529522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/11/did-you-know-that-i-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-8796082743318149606</id><published>2011-11-11T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T10:25:32.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Oliver Jesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkzR6Dvi7l8/Tr1Z87IE3ZI/AAAAAAAAA6A/idSxi2M1MyE/s1600/DSCF4861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkzR6Dvi7l8/Tr1Z87IE3ZI/AAAAAAAAA6A/idSxi2M1MyE/s320/DSCF4861.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Silly in every way...﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-8796082743318149606?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8796082743318149606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=8796082743318149606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8796082743318149606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8796082743318149606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-is-oliver-jesse.html' title='This is Oliver Jesse'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkzR6Dvi7l8/Tr1Z87IE3ZI/AAAAAAAAA6A/idSxi2M1MyE/s72-c/DSCF4861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-9175267975173133353</id><published>2011-11-09T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T00:12:13.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mu_LcRv7PUA/TrsqAp1oFgI/AAAAAAAAA5o/u_BxkUB-xnE/s1600/DSCF4865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mu_LcRv7PUA/TrsqAp1oFgI/AAAAAAAAA5o/u_BxkUB-xnE/s320/DSCF4865.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hooray for husbands&amp;nbsp;who wash the dishes when wives have had it with homework and housework!&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/3520186141498140689-9175267975173133353?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/9175267975173133353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=9175267975173133353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/9175267975173133353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/9175267975173133353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/11/hooray-for-husbands-that-wash-dishes.html' title=''/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mu_LcRv7PUA/TrsqAp1oFgI/AAAAAAAAA5o/u_BxkUB-xnE/s72-c/DSCF4865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-6901674821055059225</id><published>2011-11-07T11:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:15:54.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Jesse's Life: Scones</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon I was sitting on the couch...trying to&amp;nbsp;decide if I would rather watch unending episodes of &lt;em&gt;Medium&lt;/em&gt;, or write my paper on Cognitive Development&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Piaget and Vygotsky have been my best friends this week...wait? Didn't I already take Human Development&amp;nbsp;AND&amp;nbsp;Early Childhood? Alas, I am there again, but it could be worse...Anywho),&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Jesse came in and made a speech, complete with hand gestures, about how delicious a scone covered with butter and homemade strawberry jam might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I shrugged my shoulders and pretended not to be interested while he rummaged through the kitchen for my roll dough recipe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's right, lovelies, I now have a&amp;nbsp;roll dough recipe because sometimes, every now and again, I like to make rolls...&lt;strike&gt;from scratch&lt;/strike&gt;...in the bread machine. Hey, it counts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I had to pretend I didn't want any for a while in order to avoid helping... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes...sometimes I am just that lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When the scone making process started to look fun, I got up and joined Jesse...and would you believe he started bossing me around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"You need more flour"&lt;/span&gt; and&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"let that rise for a minute"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Why did you use the pizza cutter to make a squiggly line in my dough?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought it was a little bit funny that our kitchen roles had been so completely reversed...I&amp;nbsp;mean, I'm usually the one bossing people around in my&amp;nbsp;kitchen,&amp;nbsp;so I teased, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Since when did you get to be such a scone expert, huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;His reply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Since I just got off the phone with my mom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And it was TRUE! They were, quite possibly, the BEST SCONES I HAD EVER TASTED! That Jacque sure knows a thing or two about scones...among many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so good that I made him *pinky&amp;nbsp;promise with his left hand (That&amp;nbsp;means it was legit!)&amp;nbsp;that he would make them for our family every Fast Sunday from now through eternity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is totally happening. My kids can thank me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Thank you, ShaNeil, for making this family tradition possible by teaching me about pink promises with left hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-6901674821055059225?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6901674821055059225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=6901674821055059225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6901674821055059225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6901674821055059225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/11/story-of-jesses-life-scones.html' title='The Story of Jesse&apos;s Life: Scones'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-1622438768622879409</id><published>2011-11-06T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T09:06:28.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Jesse's Life: Triple Dipping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for sharing your chips and salsa with our son...Try not to&amp;nbsp;mind his multiple dips...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epN7l7xIkxc/Trav6FALLlI/AAAAAAAAA5g/2TVM_twyUZM/s1600/DSCF4859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epN7l7xIkxc/Trav6FALLlI/AAAAAAAAA5g/2TVM_twyUZM/s320/DSCF4859.JPG" width="320" /&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/3520186141498140689-1622438768622879409?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1622438768622879409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=1622438768622879409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1622438768622879409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1622438768622879409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/11/story-of-jesses-life-triple-dipping.html' title='The Story of Jesse&apos;s Life: Triple Dipping'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epN7l7xIkxc/Trav6FALLlI/AAAAAAAAA5g/2TVM_twyUZM/s72-c/DSCF4859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-727224816636713178</id><published>2011-11-05T08:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T09:02:03.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Winter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5KUUs5pUzio/TratlN_5y0I/AAAAAAAAA5A/2Ic_sAs3N1E/s1600/DSCF4833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5KUUs5pUzio/TratlN_5y0I/AAAAAAAAA5A/2Ic_sAs3N1E/s320/DSCF4833.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnTvt3OS_NM/Trat3VoLk2I/AAAAAAAAA5I/RK_RDbjby3k/s1600/DSCF4845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnTvt3OS_NM/Trat3VoLk2I/AAAAAAAAA5I/RK_RDbjby3k/s320/DSCF4845.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTNOWXEA-J0/TrauJjQk7-I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/q4VEA-eeGYo/s1600/DSCF4840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTNOWXEA-J0/TrauJjQk7-I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/q4VEA-eeGYo/s320/DSCF4840.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dI54LOCtXto/TrauTJf9bsI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/xNEVFZ5eri4/s1600/DSCF4852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dI54LOCtXto/TrauTJf9bsI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/xNEVFZ5eri4/s320/DSCF4852.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it sounds like a lot to ask but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please&amp;nbsp;provide snow on Christmas and my birthday...and please, pretty please, make room for spring in March...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-727224816636713178?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/727224816636713178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=727224816636713178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/727224816636713178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/727224816636713178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/11/welcome-winter.html' title='Welcome Winter!'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5KUUs5pUzio/TratlN_5y0I/AAAAAAAAA5A/2Ic_sAs3N1E/s72-c/DSCF4833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-5690414990900141397</id><published>2011-11-04T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:24:54.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PENNSYLVANIA</title><content type='html'>Jesse's trip to Philadelphia has come and gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He said it was great,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And that the roads are CRAZY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But the drivers were so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also thinks that he impressed his interviewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to know something a little bit silly???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse was invited to interview a couple of months ago (I'm thinking august?)...but we couldn't &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;afford to&amp;nbsp;send him then,&amp;nbsp;so Jesse called the school and asked what the interview window was. When told he had plenty of time, he asked if there would be a penalty for waiting and was told no. Well, there was. The school had already sent acceptance letters to enough people to fill the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse was told, however, not worry because the roll over rate on the wait list is pretty high since most people who get accepted to programs, get accepted to more than one...we'll keep our fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What did we learn? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It is all one big game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And that's fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We like to play games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-5690414990900141397?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5690414990900141397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=5690414990900141397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/5690414990900141397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/5690414990900141397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/11/pennsylvania.html' title='PENNSYLVANIA'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-6862183210758319794</id><published>2011-10-30T09:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T09:51:54.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Biggest Bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Open your mouth...&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wider! Bigger!&lt;/span&gt; Now take a bite!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were stalling. The kids wanted to play outside, but it was lunch time in July, and Jesse and I were not interested in the heat. So I invented a game...it was called:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Look-how-big-Jesse's-mouth-is...see-if-you-can-take-a-bigger-bite-of-watermelon-than-he-can"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNUfXGcCdWU/Tq1unLJsMQI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/hsTvf6VWgRg/s1600/0705011255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNUfXGcCdWU/Tq1unLJsMQI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/hsTvf6VWgRg/s320/0705011255.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;L to R: Jesse, Allen, Nicole, Natalie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They totally fell for it! And check out their&lt;/span&gt; Biggest Bites!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_RTXAA3FlrU/Tq1uxa0LttI/AAAAAAAAA4g/QcjhnBVR4Gc/s1600/0705011258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_RTXAA3FlrU/Tq1uxa0LttI/AAAAAAAAA4g/QcjhnBVR4Gc/s320/0705011258.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-6862183210758319794?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6862183210758319794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=6862183210758319794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6862183210758319794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6862183210758319794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-biggest-bites.html' title='Our Biggest Bites'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNUfXGcCdWU/Tq1unLJsMQI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/hsTvf6VWgRg/s72-c/0705011255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-2979453278763091908</id><published>2011-10-29T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T09:31:22.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Which Oliver J. Loves Goats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I took Ollie to Logan so we could get an oil change, and get some things to help decorate our bare walls, buy some milk for under $3, see Becca and Chance, and let's face it...get out of Malad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-oMZFZUbK4/Tq1qSZmubRI/AAAAAAAAA4A/nyljtIDud8g/s1600/1029011750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-oMZFZUbK4/Tq1qSZmubRI/AAAAAAAAA4A/nyljtIDud8g/s320/1029011750.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the Heritage Center to see Becca and Chance at work later that evening and Ollie&amp;nbsp;couldn't get enough!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-irdgSdIt3rw/Tq1p9-4wIWI/AAAAAAAAA3w/tE-3QtYFtzc/s1600/1029011752.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-irdgSdIt3rw/Tq1p9-4wIWI/AAAAAAAAA3w/tE-3QtYFtzc/s320/1029011752.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;We let him in the goat pen and he walked right&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;and started hugging any that he could get close enough to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--AXqJnebU38/Tq1p3xUCzZI/AAAAAAAAA3o/a9v_JX-hbTU/s1600/1029011751b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--AXqJnebU38/Tq1p3xUCzZI/AAAAAAAAA3o/a9v_JX-hbTU/s320/1029011751b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We loved getting out of town for the day, seeing Becca and Chance, and going shopping! We missed Jesse though! He would have loved playing with Ollie and the goats, and I would have loved holding his hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kelly and Lisa, You're next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-2979453278763091908?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2979453278763091908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=2979453278763091908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2979453278763091908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2979453278763091908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-which-oliver-j-loves-goats.html' title='In Which Oliver J. Loves Goats'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-oMZFZUbK4/Tq1qSZmubRI/AAAAAAAAA4A/nyljtIDud8g/s72-c/1029011750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-7480888677489915895</id><published>2011-10-28T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T18:53:04.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News of the Day:</title><content type='html'>Last week Jesse received an email with news&amp;nbsp;that the University of Utah&amp;nbsp;would be delighted to have him on their waiting list for the PA program...we fully&amp;nbsp;expected to be ignored by the U because of Jesse's less-than-diverse demographics, so&amp;nbsp;he graciously took his place on their list. Today he called to tell me that he had&amp;nbsp;discovered a new&amp;nbsp;email asking him to please come to Salt Lake and interview instead...How grand is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;got a scholarship! A little bitty one, but every bit counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ollivander got a whole box of apples from our gardening neighbor and has been infatuated with them all day long...his baby friend Drew taught him to eat apples last time we were in Blanding, and now Ollie is only too happy to eat/play with&amp;nbsp;them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is officially the weekend, and we are all going to relax and get over our colds. Plus Jesse is on call, so he is getting paid for every lazy second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-7480888677489915895?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7480888677489915895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=7480888677489915895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7480888677489915895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7480888677489915895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-news-of-day.html' title='Good News of the Day:'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-314648497954315095</id><published>2011-10-27T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T21:48:57.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spook o Grams</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We found some fun in our mailbox today from Grandma Min and Grandpa Than!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WaT0yyAsqTk/Tqoht5mlqwI/AAAAAAAAA3I/WuHQeUoHPIc/s1600/DSCF4806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WaT0yyAsqTk/Tqoht5mlqwI/AAAAAAAAA3I/WuHQeUoHPIc/s320/DSCF4806.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One for Jesse and me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfmSQyy81w8/TqoiJNGrm5I/AAAAAAAAA3g/iKcU4oJTOxQ/s320/DSCF4812.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and one just for Oliver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is ALWAYS fun to check the mailbox and find something from someone we love. Thanks for sending us a taste of excitement to brighten our day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-314648497954315095?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/314648497954315095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=314648497954315095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/314648497954315095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/314648497954315095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/spook-o-grams.html' title='Spook o Grams'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WaT0yyAsqTk/Tqoht5mlqwI/AAAAAAAAA3I/WuHQeUoHPIc/s72-c/DSCF4806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-9042675198838506743</id><published>2011-10-25T09:46:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T15:03:45.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother, May I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLscrP6v4UQ/Tq1xkOuWZMI/AAAAAAAAA4w/V5R5YmA0jxA/s1600/0705011347.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLscrP6v4UQ/Tq1xkOuWZMI/AAAAAAAAA4w/V5R5YmA0jxA/s320/0705011347.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f819jKTiVTo/Tq1xnHT66VI/AAAAAAAAA44/UNle1KE4brM/s1600/0705011348.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f819jKTiVTo/Tq1xnHT66VI/AAAAAAAAA44/UNle1KE4brM/s320/0705011348.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nicole, Taylor, and Natalie playing mother may I with me&amp;nbsp;one summer day after my&amp;nbsp;math class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-9042675198838506743?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/9042675198838506743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=9042675198838506743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/9042675198838506743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/9042675198838506743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/mother-may-i.html' title='Mother, May I?'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLscrP6v4UQ/Tq1xkOuWZMI/AAAAAAAAA4w/V5R5YmA0jxA/s72-c/0705011347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-6689673355756676992</id><published>2011-10-24T04:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:19:57.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Where I'm From}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iIkblsOC4GU/TqU3pz6PfMI/AAAAAAAAA28/A2kTBM1pu7s/s1600/deLLAMArietext.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iIkblsOC4GU/TqU3pz6PfMI/AAAAAAAAA28/A2kTBM1pu7s/s320/deLLAMArietext.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the maroon bedroom carpet, summer road trips, and&amp;nbsp;ballet lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from warm red brick and four windows on a busy street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from snowy winters, daffodils that bloom too soon, and mountains, Oh the Mountains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from blue eyes, long legs, tuna fish gravy on toast, and five people with one bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from Miriam and Nathaniel, but call me Than...not Nathan or Nate, and dearest friends who have become family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;From John and Lucy Ann: &lt;u&gt;Adventure South&lt;/u&gt;, a dead ox, the Ajax Underground Store, a green pioneer bench, and "You are a great Brain."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'm from Sunday Dinners, Christmas Eves, Whipping Cream, and beautiful china table settings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;From Donald and Lucille: Grandmother to everyone, fresh peas from&amp;nbsp;the garden, a farm with a crooked gate, rainbow noodles, paper dolls, and the descendant of a shoebox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am from temples, family history, testimonies, and the blessings of tithing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from making memories, saying Thank Yous, and "Don't sell that at the yard sale."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inspiration at &lt;a href="http://metropolitanmama.net/2011/07/where-im-from/"&gt;Metropolitan Mama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swva.net/fred1st/wif.htm"&gt;Original writing prompt found here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://www.breesphotog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-6689673355756676992?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6689673355756676992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=6689673355756676992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6689673355756676992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6689673355756676992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-im-from.html' title='{Where I&apos;m From}'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iIkblsOC4GU/TqU3pz6PfMI/AAAAAAAAA28/A2kTBM1pu7s/s72-c/deLLAMArietext.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-8046535356362072687</id><published>2011-10-23T23:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:06:34.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{What Did Delaware, Boys?}</title><content type='html'>My friend Jesse was invited east&amp;nbsp;for another PA school interview...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: "Hey Della, that school I thought was in New York...It's actually in Maryland."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What? Maryland? That's right next to DELAWARE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much FUN I would have living in Maryland??? I would be *THIS CLOSE* to all kinds of monuments and museums that I have been wanting to visit for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how would it be to live RIGHT SMACK DAB in the middle of the Eastern Coast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man...can you tell that I'm getting my hopes up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't get me wrong, Pennsylvania would be great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...{She wore her New Jersey}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-8046535356362072687?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8046535356362072687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=8046535356362072687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8046535356362072687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8046535356362072687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-did-delaware-boys.html' title='{What Did Delaware, Boys?}'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-2042358681092974316</id><published>2011-10-22T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T13:41:54.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so lucky today!</title><content type='html'>My PARENTS are coming to visit&amp;nbsp;me!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are on their way right now! And they are bringing me butter! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to decide what yummy food I can feed them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking soup, but I STILL don't have a big enough pot...my last pot was thrown out in Cedar City when the teflon started flaking, and I've been too cheap to replace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I hope they are bringing Andre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope they hurry up and get here soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-2042358681092974316?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2042358681092974316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=2042358681092974316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2042358681092974316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2042358681092974316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-so-lucky-today.html' title='I&apos;m so lucky today!'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-7988320837005222158</id><published>2011-10-21T23:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T00:28:41.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Which I Find Myself Hilarious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'd love to stay and write a legitimate blog post, but I really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cBXKzcMacU/TqJhesDIoQI/AAAAAAAAA2s/N-kWVFaOIJI/s1600/189997_1731741206959_1041364403_31906956_6829516_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cBXKzcMacU/TqJhesDIoQI/AAAAAAAAA2s/N-kWVFaOIJI/s320/189997_1731741206959_1041364403_31906956_6829516_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"MOUSTACHE!"&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/3520186141498140689-7988320837005222158?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cBXKzcMacU/TqJhesDIoQI/AAAAAAAAA2s/N-kWVFaOIJI/s72-c/189997_1731741206959_1041364403_31906956_6829516_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-6911466814001398760</id><published>2011-10-20T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T10:55:40.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I love about Malad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week, Jesse filled the Mazda's gas tank...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...for&amp;nbsp;the first time&amp;nbsp;since I drove it up here on August 9th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-6911466814001398760?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6911466814001398760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=6911466814001398760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6911466814001398760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6911466814001398760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-i-love-about-malad.html' title='Something I love about Malad...'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-4492561059861235403</id><published>2011-10-18T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T21:22:17.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>After a few months of making excuses and dragging my feet, I will finally be starting a program to obtain my bachelors degree on the 1st of November through Western Governors University... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard a lot of good things about&amp;nbsp;WGU from people I know, it is fully accredited,&amp;nbsp;and...let's face it, with the closest traditional&amp;nbsp;University campuses&amp;nbsp;an hour away&amp;nbsp;in either direction, and a possible move to another state within the next two years, online is&amp;nbsp;the only reasonable&amp;nbsp;option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little excited and a lot nervous...&amp;nbsp;However, I have the time and&amp;nbsp;if I don't do it now, then I probably never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to lose and plenty of&amp;nbsp;knowledge to gain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-4492561059861235403?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4492561059861235403/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-5148741017083272035</id><published>2011-10-17T15:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T15:32:03.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffing My Face</title><content type='html'>Eric and Charlene got married last month and boy was it a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene just posted a whole wedding album to her Facebook profile, so naturally, I clicked through it thinking... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Oh, I looked pretty cute that day, maybe I will find something I can crop into a new profile picture..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;('cause its all about me, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, my little chickens, feast your eyes on this!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_XG0qxVny4/TpybLSIbJ_I/AAAAAAAAA2g/Ww9Fkqu0kb0/s1600/cupcake+eating.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_XG0qxVny4/TpybLSIbJ_I/AAAAAAAAA2g/Ww9Fkqu0kb0/s320/cupcake+eating.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the other photograph with me in it was like unto this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nice, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought so too.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll be sticking&amp;nbsp;with my&amp;nbsp;mustache&amp;nbsp;birthday party&amp;nbsp;profile picture (which I still love)...And when Becca's wedding rolls around,&amp;nbsp;I will be adhering to a strict "NO&amp;nbsp;CUPCAKES" rule...and hopefully Kara from &lt;a href="http://www.illuminatedmoments.com/"&gt;Illuminated Moments&lt;/a&gt; (who is almost certain to be Becca's wedding photographer), will be a little more forgiving when it comes to the candid shots.&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-5148741017083272035?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_XG0qxVny4/TpybLSIbJ_I/AAAAAAAAA2g/Ww9Fkqu0kb0/s72-c/cupcake+eating.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-2425488702992961593</id><published>2011-10-16T14:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T15:32:29.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We May or May Not Be Rednecks...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday our home teacher stopped by for a visit and shared some of his wisdom...Most of it was of a more spiritual nature, but we heard some&amp;nbsp;Jeff Foxworthy&amp;nbsp;when he was sure we could take a joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"You might be a redneck if your working TV sits on top of your nonworking TV"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Guilty as charged!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9SGfNfkMhlY/TpyNIfQqMjI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/O7rr-E3NLzE/s1600/1017011410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9SGfNfkMhlY/TpyNIfQqMjI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/O7rr-E3NLzE/s320/1017011410.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I lived through my first sharing time today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-2425488702992961593?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2425488702992961593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=2425488702992961593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2425488702992961593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2425488702992961593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-may-or-may-not-be-rednecks.html' title='We May or May Not Be Rednecks...'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9SGfNfkMhlY/TpyNIfQqMjI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/O7rr-E3NLzE/s72-c/1017011410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-8740252798721744819</id><published>2011-10-15T09:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T13:08:48.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see Ashley's Cherokee feet in the doorway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1zp16jXdGHE/Tpmhemy0bCI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/58jJZLdTrIM/s1600/Kaylee+and+Change.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1zp16jXdGHE/Tpmhemy0bCI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/58jJZLdTrIM/s320/Kaylee+and+Change.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I recall correctly, this photo was taken on the day that those feet tackled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Spendy, who was usually pretty subdued, got up from counting Beatrice's change and held me down while the Indian made off with most of the clothes in my closet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'll admit that it was for my own good&lt;/span&gt;...I had this habit of changing my clothes throughout the day...like 5 or 6 times...so they were conducting an intervention of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it cured me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to send that letter I wrote to Kaylee last April...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-8740252798721744819?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8740252798721744819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=8740252798721744819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8740252798721744819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8740252798721744819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/indian-feet.html' title='Brown Feet'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1zp16jXdGHE/Tpmhemy0bCI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/58jJZLdTrIM/s72-c/Kaylee+and+Change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-4118752120543235267</id><published>2011-10-14T00:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:01:01.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>T-H-U-R-S-D-A-Y NIGHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We just spent&amp;nbsp;a night&amp;nbsp;out on the town!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so we just walked around the block to the video rental store and drive in, but that's about what "on the town" means around here...and "night" can be loosely defined as some-time-before-the-conservative-hour-at-which-the-whole-town-shuts-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Good News: The drive in has Piccadillies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(But ask for "Chips")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And Thursdays are dollar video rental days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There isn't a redbox within 30 minutes of us)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On our walk back home, Ollivander spotted a cat walking our way and reached for it. Jesse and I saw his interest and started making cat noises, like silly parents do﻿, to see if he would mimick us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The cat got closer and I exclaimed, rather dramatically,&amp;nbsp;"Watch out, that thing looks rabid!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Rabid?" Jesse asked. "Rabid...really? That cat is not rabid."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," I replied. "I was making a joke...I thought I was funny." (which is generally the case)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," said Jesse.&amp;nbsp;Then he sorta laughed and went back to meowing at Ollie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Apparently I've been&amp;nbsp;a little too serious lately&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I just heard Jesse from the other room laugh about Ollie drooling and licking him...now who's rabid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-4118752120543235267?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4118752120543235267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=4118752120543235267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4118752120543235267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4118752120543235267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/t-h-u-r-s-d-y-night.html' title='T-H-U-R-S-D-A-Y NIGHT!'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-7453481150320484361</id><published>2011-10-13T13:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T13:52:56.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my little red wagon and I've got to pull it...</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been keeping a running tally of how much things are costing me, and it kind of makes me ill. In June, we increased our income by 100% and still feels like money is&amp;nbsp;flying out the window faster than I can count it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also got some pretty huge expenses coming up: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesse's student loan grace period is&amp;nbsp;ending.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He&amp;nbsp;is also taking a trip to Pennsylvania in November. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm hoping to start school&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;November which will cost me exorbitant amounts of money&amp;nbsp;AND time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to fit another miniature Moses in at some point in the next two years or so. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not to mention the rest of the monthly bills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;We'll be OK...I'm not necessarily worried about how to pay for it all...just annoyed that I have to (gee, that doesn't sound entitled does it?).&amp;nbsp;Life just costs money and that's that. There are a lot of things that families can do to cut expenses...we try to stay&amp;nbsp;informed, and we do what we can. Believe me, I'm pro at "needs versus wants." My angst about it is really just something I think I have to learn to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly am grateful for good advice from close friends and family, help from our loved ones who have graciously accepted our requests for favors to help save us a little (or a lot) of money while we live wwwwway out in the middle of nowhere, and the Lord's infinite&amp;nbsp;tender mercies on our behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, when it comes right down to it, I have more than most, and just because I don't have money to throw at everything I think I might like to have, there is&amp;nbsp;MUCH to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder if there will ever be a time when I won't be worried about money... Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I've got Jesse and Oliver J. to make things fun, regardless of how rich or poor we are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SHfd3zE_85E/TpdBh5oowxI/AAAAAAAAA2I/ZTsOhfpFX7w/s1600/IMG_3867holga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SHfd3zE_85E/TpdBh5oowxI/AAAAAAAAA2I/ZTsOhfpFX7w/s320/IMG_3867holga.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-7453481150320484361?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7453481150320484361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=7453481150320484361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7453481150320484361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7453481150320484361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-my-little-red-wagon-and-ive-got-to.html' title='It&apos;s my little red wagon and I&apos;ve got to pull it...'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SHfd3zE_85E/TpdBh5oowxI/AAAAAAAAA2I/ZTsOhfpFX7w/s72-c/IMG_3867holga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-1774106788427953407</id><published>2011-10-12T10:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T10:15:01.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver Was Here:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I made some little baby bread loaves&amp;nbsp;yesterday and set them on the kitchen table to cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;About an hour later, I was in another room talking to Jesse when Oliver strutted in and sat down on the floor next to me, all the while smacking his lips around something in his mouth. I couldn't think of what it might be so when Oliver got up, I gave him a head start and then&amp;nbsp;followed him into the&amp;nbsp;dining room&amp;nbsp;where&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; I caught him in the act of using his monkey arms to pick at my bread!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPrJgO3y2H8/TpUN1EgTuuI/AAAAAAAAA14/aJyF_yiWxBU/s1600/1011111618.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPrJgO3y2H8/TpUN1EgTuuI/AAAAAAAAA14/aJyF_yiWxBU/s1600/1011111618.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't even think that little goon could see the bread on the table, let alone reach it from the floor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-1774106788427953407?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1774106788427953407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=1774106788427953407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1774106788427953407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1774106788427953407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/oliver-was-here.html' title='Oliver Was Here:'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPrJgO3y2H8/TpUN1EgTuuI/AAAAAAAAA14/aJyF_yiWxBU/s72-c/1011111618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-8179426238019425338</id><published>2011-10-11T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:46:39.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Where We Found Oliver J. Today:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IkAzUQ8A_lo/TpUNKoEHsYI/AAAAAAAAA1w/ln0FlRx8_MI/s1600/1011011005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IkAzUQ8A_lo/TpUNKoEHsYI/AAAAAAAAA1w/ln0FlRx8_MI/s320/1011011005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And so it begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-8179426238019425338?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8179426238019425338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=8179426238019425338' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8179426238019425338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/8179426238019425338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/look-where-we-found-oliver-j-today.html' title='Look Where We Found Oliver J. Today:'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IkAzUQ8A_lo/TpUNKoEHsYI/AAAAAAAAA1w/ln0FlRx8_MI/s72-c/1011011005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-6768692170823859296</id><published>2011-10-10T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T17:02:13.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: "So how's the hunger games?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Beatrice&lt;/span&gt;: "Hahaha! I just picked it up when my phone vibrated!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my text exchange with Ashley Bea&amp;nbsp;today...stuff like that happens between us&amp;nbsp;more than you would believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have a holiday called "&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lucky Shirt Day&lt;/span&gt;." We both had the same giraffe shirt and just happened to wear it on the same day at least three times a season (never planned). On those days, magical things happened to us... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about getting the best parking spot in the Taylorsville Walmart parking lot, and Ashley finding the missing pearl from her ring in a shoe...&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MAGIC I tell you&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We no longer&amp;nbsp;wear the giraffe shirts...well I don't anyway, but I still love days like today when magical things happen to us...however insignificant they may seem to anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one of my &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;top 10 favorite nouns&lt;/span&gt;...That's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-erE2Olbuzrw/TpN4FEDAvwI/AAAAAAAAA1s/oTHknMlO5eU/s1600/IMG_0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-erE2Olbuzrw/TpN4FEDAvwI/AAAAAAAAA1s/oTHknMlO5eU/s320/IMG_0012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not just because she gave me a gorilla for my birthday...but that sure helped!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-6768692170823859296?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6768692170823859296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=6768692170823859296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6768692170823859296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6768692170823859296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/me-so-hows-hunger-games-beatrice-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-erE2Olbuzrw/TpN4FEDAvwI/AAAAAAAAA1s/oTHknMlO5eU/s72-c/IMG_0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-4037358387993409859</id><published>2011-10-09T23:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:48:41.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a wonderful Sabbath day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to tell you about the things that made today great...like how Ollie only pulled at my red dahlia broach once...and how I&amp;nbsp;wore&amp;nbsp;my cardigan closed&amp;nbsp;without the buttons bulging along with a skirt that hasn't fit for over a year and a half...and about my new calling in the ward Primary presidency...and how my testimony of a loving Heavenly Father was strengthened...and would you believe that&amp;nbsp;all of the members of the ward in attendance today&amp;nbsp;stood out on the steps of the chapel&amp;nbsp;and posed for a ward picture...how fun is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly though, I just&amp;nbsp;love how crazy&amp;nbsp;long that sentence was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-4037358387993409859?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4037358387993409859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=4037358387993409859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4037358387993409859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4037358387993409859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-was-wonderful-sabbath-day-id-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-7128583748058175915</id><published>2011-10-07T23:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T15:57:47.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Gabba Gabba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Oliverito's Yo Gabba Gabba face:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvQagfaqFUU/TpDGLbO0VLI/AAAAAAAAA1o/LBCbq2AAd2w/s1600/yo+gabba+gabba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvQagfaqFUU/TpDGLbO0VLI/AAAAAAAAA1o/LBCbq2AAd2w/s320/yo+gabba+gabba.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was GLUED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His favorite part? Well, if you know Oliver, then you will also know that he is all about the Dancey Dance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-7128583748058175915?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7128583748058175915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=7128583748058175915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7128583748058175915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7128583748058175915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/yo-gabba-gabba.html' title='Yo Gabba Gabba'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvQagfaqFUU/TpDGLbO0VLI/AAAAAAAAA1o/LBCbq2AAd2w/s72-c/yo+gabba+gabba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-6651045093656959721</id><published>2011-10-06T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T22:30:21.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I'd be all fancy and write a post everyday this month, but I find that I'm not feeling very eloquent tonight...so you get this instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my windows for the first time since we moved in...it was&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;c-c-c-cold&lt;/span&gt; outside...&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but we didn't get snow like just about everyone north and south of us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ollie wore new clothes because the weather changed...I'm so grateful to my mom for sending us home with a whole big bag full of fall/winter clothes. Did you know that she has almost single handedly clothed that boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power went out all over the city. I waited FOREVER (I'm talking hours) to&amp;nbsp;eat lunch because I didn't want to brave the cold to fight with the grill.&amp;nbsp;I finally did and ran inside to grab the hot dogs only to find that the power had come back on.&amp;nbsp;Splendid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the first meeting held for my new church calling. Ollie charmed the socks off everyone else there&amp;nbsp;when he sat in one spot&amp;nbsp;and entertained himself for an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my flu shot because Jesse mentioned it... When I said "&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Heck no, Techno&lt;/span&gt;," he reminded me about last year when I told him the same thing...and then got the flu in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about all the productive things I should be doing &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and then took a nap&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Served spaghetti for dinner tonight...That's right, the leftover spaghetti from dinner last night with zucchini, carrots, onions, garlic and Italian sausage in the sauce... Yeah, it was as delicious as it sounds. But it tasted better the second time around... What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse and I cleaned up the kitchen while Oliver J.&amp;nbsp;emptied the drawers behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all sat down on the couch for some family "My Name Is Earl"/laugh-at-Ollie's-ridiculous-antics&amp;nbsp;time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now, here I am, telling you all of&amp;nbsp;the mundane pieces to my day and realizing that I loved every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've lived&amp;nbsp;in Malad&amp;nbsp;for two months already, but it's really starting to grow on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna like it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(please tell me you thought of Little Orphan Annie when you read that last line...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-3165519449080871034</id><published>2011-10-05T21:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T22:00:57.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days, I feel especially grown up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like&amp;nbsp;today when Jesse and I bought our first 5 gallon buckets along with the flour and sugar to fill them with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...Hey, I think that's sort of a big deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ollie really liked them...he had his hands in that bucket of flour so fast we hardly knew what was happening...I guess we should know by now to expect everything from him.﻿&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/3520186141498140689-3165519449080871034?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3165519449080871034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=3165519449080871034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/3165519449080871034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/3165519449080871034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/some-days-i-feel-especially-grown-up.html' title='Some days, I feel especially grown up...'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-7474238548320992470</id><published>2011-10-04T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T09:09:39.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blustery Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wind, thunder, and water tapping at my windows are all working together to tell me that today will be the perfect Soup Weather Day that I have been wishing for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm thinking...stew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-7474238548320992470?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7474238548320992470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=7474238548320992470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7474238548320992470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7474238548320992470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/blustery-day.html' title='Blustery Day'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-5935185613564784689</id><published>2011-10-03T21:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:07:59.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Lemon} Party Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>I was&amp;nbsp;working on&amp;nbsp;a new&amp;nbsp;recipe called "Lemon Party Cheesecake" for a potluck BBQ, and I was on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I zipped through all the mixing steps and&amp;nbsp;tossed the dessert into the oven to bake for an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just started to tackle the kitchen mess when, low and behold, I saw a&amp;nbsp;1/4 cup of&amp;nbsp;freshly squeezed&amp;nbsp;lemon juice just hangin' out on the counter waiting to be added to the cheesecake... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I&amp;nbsp;only made "Party Cheesecake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry though. Most people won't turn their noses up to plain cheesecake...and when I plopped my jar of homemade strawberry freezer jam onto the table next to the cheesecake squares, we had a winner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-5935185613564784689?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5935185613564784689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=5935185613564784689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/5935185613564784689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/5935185613564784689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/lemon-party-cheesecake.html' title='{Lemon} Party Cheesecake'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-6033069429377825200</id><published>2011-10-02T18:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T18:50:58.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Houseguests</title><content type='html'>I have a friend whose name is Annie.&amp;nbsp;Annie has a husband named Jeremy, who is also my friend. And we are all friends with Jesse and Oliver. That's why it was&amp;nbsp;so great that they came to our house this weekend to stay with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We did all sorts of fun things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We made strawberry freezer jam, homemade rolls, stuffed mushrooms and&amp;nbsp;3 delicious meals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Annie gave me&amp;nbsp;wonderful decorating advice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We&amp;nbsp;scrubbed the couches and now they practically SPARKLE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone laughed at all my goofy jokes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We enjoyed&amp;nbsp;uplifting&amp;nbsp;words from our&amp;nbsp;prophet and the general authorities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We gabbed about everything under the sun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Annie ate a bunch of my lime otter pops because they are her favorite and absolutely not mine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And we did LOTS of dishes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;They stayed for two whole days and it was stupendous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to convince them to stay longer, but they seemed to think that their jobs were pretty important. I guess they're right about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annie is one of my favorite people on the face of the earth. She really knows what it is to be a&amp;nbsp;supportive, loving, and consistent&amp;nbsp;friend. We are sure lucky to have her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy is pretty awesome too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-6033069429377825200?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6033069429377825200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=6033069429377825200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6033069429377825200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6033069429377825200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/houseguests.html' title='Houseguests'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-3524837920830669398</id><published>2011-10-01T11:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T11:32:10.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12 More Sleeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This was another draft of a post that I found from months ago, July 28th to be exact. I think when I wrote it I was afraid that maybe it was too personal? Or too sappy? Or too something. But I read it today and realized that it was just right, and needed to be recorded where I wouldn't forget it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May, Jesse and I made a plan for the summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He would go to work way up north, I would stay in Cedar City to take my classes, Oliver would stay with me, and we would meet every other weekend in Salt Lake to be a family for a couple of days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you had asked how I felt about it I would have told you I was afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terrified&amp;nbsp;of starting school again.&amp;nbsp;Anxious about&amp;nbsp;the responsibility of being the only parent available to provide for the needs of my child.&amp;nbsp;Concerned that&amp;nbsp;my baby might forget his father. Afraid of missing Jesse too much, and worse,&amp;nbsp;frightened that my constant need for independence might not allow me to miss him at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June 5th came and our plan was set in motion. It soon became apparent that math and I would be fast friends, there were plenty of people willing to help me be a successful single parent to Oliver, and&amp;nbsp;Jesse was still Oliver J.'s very favorite noun (besides his bottle at bedtime).&amp;nbsp;Though I wasn't crying myself to sleep every night pining for Jesse, I sure wasn't going to miss a Friday night date if I could help it,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;so it was that&amp;nbsp;visits to Salt Lake were bumped up to every weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should you ask me how I feel about it now, with only 12 more sleeps until Malad, I would say that I am grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grateful for support from those who love me most, lessons learned, and the chance for a new start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back, I can see so much more than the trial. Though I would never choose to do it again, I would also never want to give back the things I learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a real relationship with Cami and Megan, my sisters in law...not just a,&amp;nbsp;"well, we're related."&amp;nbsp; I feel so much&amp;nbsp;love, trust, respect,&amp;nbsp;and appreciation for them. I'm&amp;nbsp;genuinely going to miss living so close to them and spending time with them regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much time apart from Jesse, I've had plenty of opportunities to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Jesse left, things were good, but there was so much room for improvement... So many ways to practice more patience, show more love, and have more fun. There was so much that I couldn't see because I allowed myself to become too serious, too busy, and overcomplicated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our relationship was swell, our parenting was fine, and our life was pleasant, but&amp;nbsp;I want my life to be so much better than 'good'. I want motherhood, marriage, and life to be exquisite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How blessed I am to have had the opportunity to see that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-3524837920830669398?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3524837920830669398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=3524837920830669398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/3524837920830669398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/3524837920830669398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/12-more-sleeps.html' title='12 More Sleeps'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-5947481421213189775</id><published>2011-09-30T09:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:09:13.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ollie-Pop Ollie-Pop Oh Ollie Ollie-Pop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I found this post in my drafts from July...I can't believe I never&amp;nbsp;published it. I think I was waiting for pictures or something. Anyway, it may be late, but it has to be posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;July 16th was Oliver's 1st birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six months ago, I had big plans for fancy decorations and yummy foods and all that cute stuff you see on the creative mommy blogs out there, but I since I've been sort of homeless and overwhelmed by the events of the summer, we made do with whatever was at Grandma Min's&amp;nbsp;house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...including the pink frosted cupcakes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S95m7MUOhNY/ToXZKTSNsKI/AAAAAAAAA1c/W1ebO4oUXAU/s1600/DSCF4641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S95m7MUOhNY/ToXZKTSNsKI/AAAAAAAAA1c/W1ebO4oUXAU/s200/DSCF4641.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He was showered with gifts, spent the day in his "Birthday Suit," and happily devoured his first cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb_bPB1OmSo/ToXZfTuhrPI/AAAAAAAAA1g/RD2H-KQlbOc/s1600/DSCF4652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb_bPB1OmSo/ToXZfTuhrPI/AAAAAAAAA1g/RD2H-KQlbOc/s320/DSCF4652.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was everything I dreamed it would be even if there weren't elaborate decorations and his cupcakes were the wrong color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't believe the joy&amp;nbsp;I felt that day...it wasn't just Ollie's day. Secretly, it was my day too. It was the day that changed my life...&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;rocked my world&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;made me a mother&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder if all of my children's birthdays will feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jesse and I love that little monkey more than we ever thought possible. It was so fun to be able to play with Ollie all day and to celebrate a year ago when he first joined our family and all of our memories since.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9Fk4ZW5xhU/ToXY6aDb4WI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/PDVi2jXxiUw/s1600/DSCF4620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9Fk4ZW5xhU/ToXY6aDb4WI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/PDVi2jXxiUw/s400/DSCF4620.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Many thanks to my mom for asking me what I wanted, and then making it happen. Thanks also to everyone who gave a&amp;nbsp;gift or&amp;nbsp;has loved and supported us in the last year.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-5947481421213189775?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5947481421213189775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=5947481421213189775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/5947481421213189775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/5947481421213189775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/09/ollie-pop-ollie-pop-oh-ollie-ollie-pop.html' title='Ollie-Pop Ollie-Pop Oh Ollie Ollie-Pop!'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S95m7MUOhNY/ToXZKTSNsKI/AAAAAAAAA1c/W1ebO4oUXAU/s72-c/DSCF4641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-6680927332149284455</id><published>2011-09-29T23:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T08:31:14.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Digression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to that playlist I never tire of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the one with Ingrid, Florence, Edward Sharpe and those crazy&amp;nbsp;Magnetic Zeros, Dashboard, Muse, Cake, and Mister Joel...to name a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I can listen to playlists now, since my granddad shared his spiffy blue Ipod with me...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Regina &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Spektor&amp;nbsp;of course...We're tight)&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;was singin' her heart out to "On the Radio" and I was&amp;nbsp;reminded of&amp;nbsp;just how much I love her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly she just sings a lot of nonsense and rhymes a bunch,&amp;nbsp;but it's OK because she has a beautiful voice set to fun music, and we all know she's quirky like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, though,&amp;nbsp;she pops out some extraordinary words of wisdom. If you know what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved this particular bit since...well, forever.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I used to have it&amp;nbsp;written in dry&amp;nbsp;erase marker on my bedroom&amp;nbsp;mirror&amp;nbsp;in high school&lt;/span&gt; for those days when I needed to be reminded of how complicated life really isn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(which was everyday...I&amp;nbsp;was in high school for crying in a bucket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is how it works:&lt;br /&gt;You're young until you're not,&lt;br /&gt;You love until you don't,&lt;br /&gt;You try until you can't,&lt;br /&gt;You laugh until you cry,&lt;br /&gt;You cry until you laugh,&lt;br /&gt;And everyone must breathe until their dying breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is how it works:&lt;br /&gt;You peer inside yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You take the things you like, &lt;br /&gt;And try to love the things you took.&lt;br /&gt;And then you take that love you made,&lt;br /&gt;And stick into someone else's heart&lt;br /&gt;Pumping someone else's blood.&lt;br /&gt;And walkin' arm in arm, you hope it don't get harmed,&lt;br /&gt;But even if it does, you just do it all again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Makes everything seem so simple doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An aside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite facebook days was when Ashley Beatrice chose&amp;nbsp;that little passage&amp;nbsp;to be her facebook status... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think she was speaking in code to me...making sure I knew she didn't forget me even though now I live in Malad and she lives in Vegas and we NEVER see each other. Ever...which is not how best friends are supposed to live, but we make do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when I remind her that I know what she sounds like on the phone when she's ignoring people, so she should stop ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she laughs&amp;nbsp;because it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I say "an aside" I think of Jim Brandt, my Math 2010 teacher, who (at least once a lecture), paused in the middle of talking about whatever boring math subject was on the syllabus for the day&amp;nbsp;to tell us about the history of a particular&amp;nbsp;tidbit of mathematics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how negative integers originated in China and were not accepted in Europe until around 1700 AD...This was because the Greek traditionally used numbers to represent length, and China was more business oriented, so they needed numbers to represent assets and debts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-6680927332149284455?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6680927332149284455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=6680927332149284455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6680927332149284455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/6680927332149284455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/09/digression.html' title='Digression'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-5694618048088554855</id><published>2011-09-27T16:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:12:58.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ollivander</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-liLprSwWP-U/ToJPWydy6-I/AAAAAAAAA1M/_013IPGCbK4/s1600/DSCN9492blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-liLprSwWP-U/ToJPWydy6-I/AAAAAAAAA1M/_013IPGCbK4/s400/DSCN9492blue.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*photo and nickname by Kiana Don&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-5694618048088554855?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5694618048088554855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=5694618048088554855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/5694618048088554855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/5694618048088554855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/09/olivander.html' title='Ollivander'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-liLprSwWP-U/ToJPWydy6-I/AAAAAAAAA1M/_013IPGCbK4/s72-c/DSCN9492blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-4388433463305015279</id><published>2011-09-20T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:00:56.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Start...</title><content type='html'>I made a new friend today...Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I hope we will find enough in common to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and her husband have 5 young kids and live in a one bedroom house. They have lived in Malad for two months. She was very personable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to story time at the library next Tuesday...and I am getting myself a library card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee it will be nice to get out of this house and have something to do in town...and&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;friend&amp;nbsp;in town&amp;nbsp;to do it with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-4388433463305015279?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4388433463305015279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=4388433463305015279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4388433463305015279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4388433463305015279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-start.html' title='It&apos;s a Start...'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-4482445393404427520</id><published>2011-09-19T07:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:10:28.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>XOXOXOXOXOXO</title><content type='html'>Should you wish for a slobbery, open mouthed, baby kiss from my little friend Oliver J.&amp;nbsp;all you need do is ask...he&amp;nbsp;LOVES to give them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuqLn1HNTj8/TndDJkgYGXI/AAAAAAAAA04/TK-b0jhqWFw/s1600/DSCF4689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuqLn1HNTj8/TndDJkgYGXI/AAAAAAAAA04/TK-b0jhqWFw/s320/DSCF4689.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However, ask for a "kiss" and you will certainly be ignored...but ask for a "hug" and you shall surely be rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a little backwards like that for now...and I kinda like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-4482445393404427520?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4482445393404427520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=4482445393404427520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4482445393404427520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/4482445393404427520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/09/xoxoxoxoxoxo.html' title='XOXOXOXOXOXO'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuqLn1HNTj8/TndDJkgYGXI/AAAAAAAAA04/TK-b0jhqWFw/s72-c/DSCF4689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-3760963408396137907</id><published>2011-09-16T15:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T15:46:48.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funny Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver likes to climb inside things and sit for awhile...big or small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like this empty otter pop box:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k23BVBnebRo/TnPCSzilcDI/AAAAAAAAA00/t9ur7rxtbCo/s1600/DSCF4794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k23BVBnebRo/TnPCSzilcDI/AAAAAAAAA00/t9ur7rxtbCo/s320/DSCF4794.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish I had a picture of the time he pulled my&amp;nbsp;Pyrex pie dish out of the cupboard and sat down in&amp;nbsp;it with his legs crossed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-3760963408396137907?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3760963408396137907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=3760963408396137907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/3760963408396137907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/3760963408396137907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-funny-boy.html' title='My Funny Boy'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k23BVBnebRo/TnPCSzilcDI/AAAAAAAAA00/t9ur7rxtbCo/s72-c/DSCF4794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-12804505545904970</id><published>2011-09-15T07:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T07:17:42.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What a Beautiful Morning!</title><content type='html'>These days Oliver J. wakes up before the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually he whines until we arrive to pluck him out of bed, and then he screams and throws himself down on the mattress just to show his indignation...we've seen it before,&amp;nbsp;so we roll over and cover our ears with the pillow, hoping to get three more minutes of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this lovely&amp;nbsp;morning, we heard&amp;nbsp;Ollie Pop&amp;nbsp;laughing in his crib. After a couple of minutes we heard him say, "Mama? Daddy?" And Jesse was so excited he couldn't get out of bed fast enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope Ollie makes a habit of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-12804505545904970?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/12804505545904970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=12804505545904970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/12804505545904970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/12804505545904970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-what-beautiful-morning.html' title='Oh What a Beautiful Morning!'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-5412091588579504988</id><published>2011-09-13T08:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T08:25:06.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Honor the Bravest Popcorn Kernels in the Bunch...</title><content type='html'>Last night, Jesse and I&amp;nbsp;pulled down our *new to us* air popper that we bought for a dollar at the Oneida County Hospital's yard sale&amp;nbsp;for some popping corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had never used an air popper together, I taught him the most respectful approach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you prepare the melted butter in a small container,&amp;nbsp;turn on the air popper, and dump in&amp;nbsp;the kernels...then you wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;, everyone knows that the best pieces of popcorn are the ones DRENCHED in butter, and it is every kernels greatest ambition to be that perfect piece, but there are two kernels that are braver than all the rest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one in the bowl is considered remarkably brave because he leads the way and checks out the bowl to make sure it is safe for everyone else to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one into the bowl is considered brave because he stayed behind and made sure that&amp;nbsp;all the other kernels made it out OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the utmost respect for these two&amp;nbsp;courageous kernels, you pick them out as soon as you identify them, dip them straight into the melted butter that you prepared ahead of time, and eat them all by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In doing this, you are ensuring that their dream to be the greatest piece of popcorn is achieved and you&amp;nbsp;reward them for their immense bravery shown on your behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, as we were preparing the rest of the popcorn for consumption, Jesse said, "Your dad taught you that didn't he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered him affirmatively and made sure it was clear that the tradition was to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we&amp;nbsp;cuddled up&amp;nbsp;on our fluffy new couches and snarfed down our popcorn while we watched Hearts in Atlantis, which I thought was very strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-5412091588579504988?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5412091588579504988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=5412091588579504988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/5412091588579504988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/5412091588579504988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-honor-bravest-popcorn-kernels-in.html' title='To Honor the Bravest Popcorn Kernels in the Bunch...'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-2183736458811560456</id><published>2011-08-01T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:38:02.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4:37 pm</title><content type='html'>I was just sitting here at Cami's computer and reading some of my old blog posts (because hey, I'll do anything to avoid my math homework,) and I couldn't believe how funny I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my sense of humor is broken. It's like I was a whole different person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could find all kinds of things to blame my Boring on, but I won't go there. Instead, I think I'll just buck up and try to get back to seeing the brighter side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eat more of ShaNeil's delectable taco soup...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-2183736458811560456?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2183736458811560456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=2183736458811560456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2183736458811560456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2183736458811560456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/08/437-pm.html' title='4:37 pm'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-645580907019281852</id><published>2011-07-28T08:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T22:30:52.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boasting on a Thursday</title><content type='html'>I thought everyone should know that I experienced some math magic this week. I got my test score back from Tuesday's chapter test and found that I had earned myself 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ecstatic because that's pretty much a big deal for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to be doing so well in my math classes this summer...especially since they were the one thing keeping me here instead of in Salt Lake/Idaho with Jesse...it's sort of a tender mercy, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-645580907019281852?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/645580907019281852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=645580907019281852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/645580907019281852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/645580907019281852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/07/bragging-on-thursday.html' title='Boasting on a Thursday'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-5735828993183786342</id><published>2011-07-27T08:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T08:08:02.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to pick up my mail yesterday at the Cedar City apartment and found that the "For Rent" sign had been taken down...After a quick chat with the Rowleys it was confirmed, there is a new couple lined up to take our place...and, she was quick to toss in, she won't be charging me for cleaning. I think she feels bad about her shenanigans from earlier this month...maybe not, but it sure makes me feel better to imagine that she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, after I turn in our keys later this week, the Cedar City apartment that was supposed to be perfect, with the landlords who were supposed to be so nice...(neither statement turned out to be true...it is such a long story) will be history and I can look forward with somewhat wary eyes to the new apartment we will be renting in Malad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I will buy a house...Hopefully that day will be sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it won't be a humongous house because today I cleaned at least 400 square feet of bathroom (I am SO not exaggerating)...and I don't plan to do THAT for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-5735828993183786342?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5735828993183786342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=5735828993183786342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/5735828993183786342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/5735828993183786342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/07/went-to-pick-up-my-mail-yesterday-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-1296697778600008190</id><published>2011-07-26T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T08:04:58.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Chains</title><content type='html'>Usually, if something very exciting is coming up, I think of making a paper chain at least once, though I never end up actually making one because after I go to the effort of measuring and cutting, I can count on the glue to be missing and then I end up with strips of paper that sit around waiting to be chained together until long after the event that I'm looking forward to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sure enough, last night I was thinking about how much Ollie and I miss living with Jesse and I found myself wondering how many links on a paper chain it would take to make a countdown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;FIFTEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's a whole lot less than I thought it was. It's going to go by faster than I think, just like the rest of the summer has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That makes me a happy girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-1296697778600008190?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1296697778600008190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=1296697778600008190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1296697778600008190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/1296697778600008190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/07/paper-chains.html' title='Paper Chains'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-2304135021068754039</id><published>2011-07-25T21:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:27:59.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Note to my Indian friend...Hola!</title><content type='html'>I have a brown friend named Kiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met in Human Development, but didn't talk until that blessed semester when I took bowling and early childhood...bet you can't guess who was in both of those classes?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Indian.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She may have been the only person I knew at the time who actually liked my Moses friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After she left Snow College, she visited me in Ephraim more than anyone else I know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We may or may not have had a falling out because of how I let her find out about my pregnancy, but she was the first to say "I'm sorry" and show up on my doorstep with wild sunflowers from the roadside to grace my kitchen after Oliver J. was born (In fact, she was the first person ever to call him Oliver J.)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She truly is the best house guest...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! And she loves to send cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And run errands...which makes hanging out effortless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she made calling people and inanimate objects "Ninja" cool...yeah, I stole that from her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she was the person who first introduced me to the blogosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we are pretty tight...at least I think so because we mention each other on our blogs sort of regularly...who doesn't love a good shout out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has to be said that seeing Kiana every weekday morning for Math 2020 with Jana is seriously keeping me sane through this LONG, Single mom summer during which I have been so desperate the company of almost everyone else that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, three years ago today we sat on a curb in downtown Salt Lake, watched the parade, saw the prophet, and celebrated our fine friendship. &amp;nbsp;This morning she texted me a "Happy Anniversary" in honor of the first of many Kiana and Della Days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had my own computer at my disposal, I would post the goofy picture of me, Kiana, and Kiana's umbrella hat at the parade...for now you'll have to just imagine it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are perhaps interested in Kiana's side of the story, or those silly pictures I mentioned, check &lt;a href="http://kianadon.blogspot.com/2011/07/thank-you-for-being-friend.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And let's all be thankful that my sweet indian friend took the time to edit those pictures before she placed them on the interweb. Seriously, she's one of the best!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-2304135021068754039?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2304135021068754039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=2304135021068754039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2304135021068754039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/2304135021068754039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-note-to-my-indian-friendhola.html' title='A Love Note to my Indian friend...Hola!'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-7660935646683082956</id><published>2011-07-08T21:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T11:48:29.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiana and Della Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a Kiana, Della, and Oliver day spent exploring some of the boutiques and consignment stores in Cedar City (one of my favorite activities)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-7660935646683082956?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7660935646683082956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=7660935646683082956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7660935646683082956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/7660935646683082956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/07/kiana-and-della-day.html' title='Kiana and Della Day'/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520186141498140689.post-3727323253186997732</id><published>2011-07-02T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T10:04:52.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dear friends Jesse and Oliver J. are on their way to Cedar City RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy about this that I can hardly stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very best part is that, due to the holiday, Jesse gets to stay until Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...And he will hold my hand...and tell me how good I look...and grill me tasty steaks...and lift heavy things for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for five.whole.days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callooh! Callay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3520186141498140689-3727323253186997732?l=dellamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3727323253186997732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3520186141498140689&amp;postID=3727323253186997732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/3727323253186997732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3520186141498140689/posts/default/3727323253186997732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellamarie.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-dear-friends-jesse-and-oliver-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Della Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12154941188449127410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SiP_R68BA8/TWsrQewck5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/EN6tgD6im5s/s220/183061_1731763887526_1041364403_31906992_58290_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
