tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196743787679273322024-03-12T22:45:24.535-06:00kaul & jewlsJewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-40862134527848659562011-09-01T14:13:00.000-06:002011-09-01T14:13:09.619-06:00Baby J<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3rX7lVmnqc/Tl_kFdG6CqI/AAAAAAAABTg/gMRFdu6r9Bo/s1600/Baby+Jett-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3rX7lVmnqc/Tl_kFdG6CqI/AAAAAAAABTg/gMRFdu6r9Bo/s400/Baby+Jett-18.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my sweet little baby boy! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Ohh how much our lives have changed. It revolves around this little guy. (Sorry Mr. Bentley!) They completely turn your lives upside down and teach you to forget about yourself and you wouldn't have it any other way! :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Sg6xv-vvFU/Tl_j7XqLBvI/AAAAAAAABTc/FqOQPrDkjxU/s1600/Baby+Jett-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Sg6xv-vvFU/Tl_j7XqLBvI/AAAAAAAABTc/FqOQPrDkjxU/s400/Baby+Jett-10.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3rX7lVmnqc/Tl_kFdG6CqI/AAAAAAAABTg/gMRFdu6r9Bo/s1600/Baby+Jett-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My sister is amazing. She took all these pictures and was SO patient. She is just amazing with babies. Check her out at <a href="http://www.onememoryatatime.com/">One Memory at a Time</a>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The first time we tried at 5 days old, it didn't work out. He cried the whole time. At 9 days he was a lot better. He was just so aware of his surroundings and very sensitive to things going on. She was so good to just cuddle and hold him until he was ready.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8-4tz-v3Ma0/Tl_kKY3UFJI/AAAAAAAABTk/cdMFvcAXSFo/s1600/Baby+Jett-23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8-4tz-v3Ma0/Tl_kKY3UFJI/AAAAAAAABTk/cdMFvcAXSFo/s400/Baby+Jett-23.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank goodness she was patient because it made for some adorable pictures! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you lish!! I love them!!!</div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-35496590147506331442011-09-01T13:56:00.001-06:002011-09-02T08:39:05.105-06:00Warning: This Might Make you Squimish.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This story begins on a Wednesday night. My due date had come and gone, and I was 3 days over. You see, this little "home" I had made for our little baby must have been super comfy. Why? Because he hadn't shown even a centimeter of coming anytime soon. NADA. Not dilated, couldn't even strip my membranes because this little "home" was rockin' and he wasn't ready to say hello. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was a little freaked out that I would need to be induced, so that night me and Kaulin did every thing we could think of to make the baby come. Clary Sage Oil, jumping, walking curbs... and finally around 11pm that night... the contractions started. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hadn't ever had a contraction before. Not a braxton hick or anything during my pregnancy. So I didn't know what to expect. The only thing I knew is that I didn't want to be sent home. (Silly, I know... but it would have made me cry!) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They came on slow so I just tried to go to bed and sleep it off. Was this the real thing? I didn't know... Around 3am, I woke up thinkging I wet myself. But still not being sure, I went back to bed. Sorta... Finally 5am and I couldn't take it anymore. I showered, got ready and we went into the hospital around 6ish. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DiCJuRJTlno/Tl_bXNLlZAI/AAAAAAAABS8/cfnQIReMqjs/s320/Hospital-3.jpg" width="213" /></div>And sure enough, my water had broke, the contractions were getting stronger and the little one had out grown his love of his little "home" and wanted to come play. (Kaulin looks so calm....)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yV4SEF4AjR0/Tl_bDApwvXI/AAAAAAAABS4/cNGXYSOPXTQ/s1600/Hospital-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yV4SEF4AjR0/Tl_bDApwvXI/AAAAAAAABS4/cNGXYSOPXTQ/s320/Hospital-15.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>They got me all hooked up, and then it came to the waiting game. (Yes, I was sporting a purple manicure. That was about the only thing I could control and reach by that time. So I was a fanatic about making sure my nails were done before he came.)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PAxZNqamucs/Tl_bnlEe_EI/AAAAAAAABTA/Rz1Jan0TlYo/s1600/Hospital-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PAxZNqamucs/Tl_bnlEe_EI/AAAAAAAABTA/Rz1Jan0TlYo/s320/Hospital-9.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy as a Hippo, Rueben... Then it came time to PUSH.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tusdNXe2TX0/Tl_b9ND9VjI/AAAAAAAABTE/r9-RRecJMLw/s1600/Hospital-27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tusdNXe2TX0/Tl_b9ND9VjI/AAAAAAAABTE/r9-RRecJMLw/s320/Hospital-27.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The thing about pushing with drugs pumping through you... You can't feel a thing. So you were exhausted, sweating and breathing hard but you couldn't feel or tell why. But because of it, I really enjoyed the whole process. I didn't want to hit or kill anyone like people had warned me about, and I got to watch the whole thing. It is amazing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cc0000;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">So when someone tells you to grunt, what kind of push would you assume? When I grunt I am exerting myself. Like a tennis player that grunts whenever they hit the ball. They hit it hard and a grunt comes out. So when I was told to give a "grunt" I gave one REAL big push. WHOOPSIE. I guess the version of grunt I was supposed to give was more like a sigh. I gave a big heave ho grunt and thank goodness Tracy was ready because my little guy literally popped out and she caught him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Note to self: Grunt smaller. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukbC0llV4_I/Tl_g8AxBnYI/AAAAAAAABTY/xJhv2Jdr4bY/s1600/Hospital-46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukbC0llV4_I/Tl_g8AxBnYI/AAAAAAAABTY/xJhv2Jdr4bY/s320/Hospital-46.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My amazing aunt and my OB with baby J as he took his first breathe. Love this picture. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He was 7'11 and 19 inches long. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5XitFvKp7ys/Tl_dKimlnbI/AAAAAAAABTQ/rrapEi4lq3A/s1600/Hospital-71.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5XitFvKp7ys/Tl_dKimlnbI/AAAAAAAABTQ/rrapEi4lq3A/s320/Hospital-71.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cuddling with my sweet baby J for the first time. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's amazing. </div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-34424017110578830472011-09-01T13:18:00.003-06:002011-09-01T14:43:19.303-06:00Make Way for DA HOUSE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Ok, that is a little mean. But that is how you feel when you're pregnant!<br />
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Below is NOT to do if you are decide to take maternity pictures.<br />
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Well, as many of you know, my sister is an <a href="http://www.onememoryatatime.com/">amazing photographer</a>. (Click the link to see her stuff). So when it came time for maternity pictures, I wasn't too into the whole idea. Who decided it was a good idea to try and get your fat swollen house of a self ready and smiling in front of the camera? Crazy people. But with a little coaching I decided to go out. Problem is, I didn't go out when I was a cute pregnant. NO!!! I went out when I was <u>almost due</u>. I look at these the cringe a little, but I'm glad I get to look back at them now. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyrfPAFizkg/Tl_V-ta5xdI/AAAAAAAABSg/WPp8o9-Sh1I/s320/Maternity-4.jpg" width="213" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Isn't my hubby the hottest?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRwQMhWGU8c/Tl_WLqwYTAI/AAAAAAAABSk/s1oc-BZcy-k/s1600/Maternity-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRwQMhWGU8c/Tl_WLqwYTAI/AAAAAAAABSk/s1oc-BZcy-k/s320/Maternity-12.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And of course Mr. Bentley had to get in on the action. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3nr2umcs-s/Tl_ZNlqxTqI/AAAAAAAABS0/UbBqlo5JKvs/s1600/Maternity-19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3nr2umcs-s/Tl_ZNlqxTqI/AAAAAAAABS0/UbBqlo5JKvs/s320/Maternity-19.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So although I am large and in charge, I really do love to look back at being pregnant. There was something comforting about it. And I loved that people always held doors open, carried my things and that I got to part in the expectant mother parking at Harmons. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N6iaQdD9SxY/Tl_Wbkg7JEI/AAAAAAAABSo/3Pyt7J969fw/s1600/Maternity-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N6iaQdD9SxY/Tl_Wbkg7JEI/AAAAAAAABSo/3Pyt7J969fw/s320/Maternity-13.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: red;">NOTICE: NO BABIES WERE HURT IN THE TAKING OF THIS PICTURE</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I just really wanted to belly bump with Kaul. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzl8M0YDfh8/Tl_WndOqLdI/AAAAAAAABSs/sj9ODw6jK-g/s1600/Maternity-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzl8M0YDfh8/Tl_WndOqLdI/AAAAAAAABSs/sj9ODw6jK-g/s320/Maternity-15.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks lishie for taking us out and convincing me I needed to do them!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-78544460769802271962011-06-15T13:15:00.000-06:002011-06-15T13:15:51.609-06:00Eternal Perspective<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It doesn't seem like I don't get to teach as much as I used to in church, and I've missed it! I would rather teach and give talks all day long rather then pray in front of a big group. (I know, weird. It's an issue I need to work on...) Anyway, I get to teach this week and the lesson is on Eternal Perspective. I love it when you get to study a lesson that really hits home and makes you reflect on your life. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's also neat that I am reading "7 Habits of Highly Effective People" by Stephen Covey and I am just to the chapter about having the end in sight. It all seems to go together just when you need it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOcyAWl0PMw/TfkA3PEffJI/AAAAAAAABO4/K_WtqThLK1A/s400/EternalPerspective.jpg" width="400" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the little reminder I made the girls to remember to reflect on the were we want to be. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought this story by Dieter F. Uchtdorf was amazing and I wanted to share it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Full story at <a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2009/04/we-are-doing-a-great-work-and-cannot-come-down?lang=eng">lds.org.) </a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><h2 class="author"><a href="http://lds.org/church/leader/dieter-f-uchtdorf?lang=eng"></a></h2><br />
<div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><h2 style="text-align: center;">The Story of the Lightbulb, or Losing Sight of What Matters Most</h2><div class="" uri="/general-conference/2009/04/we-are-doing-a-great-work-and-cannot-come-down.p3">"On a dark December night 36 years ago, a Lockheed 1011 jumbo jet crashed into the Florida Everglades, killing over 100 people. This terrible accident was one of the deadliest crashes in the history of the United States.</div><div class="" uri="/general-conference/2009/04/we-are-doing-a-great-work-and-cannot-come-down.p3"><br />
</div><div class="" uri="/general-conference/2009/04/we-are-doing-a-great-work-and-cannot-come-down.p4">A curious thing about this accident is that all vital parts and systems of the airplane were functioning perfectly—the plane could have easily landed safely at its destination in Miami, only 20 miles (32km) away.</div><div class="" uri="/general-conference/2009/04/we-are-doing-a-great-work-and-cannot-come-down.p6">During the final approach, however, the crew noticed that one green light had failed to illuminate—a light that indicates whether or not the nose landing gear has extended successfully. The pilots discontinued the approach, set the aircraft into a circling holding pattern over the pitch-black Everglades, and turned their attention toward investigating the problem.</div><div class="" uri="/general-conference/2009/04/we-are-doing-a-great-work-and-cannot-come-down.p6"><br />
</div><div class="" uri="/general-conference/2009/04/we-are-doing-a-great-work-and-cannot-come-down.p6">They became so preoccupied with their search that they failed to realize the plane was gradually descending closer and closer toward the dark swamp below. By the time someone noticed what was happening, it was too late to avoid the disaster.</div><div class="" uri="/general-conference/2009/04/we-are-doing-a-great-work-and-cannot-come-down.p6"><br />
</div><div class="" uri="/general-conference/2009/04/we-are-doing-a-great-work-and-cannot-come-down.p7">After the accident, investigators tried to determine the cause. The landing gear had indeed lowered properly. The plane was in perfect mechanical condition. Everything was working properly—all except one thing: a single burned-out lightbulb. That tiny bulb—worth about 20 cents—started the chain of events that ultimately led to the tragic death of over 100 people.</div><div class="" uri="/general-conference/2009/04/we-are-doing-a-great-work-and-cannot-come-down.p7"><br />
</div><div class="" uri="/general-conference/2009/04/we-are-doing-a-great-work-and-cannot-come-down.p8">Of course, the malfunctioning lightbulb didn’t cause the accident; it happened because the crew placed its focus on something that seemed to matter at the moment while losing sight of what mattered most."</div><div class="" uri="/general-conference/2009/04/we-are-doing-a-great-work-and-cannot-come-down.p8"><br />
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</div><div class="" uri="/general-conference/2009/04/we-are-doing-a-great-work-and-cannot-come-down.p8">It's so easy to get stuck on the little mishaps and things that don't matter. They keep us from taking in the whole picture and realizing what matters. This week I want to work on not sweating the small things and focus on what really matters. </div></div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-7603647383340017572011-04-19T12:42:00.002-06:002011-04-19T12:48:33.526-06:00baby j's room.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was so much fun working on our little guys room before he came. Everything just seemed to come together. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2uNHncKXf2s/Ta3M9APFtCI/AAAAAAAABLE/PlJHsuYl6AU/s320/IMAG0077.jpg" width="213" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, I'm probably a little too picky when it comes to baby room decor.</div>I looked and looked for little boy bedding and didn't like a thing I saw. So off to the fabric store me and my sister Andee went. I found these combos of super cute fabric in navy, apple green and aqua and decided, "Hey, I'm feeling ambitious. Why don't I make it myself?"<br />
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That thought will probably never cross my mind again... It took forever and cost just as much as buying one by the time you buy fabric, batting and all the foam for the bumpers. But I'm happy with how it all turned out! It might be a little girly for our little boy, but it's a baby, right? :) haha.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUZw0yv8L4k/Ta3NLyU3dPI/AAAAAAAABLM/MYMs16jY_U4/s1600/IMAG0094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUZw0yv8L4k/Ta3NLyU3dPI/AAAAAAAABLM/MYMs16jY_U4/s400/IMAG0094.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Here is a view of the overall room.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tnrcMjRN0Gc/Ta3MkyZ_DqI/AAAAAAAABK8/SOAA72CiJMc/s1600/IMAG0069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tnrcMjRN0Gc/Ta3MkyZ_DqI/AAAAAAAABK8/SOAA72CiJMc/s320/IMAG0069.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love this crib. It was a gift from Kaulin's parents for all our future kids. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> I also love the picture of Jesus with the kids over his crib. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGIL8sQgqrQ/Ta3TGASuwuI/AAAAAAAABLc/iWGq5Jk8Wus/s1600/IMAG0175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGIL8sQgqrQ/Ta3TGASuwuI/AAAAAAAABLc/iWGq5Jk8Wus/s320/IMAG0175.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">It is something pretty special to our family since it is all my brothers and sisters in the picture. They stopped printing the picture, but luckily my grandma has the original and my sister Lisha is a pro at the camera and photoshop. I think I want to add some sort of vinyl quote later on under the picture about being a child of God. </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-42IWg5e_uCQ/Ta3M1u4jlqI/AAAAAAAABLA/dZO9NJ5ecf4/s1600/IMAG0068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-42IWg5e_uCQ/Ta3M1u4jlqI/AAAAAAAABLA/dZO9NJ5ecf4/s320/IMAG0068.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">We really lucked out with the glider/recliner. I really wanted one that wasn't wood and had a good look to it. I found this green one online, but they still wanted a lot for it. Well one night, me and Kaulin were just sitting in the living room surfing the web for rockers, and here the chair was again, but this time 50% off for 3 days only! WOOHOO! Luckily Kaulin's sister Kierston lives in Vegas where it could be ordered in at the promotional price to avoid the crazy shipping costs. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m5lT_P_UFs4/Ta3SRjeSBpI/AAAAAAAABLQ/qfSBJ_crqGw/s1600/IMAG0176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m5lT_P_UFs4/Ta3SRjeSBpI/AAAAAAAABLQ/qfSBJ_crqGw/s320/IMAG0176.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">The curtains were store bought ones with matching fabric sewed on to match the bedding. The rug was from Target and seemed to go with the room perfect. And of course, a pillow owl! What would a room be without a pillow owl. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2F4IYhOBSuQ/Ta3NFCqdaiI/AAAAAAAABLI/gSkzpPzNhaU/s1600/IMAG0071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2F4IYhOBSuQ/Ta3NFCqdaiI/AAAAAAAABLI/gSkzpPzNhaU/s320/IMAG0071.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">On the other side of the room are his dressers. One is for changing, one is for decor (thank you mommy for hooking a girl up with some dressers to re-finish. They work perfectly!). The bookshelf in the middle is just a $25 bookshelf from Wal-Mart with the back painted blue to go with the room. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jtMDPeqGUw0/Ta3TAC6h5eI/AAAAAAAABLY/RWUXpQsFqCA/s1600/IMAG0177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jtMDPeqGUw0/Ta3TAC6h5eI/AAAAAAAABLY/RWUXpQsFqCA/s320/IMAG0177.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I haven't had a chance yet, but these are the knobs going on the dressers. I love how different they all are. I know, the blue rose is REALLY girly. But again, it's a baby. I figure by the time he's 2 he will have something he is really into and I will want to change his room again to go with what he likes. :)<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We have such an awesome family. It seems like everyone had a little piece of the room they helped us with. We feel so blessed to have them around us! </div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-55483281511251376512010-09-14T15:21:00.000-06:002010-09-14T15:21:06.877-06:00Secrets Out<div style="text-align: center;">The secret is out! Yes, we've given into peer pressure and decided to have a kid. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We've told our family so it's safe to tell people. We are having the little one at the end of March. Waiting to tell everyone has helped make the the first trimester go so fast. (In my opinion) And we'll see what part 2 will be like. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> (Hopefully the holidays will help it go by faster too!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mr. Bentley is going to have some major competition! :)</div><br />
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</div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-40375479686902640642010-09-14T15:11:00.000-06:002010-09-14T15:11:20.669-06:00Top SecretWhen you first find out you have a little one inside of you, it almost seems unreal. I didn't feel much different other then just being tired all the time. Even when we went to see the my Aunt Tracy (Our O.B.) for the first time and saw little flutterbugs little heart flutter, it still didn't seem real. (Especially since I don't think I've been that bad. Maybe Kaulin thinks different! :)<br />
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<div> </div>We have decided not to anyone in our families yet. We figure, what's the rush until the first trimester has gone by. But it's been really hard! We always tell our families everything!<br />
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<div> </div><u>Things I can look back at and laugh one day:</u><br />
<ul><li>Crying over the milk being gone.</li>
<li>Getting up to pee every night. I used to have a blatter of steel!</li>
<li>Getting upset at church and not being able to stop crying the WHOLE sacrament. It was like I had a leaky valve. I honestly couldn't stop. It was aweful.</li>
<li>Rushing to the bathroom at Kaulins parents house to spill everything i just ate, and then waltz back into the room and start back up with the converstation. Yuck.</li>
<li>Trying to keep myself busy all the time so I don't have a chance to feel nauseated. Really, only at night.</li>
<li>Lossing weight (Not good), but noticing I am getting a tummy pouch now. </li>
<li>Being at Lake Powell with 20 people on a house boat and trying to keep a secret...</li>
</ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://pz0j8g.blu.livefilestore.com/y1mgKpE-2ZSbbLfg4yrGo92c7vBqUOvH3GdqDcE5bRXxQZUKaTZKmM7196Kwd7bgDVt03D3VTEgssnSpWdjTZcIvKulbFaY66NBPbY10MpKQIEw4JOIAnyaPgw1zcvVjc_7na6CkpIMmXS6tcmYGROSEg/DSCN0186.JPG?psid=1&type=1&Bpub=SDX.Photos&Bsrc=Photomail&parid=D9106BE2183DB344!442" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://pz0j8g.blu.livefilestore.com/y1mgKpE-2ZSbbLfg4yrGo92c7vBqUOvH3GdqDcE5bRXxQZUKaTZKmM7196Kwd7bgDVt03D3VTEgssnSpWdjTZcIvKulbFaY66NBPbY10MpKQIEw4JOIAnyaPgw1zcvVjc_7na6CkpIMmXS6tcmYGROSEg/DSCN0186.JPG?psid=1&type=1&Bpub=SDX.Photos&Bsrc=Photomail&parid=D9106BE2183DB344!442" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Me and Karli at the Lake :)</div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-74730156631394298442010-06-16T17:57:00.000-06:002010-06-16T17:57:50.342-06:00Half way though!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This week I am half way through my 90 day workouts. YIPEE! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I've learned a few things about myself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">1. I was SO out of shape!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2. Bangs are no good when you sweat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">3. Eating is boring now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">4. I can actually do a hand stand! (with help:))</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">5. I don't need mid-day naps anymore.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">6. I actually have stared to crave working out and am sad when I miss a day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Most of all</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I miss sushi and crave it all the time!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/TBliDAg-lAI/AAAAAAAAA80/K6IDkccdJzU/s1600/Sushi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/TBliDAg-lAI/AAAAAAAAA80/K6IDkccdJzU/s200/Sushi.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank goodness for cheat days!</div><div align="center">All in all though, I'm kind of enjoying it!</div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-84622756213260309502010-06-03T23:22:00.000-06:002010-06-03T23:22:57.929-06:00My Adorable Family!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/TAiH1v3qcmI/AAAAAAAAA8U/bb94ung4wh8/s1600/Gardner+Family-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/TAiH1v3qcmI/AAAAAAAAA8U/bb94ung4wh8/s400/Gardner+Family-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aren't we just the cutest. ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/TAiLNLH_gLI/AAAAAAAAA8s/6n70pcb6lTg/s1600/Gardner+Family-22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/TAiLNLH_gLI/AAAAAAAAA8s/6n70pcb6lTg/s320/Gardner+Family-22.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Boys</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/TAiK7KyM2LI/AAAAAAAAA8k/hrSnDhYYD24/s1600/Gardner+Family-30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/TAiK7KyM2LI/AAAAAAAAA8k/hrSnDhYYD24/s320/Gardner+Family-30.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The sisters</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/TAiIGbteoBI/AAAAAAAAA8c/KH6w_C6gLUs/s1600/Gardner+Family-28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/TAiIGbteoBI/AAAAAAAAA8c/KH6w_C6gLUs/s320/Gardner+Family-28.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And what is a family picture with out our little gigolo, Mr. Bentley!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love you family! MWAH! </div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-52556441446887264432010-06-01T15:45:00.000-06:002010-06-01T15:45:34.041-06:00Oregon Coast<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We left again! To the Oregon coast to deliver a car to Kaulins cousins in Portland with Kaulins parents. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/TAV-R8bwzCI/AAAAAAAAA7U/o2fg2GA016Q/s1600/IMGP2975.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/TAV-R8bwzCI/AAAAAAAAA7U/o2fg2GA016Q/s400/IMGP2975.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Depoe Bay is one of my favorite places. This was the view from the hotel. I think I could just sit here for hours eating claim chowder from my favorite restaurant there Gracies Sea Hag and trying to spot whales. (No whales this time, maybe next?)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/TAV-XCVJ_sI/AAAAAAAAA7c/OKpmvRWHlBI/s1600/IMGP2970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/TAV-XCVJ_sI/AAAAAAAAA7c/OKpmvRWHlBI/s320/IMGP2970.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I already want to go back! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(More pictures coming soon:)</div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-23624662507023620172010-05-03T15:02:00.000-06:002010-05-03T15:02:42.771-06:00Staying fit, IMPOSSIBLE!Staying fit. Holy Smokes! That is a chore all in itself. I some how avoided the freshman 15, but what about the marriage 12... on good days 10, on really bad ones 14. (Hey I'm a girl! My weight is a roller coaster depending on what day it is!) And when it's time to have a kid, what about the baby 30-50!!<br />
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This scares me more than any of them. Since one day I think I might want to have one of those little bundles of joy people keep trying to convince me to have, I've decided that I need to get fit now. (Easier to bounce back right?) Plus, I want to look good in one of these little numbers before I do....<br />
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Having the supportive husband I have, he saw an add on Craigslist for a 90 day fit challenge and quickly forwarded it onto me. No better time than now I guess. So I gave them a call and what is done is done. I had before pictures taken and I am now on my way to becoming fit at <a href="http://www.crossfitstgeorge.com/">CrossFit</a> in St. George. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>So here is to day 1!</strong></span> </div>I think day 1 is the easiest. No sore muscles yet, it doesn't bother me that I am eating like a cave man.<br />
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On top of the 3 days a week training with Crossfit, I need to still use my other gym pass. So if anyone wants to go to Zumba, Yoga or any other fun class at Golds let me know! I would love to have a workout buddy!Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-3540374656822892342010-02-03T21:47:00.001-07:002011-04-19T09:27:12.300-06:00Casa Nueva! HOORAH!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>We are so excited to be a homeowner out in the middle of nowhere!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">After waiting months and months and jumping through a lot of hoops everything finally closed on our home by the lake. We couldn't be more excited to get everything settled in. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We just have to be careful that Bentley doesn't become <span style="font-size: large;">coyote or hawk bait</span>! He is the same size as the jackrabbits and I'm sure even more delicious. He seems to like it out there though. </div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-25362757753893285732010-01-11T16:44:00.001-07:002010-01-11T16:45:29.854-07:00Don't you just feel like this some days?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Some days I wish I could just collapse and sleep where ever I fall like Mr. Bentley my little Yorkie. <br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The last few weeks have been spent staying up late into the night trying to get everything in line for the wedding expo coming up the end of January that my business will "Debut at."<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I am SOO excited, but so exhausted! <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It you haven't seen it yet go to <a href="http://www.middleaisle.com/">Middle Aisle.</a><br />
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</div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-32312343275537500652009-12-23T09:35:00.000-07:002009-12-23T09:35:24.182-07:00It's in the small victoriesI feel like today<br />
that small victories were made.<br />
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I chose to read a Dale Carnegie book instead of turn on the TV<br />
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I chose to have oatmeal for lunch. And actually stuck to the serving sizes. <br />
(Who really only eats that much? news to me.)<br />
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And spent my whole evening with family frosting cookies instead of being wrapped up in my own things. <br />
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</div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-20853077578271748882009-12-15T00:06:00.000-07:002009-12-15T00:06:34.786-07:00Ohh Mexico!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/Sycy8msc1tI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Usj4xvTHwQM/s1600-h/IMGP2859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/Sycy8msc1tI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Usj4xvTHwQM/s320/IMGP2859.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mexico was a blast! We did alot of great things and did alot of relaxing. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We went with Kaulins parents and Andee and Steve. We stayed at the Grand Mayan in the Riviera Maya. It was a blast! <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We took a day to boat over to Cozumel and rent scooters to tour the island. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was great to get a tour from the stake president in Cancun who runs a tour company Laminate Destination Services. (LDS). It was great to see the Mayan religion from an LDS standpoint. <br />
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</div>We first went to Coba. The pyramid is larger than the one in Chitchen Itza and you are still allowed to climb it. Kaulin, Steve and Richard ran on up while us gals took pictures of them. :)<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We also got to see Tulum. This place is worth going to!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Some of the best snorkeling we've ever done was in Yakul. It was a lagoon by the ocean, but doesn't get any waves. So it was clear and calm. No swallowing sea water and the fish aren't afraid to have you get pretty close. It was a blast. <br />
</div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-59078254767861370792009-12-03T11:38:00.000-07:002009-12-03T11:38:25.877-07:00Riviera Maya, WOOHOO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This vacation has been in the planning for a LONG time. We were set to go in May, but the swine flu was scarey then. Not so much anymore.... So we are going for it! :D Mexico here we come. It's nice to get away when it feels cold here. <br />
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</div>Things I'm looking forward to most: <br />
Sitting on the beach thinking about nothing...<br />
Going to see Tulum<br />
Swimming in a Cenote<br />
Having people yell out "Honeymooners special!" as we walk down the street<br />
Scooters in Cozumel<br />
Hanging out with Kaulins parents and Andee and Steve<br />
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</div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-23889242296742362372009-12-01T22:12:00.002-07:002009-12-01T22:13:47.956-07:00New Wedding Blog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/SxX2XPDkJuI/AAAAAAAAAts/PXroP_fYETI/s1600-h/MiddleAisleLogo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/SxX2XPDkJuI/AAAAAAAAAts/PXroP_fYETI/s400/MiddleAisleLogo.png" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.middleaisle.com/"><span style="font-size: large;">Middle Aisle</span></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've started a new wedding blog for Southern Utah to feature all the unique and trendy weddings <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and vendors. Make sure you check it out. :)<br />
</div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-28779034108461720082009-11-18T09:24:00.000-07:002009-11-18T09:24:26.544-07:00Southern Utah Junior Miss<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This weekend was Junior Miss! We has adorable girls, a great Emcee Jan Broberg and judges who couldn't have been better. All the girls were so equally good that we had 5 ties that had to be broken! We have 4 girls going to state in March. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm thankful for great husbands and brothers watching the ticket and flower sales. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The first year doing this was def. rough learning the ropes. But I'm so pumped for next year. <br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">November 6th 2010 Hurriccane High School! Mark your calendars! :D <br />
</div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-80100978574813833842009-11-18T09:16:00.000-07:002009-11-18T09:16:37.659-07:00Last Days on our Adventure<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When we first got into the redwoods at the Avenue of the Giants, it was dusk. Try driving through the trees as the sun is going down.. IT WAS DARK! I was a little freaked out. There is something about being in the redwoods at night that is mysterious. Plus, we had been driving 9 hours that day and we didn't have a hotel scheduled. <br />
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</div>We pulled up to this bed and breakfast, Fort Myers. Luckily they had an opening and it happened to be the only "hotel" in all of the redwoods. HOORAH! The breakfast we awesome, the hostess was eccentric and they welcomed little B-stain with open arms. It felt like it could have been better!<br />
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</div>This shows how shallow there roots are, but how big around these trees are! <br />
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</div><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;">And took a little hike through the forest before heading over to San Francisco. <br />
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</div><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;">By the mid day, we made it to San Francisco. If you follow the 101 all the way down, you drive right over the golden gate bridge. Be ready at the end to pay a $7 toll. We weren't ready for that. I beat everyone behind our car hated us! hehe. Thank goodness of GPS's or we would have been lost in this city! So many one way roads, impatient people and steep hills.<br />
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</div><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;">We slept the night in a hotel in a yucky little town. I was nervous to leave anything in the car and little B kept growling at things outside as we were trying to go to bed. After our not so good sleep, we drove the last day home. Bentley was all tuckered out. Driving non-stop the last 3 days is something i never want to do again! But I'd drop anything to drive down the 101 again! It was amazing. <br />
</div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-33673802493818077792009-09-28T09:20:00.000-06:002009-09-28T09:20:08.861-06:00Day 6: Depoe Bay, Sea Lion Caves and 8 hours of driving down the 101<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are behind so we have to make up alot of time driving. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is Depoe Bay from outside our motel room window. Last night we ate at Gracies Sea Hags. SUCH GOOD SEA FOOD! I tried osters for the first time. Not so good. But the clam chowder, and kaulins staple fish and chips. I had the sea food pasta with crab, shrimp & prawns. It was amazing.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There are supposed to be 12 grey whales that always live in the bay. This is as close as we got to one though. They cleaned out the river 2 days ago that drain into the bay so they were MIA the last couple of days.<br />
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So we went to the SeaLion caves so we could as least see a few wild animals. Kaulin took this picture right as B-Man went to yawn. It looks like he is a hand puphet I carry around with me to keep me company. He looks really creepy!!<br />
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On the drive down the 101 we ran into herds of elk.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We stayed in Long Beach, WA for the night at the Trend West. 2bd full kitchen for us! hehe. Long beach was super small and quiet. There signs say they have the longest beach in the world. I believe it. Although no on gets into their beach or really hangs out on the sand because the wind is so strong there! We took a walk down the board walk and check out a grey whale skeleton they have on the beach. <br />
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Our drive through Ecola State Park. Kalynn told me its like faries would jump out and touch you. She was so right! :) It looked alot like Olympic National Park with the tall green trees, winding roads and moss dripping from everywhere. <br />
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After checking out Cannon Beach we drove a few hours to Portland to stay with Kaulins Cousin Beau and his wife Kim. They were so great to us! They took work off just to show us around town. That night we ate at The Grilled Cheese Grill. Yup, you eat outta a bus. They serve only different kinda of Grilled cheese and tomato soup. I'm glad we had the pro's to show us the ropes on what to order. Who would have thought brown sugar on a grilled cheese would be good?<br />
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We stopped into Olympic National ark. It is beautiful covered in green trees and moss covered trees. It is considered the only rain forrest in the US.<br />
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</div>Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319674378767927332.post-80579762666953862212009-09-23T23:02:00.000-06:002009-09-23T23:02:48.362-06:00Day 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/Srr1L5FrEvI/AAAAAAAAAgM/DnSBqiCkWDI/s1600-h/IMGP2486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/Srr1L5FrEvI/AAAAAAAAAgM/DnSBqiCkWDI/s200/IMGP2486.JPG" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tonight we are in Port Angeles staying on the Harbor. We had a great crab dinner and are now relaxing. <br />
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</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/Srl_D2870wI/AAAAAAAAAgE/O9ogEVvtSX0/s1600-h/IMGP2478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BNqBOP9eLjM/Srl_D2870wI/AAAAAAAAAgE/O9ogEVvtSX0/s200/IMGP2478.JPG" /></a>We made it to Seattle!! I didn't feel honest about sneaking little B-stain onto the plane for the first time, but now I know we should have. We paid $75 (more then our ticket) and no one even asked if we have a proof if the dog could be with us. It def. wasn't needed. But its good to be honest right?<br />
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</div>We are now just hoping he doesn't get discovered at our hotel (Which was supposed to be dog friendly!) Oh no, they hate dogs! $250 if they catch you with one in your room. So we are just crossing our fingers he behaves tonight.<br />
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First thing we did tonight was order dinner, then walk 4 miles to take alook at the auction cars going through tomorrow. It look about an 45 minutes to walk 2 miles there and 2 miles back on a busy industrial road. We're exhausted now and are just watching TV since we are carless till tomorrow.Jewlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091964598135381635noreply@blogger.com5