<?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-8893329106485057150</id><updated>2011-10-06T08:39:01.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyer's Blah Blah Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>You never know what you may find...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-7725837113796227325</id><published>2011-09-01T15:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:47:59.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Teacher I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WLKxLT6rCWw/Tl_tAB_grkI/AAAAAAAAADI/JXABKv4CoAk/s1600/104_3631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647493042536492610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WLKxLT6rCWw/Tl_tAB_grkI/AAAAAAAAADI/JXABKv4CoAk/s320/104_3631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Public service Announcement&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ridicule my attempt at blogging I am not near as eloquent as Hilary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on Hilary's Facebook wall and I thought I would share it and and a few thoughts about my wife the Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"My son still calls your class his "golden year""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This comment gave the idea to post on the not yet dead blog (Facebook has really Killed this thing). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every time we are out somewhere we usually get a "Hi Mrs Boyer" very cheerfully I might add they truly love her and she loves them. ( I would usually hide from my teachers )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has been nominated for teacher of the year many times. and in 2005 she won for her school. This tells me of the respect she garners amongst her fellow teachers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The amount of contact she has with her former students is amazing to me she is friends with them on Facebook, and most of those Hi Mrs Boyer's are not from current students.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;And to finally one of her former students is a Returned Missionary and starting his Sophomore year on the BYU football team.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you Hilary and you are the Best Teacher I have ever seen ( I am Biased get over it). I know you wonder if you do any good I can tell you do I can see it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep it up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-7725837113796227325?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7725837113796227325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=7725837113796227325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/7725837113796227325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/7725837113796227325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2011/09/best-teacher-i-know.html' title='The Best Teacher I know'/><author><name>b - boyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481322277026603199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WLKxLT6rCWw/Tl_tAB_grkI/AAAAAAAAADI/JXABKv4CoAk/s72-c/104_3631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-2328722354833530350</id><published>2011-03-18T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:20:13.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Where I Have My Gallbladder Removed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;***Warning - Some Gross Pictures Involved Here***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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 style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Friday night﻿, the 25th of February, we went to Cara's Music in the Cafe' at her junior high school. She and the other girls who play the French Horn played a song they'd been practicing. We had light refreshments and then went for dinner to Cara's choice of Red Lobster. Who doesn't love their garlic biscuits?? After dinner I wasn't feeling well, took some Ibuprofen (which I'm really not supposed to take) and went to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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 style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In the middle of the night, my back started to REALLY hurt. I've had this pain before. The pain was all the way across the middle of my back. It also hurt just below my ribs right in the middle of my abdomen. It hurt to breathe as well. I woke Bryan up and he tried to adjust my back because we thought I had a rib out. This has happened at least on&amp;nbsp;four other occasions... Then I went back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" 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 style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The &amp;nbsp;next morning we got up cleaned the house and went to Jordyn's first soccer game of the season. Afterwards we came home to make dinner for the missionaries. We try to have them over for dinner monthly. My pain came back while we were cooking and about 5 minutes into dinner, clammy and sweating from pain, I excused myself to go to my room where I promptly threw up. Bryan found me curled up in the fetal position... With the elders fed and returned home, Bryan took me to the emergency room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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 style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Because we just moved up here in October we weren't quite sure where the closest ER was so Bryan looked it up online and it said the closest one was Southwest Surgical Hospital. This is directly from their website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;"At Southwest Surgical Hospital, we’ve made emergency care quick and convenient. ER patients are typically seen with no wait time, allowing you to get better, faster. Why spend hours waiting in the ER at a large hospital when fast, convenient care is so close?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our emergency room is equipped with the latest state-of-the-art technology, allowing us to handle any emergency that you or your family may have. We understand that visiting the Emergency Room can be a daunting experience, which is why we are dedicated to providing you with the highest level of compassion and care, making your visit to our ER as quick as possible."&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sounds good, right? Not so much on a Saturday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived and no one was there. It was oddly empty. The same nurse who&amp;nbsp;checked me in was one of two nurses total at the SWSH emergency room. There was one doctor who came to visit with me. They took blood, gave me a puke bag (best thing EVER) and tried to put an IV in. I was severely dehydrated and it took three tries to get an IV going on me. Morphine for the pain and something for the nausea helped.&lt;br /&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="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-A5QMbq2XSkU/TYPdqWVWhzI/AAAAAAAACA0/46wr7Tl2RT0/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-A5QMbq2XSkU/TYPdqWVWhzI/AAAAAAAACA0/46wr7Tl2RT0/s320/photo+1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;On a Saturday night SWSH runs with&amp;nbsp;a skeleton crew. No laboratory open? Oh, we have to send your blood work to an off-site lab. It'll take 4 hours. No x-ray technicians? We'll have to call a guy to come here. He's only an hour away. Enter the guy with the portable ultrasound machine and his van with a lift. Yes, I'm serious. "Congratulations! It's gallstones..." Yikes! I never once thought that's what it might be... So now that they figured out what my problem was they were unable to help me anymore and I needed to transfer to North Hills Hospital - only a couple miles away. Bryan asked if he could take me there himself. No can do. Because I had an IV in they needed to transport me by ambulance. Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-d6DAAK71PsY/TYPdwO0G0TI/AAAAAAAACA4/HYUBs-N656A/s1600/photo+2+ambulance.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-d6DAAK71PsY/TYPdwO0G0TI/AAAAAAAACA4/HYUBs-N656A/s320/photo+2+ambulance.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--K2zKdDm-mM/TYPd2Uy4f-I/AAAAAAAACA8/krwoWxuNVB0/s1600/photo+3+stretcher.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--K2zKdDm-mM/TYPd2Uy4f-I/AAAAAAAACA8/krwoWxuNVB0/s320/photo+3+stretcher.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Still hanging onto that puke bag... Riding backwards in an ambulance guaranteed that anything that might have been leftover in my stomach now came out. Not my finest hour. We got to the hospital around 6&amp;nbsp;am on Sunday morning&amp;nbsp;where they'd been waiting for me to arrive. The guy in the ER promptly takes out my IV (because "it's not in correctly"...) and jabs me twice more before he gets a new one in. They take me upstairs to room 522 and schedule my surgery for 12:30.&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;My surgeon, Dr. Husain, was loud and bouncy. He put three holes in my abdomen and removed the gallbladder laprascopically. He said it was especially full of stones. The doctor tried to release me Sunday night but I wasn't feeling very good and was shaky and weak. My nurse convinced the doctor to keep me overnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-E8op7H0nLls/TYPd9RwB1ZI/AAAAAAAACBA/4TUr63wY_M0/s1600/photo+4+post+or.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-E8op7H0nLls/TYPd9RwB1ZI/AAAAAAAACBA/4TUr63wY_M0/s320/photo+4+post+or.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That night in the hospital was awful. I don't think the nurse on the next shift thought I should have stayed. I know she wasn't expecting me to stay... In the middle of the night after&amp;nbsp;I asked for something for pain she would only bring me Tylenol. Really?&amp;nbsp;Tylenol?&amp;nbsp;They kept pumping IV fluids through me and when I would need to go to the restroom she acted like I was an inconvenience. I couldn't wait to get out of there and when the shift change in the morning came I totally ratted her out to the supervisor nurse. She was appalled and said she should've asked the on-call doctor for pain meds.&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="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Monday morning Dr. Husain came to&amp;nbsp;discharge me but after looking at my blood work and seeing my liver levels super elevated he sent me for an MRI suspecting rogue gallstones had blocked my common bile duct. My skin and eyeballs&amp;nbsp;turned yellow and I looked jaundiced which was kinda freaky. The MRI showed the suspected&amp;nbsp;blockage and I was scheduled for another procedure called an ERCP (Endoscopic Retrograde Cholangiopancreatography) that required general anesthesia again at 2:30 pm.&amp;nbsp; To get to my common bile duct they went through my esophagus and stomach and I had to be laying belly-down the day after having my gallbladder removed. Strange. Glad I was not awake while they were doing all of this...&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="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LHlHvXespy4/TYQndHxj-CI/AAAAAAAACBI/xVQE1WbrA64/s1600/ercp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LHlHvXespy4/TYQndHxj-CI/AAAAAAAACBI/xVQE1WbrA64/s320/ercp.jpg" width="320" /&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;﻿Here are some of the pictures they took while doing the ERCP. You can see all of the gross, "muddy sludge" and stones they took out and pushed down through to the bowels. Sorry if the photos make you squeamish. I think they're pretty cool.&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="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iiuxzOXTCUg/TYPgy6M3ODI/AAAAAAAACBE/sN5SpmzWFIw/s1600/3-18-2011+5%253B43%253B03+PM.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="444" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iiuxzOXTCUg/TYPgy6M3ODI/AAAAAAAACBE/sN5SpmzWFIw/s640/3-18-2011+5%253B43%253B03+PM.JPG" width="640" /&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: left;"&gt;I got to eat a liquid diet finally after this second surgery. Yum! I was finally released on Tuesday afternoon. Thank goodness! Wednesday went by pretty quickly. Thursday I was back to nauseous and dehydrated and ended up back in the ER getting a CT scan to make sure nothing had been perforated in the second procedure. This required three more&amp;nbsp;IV sticks. That brings the total to NINE since they put in a just-in-case IV during the gallbladder removal on Sunday. Sheesh! The CT scan showed no damage thankfully.&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="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We had many friends from church and neighbors&amp;nbsp;come to visit and bring meals. My teammates from school helped me out immensely in so many ways (Lesson plans, bringing Jordyn home, Marie brought us dinner one night&amp;nbsp;and Jennifer actually took me to the last ER visit until Bryan could get there)&amp;nbsp;and Bryan's job gave us giftcards to help with dinners and all the time he needed to take care of me. We were definitely watched over and protected during this time. I could feel all of the prayers and the love coming right at me.&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="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;strong&gt;So let's see...&lt;/strong&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;3 emergency room visits&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;2 nights in&amp;nbsp;the hospital&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;1 ambulance ride&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;2 surgeries&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;3 doctors&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;1 ultrasound&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;1 MRI&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;1 CT scan&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;9 IV sticks (4 that actually worked and 5 blown veins)&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;countless blood draws&amp;nbsp;&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;5 days out of work&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;Final bill???? &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;I really shouldn't have started to add this up...&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="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We'll gladly accept any and all donations... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-2328722354833530350?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2328722354833530350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=2328722354833530350' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2328722354833530350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2328722354833530350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-where-i-have-my-gallbladder-removed.html' title='The One Where I Have My Gallbladder Removed'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-A5QMbq2XSkU/TYPdqWVWhzI/AAAAAAAACA0/46wr7Tl2RT0/s72-c/photo+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-6388700614993085339</id><published>2010-12-12T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:45:57.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Klingensmith Wedding #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Bryan's sister, DeAnn, had 3 of her 6 children get married this summer. Kelsey and Aaron Tucker got married at the end of June in the Jordan River Temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQWDrM3qGqI/AAAAAAAACAQ/7DeQObcl8s8/s1600/IMG_4615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQWDrM3qGqI/AAAAAAAACAQ/7DeQObcl8s8/s400/IMG_4615.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The happy couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQWD9UzCuFI/AAAAAAAACAU/u9tNqQLa6C0/s1600/IMG_4616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQWD9UzCuFI/AAAAAAAACAU/u9tNqQLa6C0/s400/IMG_4616.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Bungalow in Pleasant Grove, reception site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQWEDznvuwI/AAAAAAAACAY/F-VvWQJIAcU/s1600/IMG_4617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQWEDznvuwI/AAAAAAAACAY/F-VvWQJIAcU/s400/IMG_4617.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma &amp;amp;Grandpa Boyer&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/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQWEL5qwWSI/AAAAAAAACAc/woJLLWo1Zlo/s1600/IMG_4627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQWEL5qwWSI/AAAAAAAACAc/woJLLWo1Zlo/s400/IMG_4627.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The oldest Boyer grandchild, Kris, getting a youngest grandchild sandwich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQWEUyK-D8I/AAAAAAAACAg/quO71qY9mng/s1600/IMG_4629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQWEUyK-D8I/AAAAAAAACAg/quO71qY9mng/s400/IMG_4629.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The food at this reception was AWESOME and they kept bringing it out!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQWEdBLB-UI/AAAAAAAACAk/RHUz_wqnxks/s1600/IMG_4633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQWEdBLB-UI/AAAAAAAACAk/RHUz_wqnxks/s400/IMG_4633.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cara caught the bouquet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQWEkDsMhhI/AAAAAAAACAo/29Do24WLzYg/s1600/IMG_4635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQWEkDsMhhI/AAAAAAAACAo/29Do24WLzYg/s400/IMG_4635.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Jordyn needed her own flowers too... It was a great day for the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-6388700614993085339?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6388700614993085339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=6388700614993085339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/6388700614993085339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/6388700614993085339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/12/klingensmith-wedding-1.html' title='Klingensmith Wedding #1'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQWDrM3qGqI/AAAAAAAACAQ/7DeQObcl8s8/s72-c/IMG_4615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-146819714472231224</id><published>2010-12-12T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:13:56.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning! You may not want to scroll down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We have some friends, the Stoneciphers, that we met through Cara's YMCA volleyball team. They are awesome people. They have two daughters who just happen to be the same age as our two daughters. It just made sense to be friends. We sat by them at all the games, went to lunch together once and were invited to dinner at their house at the end of the season in June. &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;Here is Dave giving Cara a ride on his custom painted motorcycle. He drove her around the neighborhood and then offered me a ride. I said no thanks...&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQV8MV44ibI/AAAAAAAACAA/p6XOm88rFHE/s1600/Cara+motorcycle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQV8MV44ibI/AAAAAAAACAA/p6XOm88rFHE/s640/Cara+motorcycle.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then he offered Bryan a chance to drive the motorcycle... &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;The following is evidence that Bryan should have said no thanks as well...﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQV8TUO9jtI/AAAAAAAACAE/X7I97TJhq-k/s1600/IMG_4584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQV8TUO9jtI/AAAAAAAACAE/X7I97TJhq-k/s400/IMG_4584.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQV8aths3jI/AAAAAAAACAI/t7gN50tdK94/s1600/IMG_4586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQV8aths3jI/AAAAAAAACAI/t7gN50tdK94/s320/IMG_4586.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Burns, bruises, meat scraped off his toes, wounded ego&amp;nbsp;and total embarrassment were the injuries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful that it wasn't much worse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-146819714472231224?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/146819714472231224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=146819714472231224' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/146819714472231224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/146819714472231224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/12/warning-you-may-not-want-to-scroll-down.html' title='Warning! You may not want to scroll down...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQV8MV44ibI/AAAAAAAACAA/p6XOm88rFHE/s72-c/Cara+motorcycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4031118406966966891</id><published>2010-12-12T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T19:45:16.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Camp 2010</title><content type='html'>﻿﻿﻿﻿ &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;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVxjdZeJ6I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/O0tmolGXN1o/s1600/IMG_4487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVxjdZeJ6I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/O0tmolGXN1o/s320/IMG_4487.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;Our tribe name "Mahanamakamaka" (Friends with the light of Christ)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVtIU5iusI/AAAAAAAAB_M/uok4qNg-4MQ/s1600/IMG_4392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVtIU5iusI/AAAAAAAAB_M/uok4qNg-4MQ/s320/IMG_4392.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So I was called to be the Girl's Camp director for our ward this year. It was especially exciting because it was Cara's first year to attend. She was not offically in YW yet but because she was going into 7th grade she could go. The poster above was for our fundraiser. It was a total success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVxqZvxKcI/AAAAAAAAB_U/_DmShMsGeRg/s1600/IMG_4493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVxqZvxKcI/AAAAAAAAB_U/_DmShMsGeRg/s320/IMG_4493.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;How many YW can squeeze into the Bishop's truck?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVx0bDer9I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/NvqJVyVVyOY/s1600/IMG_4496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVx0bDer9I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/NvqJVyVVyOY/s320/IMG_4496.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The before picture&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ ﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVx_AU0o2I/AAAAAAAAB_c/E-rtb8gYe1E/s1600/IMG_4540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVx_AU0o2I/AAAAAAAAB_c/E-rtb8gYe1E/s200/IMG_4540.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Iron Chef Dutch oven masterpieces&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVyKW93LgI/AAAAAAAAB_g/FFBWHWhi0Bk/s1600/IMG_4545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVyKW93LgI/AAAAAAAAB_g/FFBWHWhi0Bk/s320/IMG_4545.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catching fish. Cara was really good at this!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVyUeFFTNI/AAAAAAAAB_k/FWZuL5Yua4U/s1600/IMG_4553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVyUeFFTNI/AAAAAAAAB_k/FWZuL5Yua4U/s320/IMG_4553.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;Singing Camp songs. Some of these are the same as when I was a youth...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVyjC5V_II/AAAAAAAAB_s/1Exs2P2BZpQ/s1600/IMG_4568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVyjC5V_II/AAAAAAAAB_s/1Exs2P2BZpQ/s200/IMG_4568.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leading a song at lunch time. "The Princess Pat"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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; ﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVypSTIrvI/AAAAAAAAB_w/59QUefTqcfo/s1600/IMG_4572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVypSTIrvI/AAAAAAAAB_w/59QUefTqcfo/s320/IMG_4572.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;Safety goggles? Check.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVyxR0VeXI/AAAAAAAAB_0/6b17Ny3rFbc/s1600/IMG_4573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVyxR0VeXI/AAAAAAAAB_0/6b17Ny3rFbc/s320/IMG_4573.JPG" style="cursor: move;" unselectable="on" 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;Sharp-shooter&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ ﻿﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVy5nLgKPI/AAAAAAAAB_4/RDjXobF5rx0/s1600/IMG_4577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVy5nLgKPI/AAAAAAAAB_4/RDjXobF5rx0/s200/IMG_4577.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swimming on the last day of camp.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ ﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVzBPuZ7bI/AAAAAAAAB_8/Wde42dOcx9w/s1600/IMG_4581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVzBPuZ7bI/AAAAAAAAB_8/Wde42dOcx9w/s320/IMG_4581.JPG" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;The Last Supper&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVycWFYrBI/AAAAAAAAB_o/2w7L6iakFlQ/s1600/IMG_4556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVycWFYrBI/AAAAAAAAB_o/2w7L6iakFlQ/s400/IMG_4556.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;/div&gt;&lt;img height="72" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVyxR0VeXI/AAAAAAAAB_0/6b17Ny3rFbc/s320/IMG_4573.JPG" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 322px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 2070px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /&gt;I loved spending time with these girls. Especially the one in green next to me.&amp;nbsp;The week was full of fun memories and I feel blessed to have gotten to go for her first year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4031118406966966891?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4031118406966966891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4031118406966966891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4031118406966966891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4031118406966966891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/12/girls-camp-2010.html' title='Girl&apos;s Camp 2010'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TQVxjdZeJ6I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/O0tmolGXN1o/s72-c/IMG_4487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-6489375369388412889</id><published>2010-07-02T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T20:06:54.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm... I'm thinking someone was bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Sunday before we left for Utah one of our favorite young men sat right behind us... the next thing I knew Jordyn was showing me the sacrament program that Josh had drawn a picture for her on... She didn't appreciate the fact that he'd drawn her brain as an acorn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" 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/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TC6JH9RdNZI/AAAAAAAAB-c/xfOB30kpu5Q/s1600/brain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TC6JH9RdNZI/AAAAAAAAB-c/xfOB30kpu5Q/s400/brain.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Not to be outdone, Jordyn decided to draw a picture for him! Here she is holding me on her shoulders while Josh can only hold a furry dog and a furry cat on himself while he's getting stormed on. Jordyn adds that he falls over from this as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TC6JMYRTZYI/AAAAAAAAB-k/NzyH1Q81h-A/s1600/jordyn%27s+response.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TC6JMYRTZYI/AAAAAAAAB-k/NzyH1Q81h-A/s400/jordyn%27s+response.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then (and this one made me laugh so hard it was almost embarrassing!) the next&amp;nbsp;one came over the pew. I had to look really hard to see Jordyn underneath the sumo wrestler...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TC6JN8XKcBI/AAAAAAAAB-s/mJ3KCew8f6Y/s1600/karate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TC6JN8XKcBI/AAAAAAAAB-s/mJ3KCew8f6Y/s400/karate.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Finally, Josh drew Jordyn being sawed in half by his magician alter ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TC6JPLOx0GI/AAAAAAAAB-0/fJY-LPlteOw/s1600/magician.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TC6JPLOx0GI/AAAAAAAAB-0/fJY-LPlteOw/s400/magician.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TC6JQZY5J1I/AAAAAAAAB-8/Yc4OFCSnRa8/s1600/Josh+Green.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TC6JQZY5J1I/AAAAAAAAB-8/Yc4OFCSnRa8/s640/Josh+Green.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here is the artist himself - Josh Green.&amp;nbsp;I actually think he's quite talented but maybe we shouldn't sit in front of him again... ☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sorry for the photo quality it was my camera phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-6489375369388412889?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6489375369388412889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=6489375369388412889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/6489375369388412889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/6489375369388412889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/07/hmm-im-thinking-someone-was-bored.html' title='Hmm... I&apos;m thinking someone was bored...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TC6JH9RdNZI/AAAAAAAAB-c/xfOB30kpu5Q/s72-c/brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-2605799063938276801</id><published>2010-07-01T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T20:13:41.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Worth Museum of Science and History</title><content type='html'>&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCqDRcdfMnI/AAAAAAAAB88/fIv3g2j8-h0/s1600/IMG_4478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCqDRcdfMnI/AAAAAAAAB88/fIv3g2j8-h0/s640/IMG_4478.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Fort Worth Museum of Science and History got a major face lift last year. When it reopened we decided to get a family membership. &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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My camera batteries died before long but I did manage to snap a few shots of the girls digging dinosaur bones together....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" 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/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCqDll1Xd_I/AAAAAAAAB9U/R2DTCiySYzI/s1600/IMG_4482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCqDll1Xd_I/AAAAAAAAB9U/R2DTCiySYzI/s400/IMG_4482.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCqDeCvqfTI/AAAAAAAAB9M/FC-blUZnJvA/s1600/IMG_4481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCqDeCvqfTI/AAAAAAAAB9M/FC-blUZnJvA/s400/IMG_4481.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" 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;Constructing houses...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" 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/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCqDvJ0xBNI/AAAAAAAAB9k/2N4zRVXXb5Q/s1600/IMG_4485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCqDvJ0xBNI/AAAAAAAAB9k/2N4zRVXXb5Q/s400/IMG_4485.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" 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 doing some major shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" 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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCqDqNEu6dI/AAAAAAAAB9c/9_5FDE8hZgQ/s1600/IMG_4483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCqDqNEu6dI/AAAAAAAAB9c/9_5FDE8hZgQ/s400/IMG_4483.JPG" width="300" /&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: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The museum also right now has a Leonardo &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: #ffffff;"&gt;daVinci&lt;/span&gt; exhibit that is spectacular and very much hands-on as well as a 4-D movie on Barnett Shale. The girls love the part where is shoots water out at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" 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 align="center" 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;We'll be back soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" 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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-2605799063938276801?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2605799063938276801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=2605799063938276801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2605799063938276801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2605799063938276801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/07/fort-worth-museum-of-science-and.html' title='Fort Worth Museum of Science and History'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCqDRcdfMnI/AAAAAAAAB88/fIv3g2j8-h0/s72-c/IMG_4478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4268232638285657301</id><published>2010-06-29T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:31:22.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trampolinas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCqAwd0YokI/AAAAAAAAB8k/AX7pUGNdKqk/s1600/IMG_4488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCqAwd0YokI/AAAAAAAAB8k/AX7pUGNdKqk/s640/IMG_4488.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The girls love to jump on the trampoline when the sprinkler is on underneath. It makes me happy when they can play and have fun together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCqA31AGWnI/AAAAAAAAB8s/t4989ScKz3M/s1600/IMG_4491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCqA31AGWnI/AAAAAAAAB8s/t4989ScKz3M/s640/IMG_4491.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cara says it looks like she's sitting on the fence in this picture!&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/8893329106485057150-4268232638285657301?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4268232638285657301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4268232638285657301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4268232638285657301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4268232638285657301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/06/trampolinas.html' title='Trampolinas'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCqAwd0YokI/AAAAAAAAB8k/AX7pUGNdKqk/s72-c/IMG_4488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-5739060560254525968</id><published>2010-06-29T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:20:53.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergraduation</title><content type='html'>&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCp8BOgSLjI/AAAAAAAAB70/98SSuPmvYlY/s1600/IMG_4458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCp8BOgSLjI/AAAAAAAAB70/98SSuPmvYlY/s640/IMG_4458.JPG" width="640" /&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;Jordyn's kindergarten year was a very good experience for her! She absolutely adored her teacher, Ms. Kennedy and learned many new things that she would come home and tell us all about. Her reading and writing skills increased by leaps and bounds. I am amazed by her progress! The end of the year culminated with a song-filled morning kindergarten graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCp8M25KYuI/AAAAAAAAB8E/hiG0nyNhHz0/s1600/IMG_4460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCp8M25KYuI/AAAAAAAAB8E/hiG0nyNhHz0/s400/IMG_4460.JPG" width="400" /&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;Here she is in the middle of the pack singing, "The World is a Rainbow". I remember singing this song when I was in elementary school. ☺&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="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/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCp8H-L5p_I/AAAAAAAAB78/_608JDMxunc/s1600/IMG_4463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCp8H-L5p_I/AAAAAAAAB78/_608JDMxunc/s320/IMG_4463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCp8QPeitnI/AAAAAAAAB8M/R1v8jZirOQk/s1600/IMG_4474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCp8QPeitnI/AAAAAAAAB8M/R1v8jZirOQk/s320/IMG_4474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready to sing "A Toody-Tot" and hanging out with her buddy Nazir from Pre-K. He's a great friend to Jordyn!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCp8TJ-SQ1I/AAAAAAAAB8U/8NXEPKj4bKo/s1600/IMG_4473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCp8TJ-SQ1I/AAAAAAAAB8U/8NXEPKj4bKo/s400/IMG_4473.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;This is Ms. Kennedy. Jordyn says, "She is beautiful and nice and she loves me a lot each and every day! She taught me about things like being nice to people and she loves when I listen to her. She likes to talk about things that are really good like writing center and home center. I love Ms. Kennedy two thousand!" &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCp8VLLToWI/AAAAAAAAB8c/9YhCpMMcWkc/s1600/IMG_44702.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCp8VLLToWI/AAAAAAAAB8c/9YhCpMMcWkc/s640/IMG_44702.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love you little one.♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-5739060560254525968?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5739060560254525968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=5739060560254525968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/5739060560254525968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/5739060560254525968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/06/kindergraduation.html' title='Kindergraduation'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/TCp8BOgSLjI/AAAAAAAAB70/98SSuPmvYlY/s72-c/IMG_4458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4260461924960712140</id><published>2010-05-11T22:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:42:01.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordyn's First Straw Hole</title><content type='html'>I tried my best to not be such a freak about Jordyn's first loose tooth. I really did. Good intentions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, after over two weeks of that tooth&amp;nbsp;jiggling, wiggling, and tormenting me, I had Bryan hold her arms while I jerked it out quickly. I swear that tooth was taunting me. Jordyn was actually happy that I got it out -&amp;nbsp;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S-ofJfPcvzI/AAAAAAAAB7U/9JLuQjoIn1w/s1600/IMG_4435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S-ofJfPcvzI/AAAAAAAAB7U/9JLuQjoIn1w/s400/IMG_4435.JPG" tt="true" 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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S-ofppwX0BI/AAAAAAAAB7k/D64d-pr3YW4/s1600/IMG_4437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S-ofppwX0BI/AAAAAAAAB7k/D64d-pr3YW4/s400/IMG_4437.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&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;In this photo you can see that Jordyn had been avoiding brushing around the loose tooth for awhile. Actually, don't look. It's not pretty...&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/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S-ofb6DmtAI/AAAAAAAAB7c/FcanmSJUnrI/s1600/IMG_4436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S-ofb6DmtAI/AAAAAAAAB7c/FcanmSJUnrI/s640/IMG_4436.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here she is with her trophy. I doubt there's a kid out there who was more excited to lose her first tooth. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4260461924960712140?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4260461924960712140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4260461924960712140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4260461924960712140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4260461924960712140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/05/jordyns-first-straw-hole.html' title='Jordyn&apos;s First Straw Hole'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S-ofJfPcvzI/AAAAAAAAB7U/9JLuQjoIn1w/s72-c/IMG_4435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-671616328526623667</id><published>2010-04-20T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:04:19.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stake Conference Shout-Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S85xSKGQTCI/AAAAAAAAB7M/9VldoJRs6g8/s1600/alcatraz+and+cara.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S85xSKGQTCI/AAAAAAAAB7M/9VldoJRs6g8/s640/alcatraz+and+cara.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&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;br /&gt;We attended Stake Conference on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We expected to see old friends from 5th ward. We expected to be uplifted by some great speakers and beautiful music. We expected to have sore buns after sitting for 2 hours on folding metal chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't expect Cara to be mentioned in a talk. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Gennell Jones was Cara's primary teacher in 5th ward&amp;nbsp;when the stake realigned two years ago. Two years ago?! She is now the 1st Counselor in the Stake Relief Society. She prefaced her comments with, "I was teaching primary a few years ago and there was&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;young lady in the class who, I hope won't mind me sharing this..."&amp;nbsp;My ears perked up and I thought, "Could she be talking about 5th ward?" She was speaking about testimonies and she said something to the effect of how she was impressed with Cara's ability to have a strong testimony even though she was the only member of the church in her whole school. You should have seen Cara sit up quickly and look around shocked that someone would remember her! People around us started turning around and pointing even. It was completely unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me again of how blessed I am to be the mother of these two sweet girls. It brought up a good discussion about how others ARE watching and paying attention to&amp;nbsp;what we say and do.&amp;nbsp;It was almost as if I watched Cara's self-esteem rising. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that I don't deserve them. We'll see how I feel after we get through the teenage years. :) And actually, we sat on the last row of cushy chairs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-671616328526623667?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/671616328526623667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=671616328526623667' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/671616328526623667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/671616328526623667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/04/stake-conference-shout-out.html' title='Stake Conference Shout-Out'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S85xSKGQTCI/AAAAAAAAB7M/9VldoJRs6g8/s72-c/alcatraz+and+cara.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-2790849110229249313</id><published>2010-04-12T11:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:02:45.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind Weekend</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/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S8NMeTvCQ7I/AAAAAAAAB7E/hm9H3MU0tcM/s1600/scrapbooking-supplies-722451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S8NMeTvCQ7I/AAAAAAAAB7E/hm9H3MU0tcM/s320/scrapbooking-supplies-722451.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Many months ago I agreed to go on a scrapbook retreat with some of my oldest, dearest friends. The dates happened to fall on my birthday weekend and I figured that would be a nice birthday gift for myself. As the date came closer things started accumulating for the same weekend and I started regretting the decision to go on the retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of all the things&amp;nbsp;I missed while I was gone this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bryan got tickets to the Ranger's game Friday nights. Jordyn managed to make it through a whole game and they even stayed for the fireworks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My school's Family Fun Day. Only THE best school carnival you've &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; seen. Complete with ginormous rock climbing wall and Cara performed a flag routine with the Ensemble girls and a dance routine with some friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cara's volleyball game where I'm told she was a rockstar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jordyn had a friend's birthday party to go to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dear friend's oldest child, Charlie, got baptized on Saturday night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both of my daughters bore their testimonies in church on Sunday. SO sad I missed that one!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Needless to say, Bryan had some serious running around to do to keep up with the weekend's activities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I did miss out on way too much family time, I did enjoy myself immensely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I completed all the work&amp;nbsp;I took with me. I honestly didn't think I would get as much done as I did so I could've brought more to work on. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spent more time laughing this weekend than I have in a LONG time. My face hurt from laughing not long after&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;arrived.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a break from the hustle and bustle that each weekend seems to bring whether I'm ready for it or not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had many deep conversations about life and children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I actually slept in until 9:30 yesterday morning. I can't remember the last time that happened!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bryan made dinner Sunday and Cara baked and frosted a cake for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It really was a great weekend! Can't wait to do it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-2790849110229249313?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2790849110229249313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=2790849110229249313' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2790849110229249313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2790849110229249313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/04/whirlwind-weekend.html' title='Whirlwind Weekend'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S8NMeTvCQ7I/AAAAAAAAB7E/hm9H3MU0tcM/s72-c/scrapbooking-supplies-722451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-8837323282988199056</id><published>2010-03-25T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:35:11.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Can Say is Wow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S6tlqpjAemI/AAAAAAAAB60/CnlHA_W0FwY/s1600/cookies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S6tlqpjAemI/AAAAAAAAB60/CnlHA_W0FwY/s640/cookies.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is what it looks like when your 11-year-old misreads the recipe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my Grandma Perkins chocolate chips cookies. Instead of a cup and a half of flour, Cara only put in a half cup... I think it's hilarious that the chocolate chips are resting on top of the flat, flat, flat cookie crisp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad that I ate some anyway? ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the picture - it's with my phone camera...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-8837323282988199056?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8837323282988199056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=8837323282988199056' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8837323282988199056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8837323282988199056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-i-can-say-is-wow.html' title='All I Can Say is Wow...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S6tlqpjAemI/AAAAAAAAB60/CnlHA_W0FwY/s72-c/cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-6922383343683616810</id><published>2010-02-11T19:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:04:58.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Much Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's nothing compared to the slamming the east coast is taking but for Texas it's a BIG deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryan says it's the most snow he's ever seen here and he's a lifer... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437170805807896114" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S3S2Cl9N1jI/AAAAAAAAB6o/t3dl_IvOGEU/s400/IMG_4218.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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've got 8 inches of snow and it's still coming down. School was cancelled for tomorrow before we even left the building today. That's a first! &lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our usual Texas snowman is a foot or so tall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S3SwqdACMrI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/_fXvt1PUbxs/s1600/IMG_4213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437164893528797874" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S3SwqdACMrI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/_fXvt1PUbxs/s640/IMG_4213.JPG" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" width="480" /&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;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437164888789344066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S3SwqLWD30I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/2QXBzg5aWIg/s400/IMG_4212.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; Jordyn and our neighbor buddy Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437164877310181794" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S3SwpglNwaI/AAAAAAAAB6I/EDbnCPCamuw/s640/IMG_4211.JPG" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" width="480" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just don't eat the yellow snow, right grandma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437164875972719378" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S3SwpbmVsxI/AAAAAAAAB6A/WTnfhWfjZOs/s640/IMG_4210.JPG" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="640" /&gt; I don't know why she thought this was so fun but she slammed numerous snowballs on her own head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437170800188759634" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S3S2CRBgnlI/AAAAAAAAB6g/YDuBi1-L0zk/s400/IMG_4217.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;That's a full-on Daddy snow angel. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S3Swozm4lxI/AAAAAAAAB54/t4UDWTvODXI/s1600-h/IMG_4204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437164865237587730" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S3Swozm4lxI/AAAAAAAAB54/t4UDWTvODXI/s400/IMG_4204.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The is the backyard around 4 this afternoon. There's so much more now - it's intense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-6922383343683616810?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6922383343683616810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=6922383343683616810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/6922383343683616810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/6922383343683616810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-much-fun.html' title='Snow Much Fun!'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S3S2Cl9N1jI/AAAAAAAAB6o/t3dl_IvOGEU/s72-c/IMG_4218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-7687994746579707701</id><published>2010-02-10T19:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:05:11.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>River Trails Performing Ensemble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S3NxXeAa3dI/AAAAAAAAB5w/BCyKWobQUXg/s1600-h/smiles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436813823172074962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S3NxXeAa3dI/AAAAAAAAB5w/BCyKWobQUXg/s400/smiles.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cara is in her school's performing ensemble. The group made up of 5th and 6th graders sing, dance and play musical instruments. The kids practice at least once a week during their recess and then every Wednesday after school for an hour. Our music teacher, Mrs. McKenna, is very dedicated. I wish I would've taken a picture of the whole group but I was focused on my own cutie...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436813808622434354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S3NxWnzg-DI/AAAAAAAAB5o/qE5wxzRPliE/s400/playing.JPG" /&gt;Playing the xylophone (only it's not an ordinary xylophone - it has a special name that's escaping me right now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436813805465119506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S3NxWcCwKxI/AAAAAAAAB5g/LtGEe4ADfG0/s400/hand+slap.JPG" /&gt;Here they are doing a hand/body-slapping, stomping rhythm dance. In the background you can see the buckets the boys did a "bucket song" with. It was really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short video of Cara's solo in the "Tropic" song and then everyone joining in. She really enjoys being a part of the ensemble group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9ec4f9b89a59a097" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ec4f9b89a59a097%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329900324%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D337EBF8BC33E42F7E131DDAAF9A34147FBE83316.1D073BD3267534878AA3549245CF6DFECCFE029A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ec4f9b89a59a097%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D36ntY-xX8Esk8ZLk0j2jzzUXm1Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ec4f9b89a59a097%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329900324%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D337EBF8BC33E42F7E131DDAAF9A34147FBE83316.1D073BD3267534878AA3549245CF6DFECCFE029A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ec4f9b89a59a097%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D36ntY-xX8Esk8ZLk0j2jzzUXm1Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-7687994746579707701?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7687994746579707701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=7687994746579707701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/7687994746579707701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/7687994746579707701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/02/river-trails-performing-ensemble.html' title='River Trails Performing Ensemble'/><author><name>b - boyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481322277026603199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S3NxXeAa3dI/AAAAAAAAB5w/BCyKWobQUXg/s72-c/smiles.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-5351468135959401902</id><published>2010-01-09T21:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:02:56.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar-Booger</title><content type='html'>Four years ago we innocently went to tithing settlement at church. Bishop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Roueche&lt;/span&gt; took care of business and then announced that his dog just had puppies and looking directly at Cara and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jordyn&lt;/span&gt; asked, "Girls, wouldn't you like a puppy to bring home to your house??" Talk about sabotage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later we brought home a bundle of white fluff whom the girls named Sugar. She is a Heinz 57 dog - half chihuahua and half mutt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0lHBOMRL7I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/jmLgxEWlBag/s1600-h/Sug+puppy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424945312459468722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0lHBOMRL7I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/jmLgxEWlBag/s400/Sug+puppy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cara has always been the one to take care of and love on Sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0lHAkEvIBI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/eeN0-FFI82I/s1600-h/Crate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424945301153587218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0lHAkEvIBI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/eeN0-FFI82I/s400/Crate.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jordyn&lt;/span&gt;, 2 years old, squeezing into Sugar's crate (which didn't last too long because I couldn't take the crying Sugar would do when we put her in there...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424944189308963282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0lF_2IUidI/AAAAAAAAB44/fGJ3cmZZ4Qc/s400/Back+sleeper+1.JPG" /&gt;Cara and Sugar had a special bond.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424944180695906322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0lF_WCzuBI/AAAAAAAAB4w/bnTEdJ7Cluo/s400/Back+sleeper.JPG" /&gt; Having a dog has been a mixed bag. She's been a great friend to Cara all these years but recently we've decided that she would probably have a better life with someone else. Except in the summer time she spent A LOT of time by herself. We would have to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;remind&lt;/span&gt; Cara way too much to feed or water or bathe Sugar. She was constantly digging out under our fence. Do I need to mention the dog hair issue? But the worst was every time we left town we would have to ask our friends to keep her at their houses. I hated asking. Really. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a nice woman who works with Bryan said she'd be willing to take Sugar for a trial stay with her. For a few weeks Cara was pretty resistant to the idea. We never really pressed it but each time Sugar got out or rolled in poo or tried to eat food off our table (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;!!) I could see she was thinking about it. On Wednesday, while Bryan was still in the hospital, she came to me and said I'm ready to let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424944176956277666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0lF_IHNg6I/AAAAAAAAB4o/6IRrqaIIjSc/s400/Girls+and+Sugar.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saying goodbye this morning. Sugar has been so tolerant of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jordyn&lt;/span&gt; all these years, putting up with being picked up and getting her tail pulled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424945289749229522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0lG_5lub9I/AAAAAAAAB5A/0cZZJVKCanc/s400/Sug+1.9.10.JPG" /&gt; This is Babs and her dog Brady. Bryan said he thought she had a few dogs already. When we got there five dogs greeted us! Five! That's a lot of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; love. We stayed and visited for over an hour and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jordyn&lt;/span&gt; made herself right at home... Sugar will have furry friends and a huge backyard on a lake to run around. Babs has invited us to visit anytime we want and we're looking forward to going fishing with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Millwards&lt;/span&gt; in April. Babs' daughter, Amanda, has already posted pictures on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; for us and says Sugar's fitting right in. It makes it much easier to swallow that she's in a happy home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0lF-ilaohI/AAAAAAAAB4g/MZNtbnAU8P4/s1600-h/Brady.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424944166882419218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0lF-ilaohI/AAAAAAAAB4g/MZNtbnAU8P4/s400/Brady.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We'll miss you Sugar but thank you Babs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0lF-KFQGpI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/HIXXcHiISUA/s1600-h/Babs+and+Cara.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424944160305060498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0lF-KFQGpI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/HIXXcHiISUA/s400/Babs+and+Cara.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-5351468135959401902?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5351468135959401902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=5351468135959401902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/5351468135959401902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/5351468135959401902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/01/sugar-booger.html' title='Sugar-Booger'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0lHBOMRL7I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/jmLgxEWlBag/s72-c/Sug+puppy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-8463521731877065390</id><published>2010-01-05T20:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:54:41.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Offending Appendage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0P3EnuaNKI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/bdwZD2QZ8RM/s1600-h/Foot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423450035039384738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0P3EnuaNKI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/bdwZD2QZ8RM/s400/Foot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This actually looks a lot better than it did yesterday. It looked more like Fred Flintstone's foot then but it is now angry, red and spreading across the top of his foot. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctors are saying he'll be in most of the week until the redness goes away completely. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had a lot of support from friends down here and many kind thoughts and prayer pledges offered up to us. It means a lot. Erin helped me yesterday by driving one of our cars home from Dallas and then she, Kevin and Jacob visited Bryan tonight when they were in town. Jordyn got to play with her BFF Alexandrea Washington after school. Cara stayed home tonight to work on her homework and was visited by the Brittons. When I walked in tonight it was a major Mario Kart Wii party happening at the house and I was so happy to have such good friends. &lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're praying Bryan gets out sooner than later and that all will be well with his foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-8463521731877065390?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8463521731877065390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=8463521731877065390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8463521731877065390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8463521731877065390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/01/offending-appendage.html' title='The Offending Appendage'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0P3EnuaNKI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/bdwZD2QZ8RM/s72-c/Foot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-578743066976193587</id><published>2010-01-04T21:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:00:11.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Spot the Difference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0K31ZbTrUI/AAAAAAAAB3w/WpGyVSEeldA/s1600-h/IMG_4165%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423099029293870402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0K31ZbTrUI/AAAAAAAAB3w/WpGyVSEeldA/s400/IMG_4165%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... didn't I just post this picture yesterday?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The location has changed from our comfy living room into Baylor University Medical Center - Dallas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423099020749286066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0K305mHqrI/AAAAAAAAB3o/JQyMaU7DNpA/s400/IMG_4167%5B1%5D" /&gt;At least we're still smiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd recount the whole story but it's late, I'm tired, and chances are we're Facebook friends and you know the story already. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-578743066976193587?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/578743066976193587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=578743066976193587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/578743066976193587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/578743066976193587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-you-spot-difference.html' title='Can You Spot the Difference?'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0K31ZbTrUI/AAAAAAAAB3w/WpGyVSEeldA/s72-c/IMG_4165%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4219980329978076006</id><published>2010-01-03T19:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:09:15.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Like a Good Nap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is what 9 am church means to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422685397339202258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0E_o2UZ4tI/AAAAAAAAB3g/ZJmU9OZqZIU/s400/IMG_4163%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh... the return of the Sunday afternoon nap. Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4219980329978076006?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4219980329978076006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4219980329978076006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4219980329978076006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4219980329978076006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothing-like-good-nap.html' title='Nothing Like a Good Nap...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0E_o2UZ4tI/AAAAAAAAB3g/ZJmU9OZqZIU/s72-c/IMG_4163%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-3667289108479153910</id><published>2010-01-02T22:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:31:12.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our "Fun" Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we spent the day cleaning and organizing the house and raking the leaves. The girls helped out readily with the promise of "today is our work day and tomorrow will be our &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; day."&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422361242360544274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0AY0i6-_BI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/-IVjmvWtzwQ/s400/museum.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Anyone who's traveled along I-30 will recognize this blurry picture as the Ripley's Believe it or Not and Louis Tussaud's Wax Museum. For as long as I can remember Cara has &lt;em&gt;begged&lt;/em&gt; to visit. She's into stuff like that. We figured today would be a great day for this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was full of the weird and creepy alike. They even had an exhibit of the life of Christ. That was unexpected... On a side note, it was interesting that they went from birth to teaching at the Temple to the Sermon on the Mount to the Last Supper to the Crucifixion and the Resurrection. Entirely skipped was the Garden of Gethsemane and the Atonement... if you're gonna do it, do it right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422365059795898130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0AcSv-fzxI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/0X2EDRXsyeM/s400/IMG_4150.JPG" /&gt; Next it was off to fly kites at the park. We spent a lot of time getting a new Star Wars Millennium Falcon 3-D kite put together only to find at the park it did not want to take off into the sky. Rude! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422361240816753218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0AY0dK6mkI/AAAAAAAAB3I/Vhj5x4gk_HI/s400/both+kites.JPG" /&gt;These cheap-o CVS brand kites I had in the closet for an "I'm bored" day flew like nobody's business though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0AYz5wWPtI/AAAAAAAAB3A/qvSZnN0gPeY/s1600-h/c+kite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422361231310077650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0AYz5wWPtI/AAAAAAAAB3A/qvSZnN0gPeY/s400/c+kite.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0AYzbZtBzI/AAAAAAAAB24/cTShfjRPPhA/s1600-h/j+kite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422361223162038066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0AYzbZtBzI/AAAAAAAAB24/cTShfjRPPhA/s400/j+kite.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Glad we could all enjoy a fun day together at home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-3667289108479153910?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3667289108479153910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=3667289108479153910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3667289108479153910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3667289108479153910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-fun-day.html' title='Our &quot;Fun&quot; Day'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/S0AY0i6-_BI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/-IVjmvWtzwQ/s72-c/museum.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4652477990197229007</id><published>2010-01-01T23:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:11:43.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Boyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sz7WWGgFnlI/AAAAAAAAB2w/7nbNLAQu_xU/s1600-h/grandpa+%26+j2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422006676591320658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sz7WWGgFnlI/AAAAAAAAB2w/7nbNLAQu_xU/s400/grandpa+%26+j2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I promise to update this blog more regularly but I just had to post this video of Bryan's dad with Cara in the van on the way to the Golden Gate Bridge. He thought she was letting him listen to a song but she was video taping him... So sweet! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mac is an awesome grandfather and a great father-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8e89d90a69f814bc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e89d90a69f814bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329900324%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7ECA5B48BE8231EBBC4580AA14A749A98BF278EC.7FD36C2E1949AD115E48AA1C65FB387BE4E152FC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e89d90a69f814bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLzCOrg806GiMl35y3Aj3W3ci2Dc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e89d90a69f814bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329900324%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7ECA5B48BE8231EBBC4580AA14A749A98BF278EC.7FD36C2E1949AD115E48AA1C65FB387BE4E152FC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e89d90a69f814bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLzCOrg806GiMl35y3Aj3W3ci2Dc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4652477990197229007?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4652477990197229007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4652477990197229007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4652477990197229007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4652477990197229007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/01/grandpa-boyer.html' title='Grandpa Boyer'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sz7WWGgFnlI/AAAAAAAAB2w/7nbNLAQu_xU/s72-c/grandpa+%26+j2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-1522557999193556440</id><published>2010-01-01T23:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:07:10.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't. Stop. Smiling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sz7Tbb4TMkI/AAAAAAAAB2o/vZ7sGCiQfwo/s1600-h/Cara+ipod.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422003469694480962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sz7Tbb4TMkI/AAAAAAAAB2o/vZ7sGCiQfwo/s400/Cara+ipod.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Cara's Christmas gift this year. A sweet, pink 8gb iPod that can hold her tunes, allow her to watch movies, has FM radio service, and make video recordings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves it! ♥&lt;br /&gt;We may never get her back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-1522557999193556440?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1522557999193556440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=1522557999193556440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1522557999193556440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1522557999193556440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2010/01/cant-stop-smiling.html' title='Can&apos;t. Stop. Smiling.'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sz7Tbb4TMkI/AAAAAAAAB2o/vZ7sGCiQfwo/s72-c/Cara+ipod.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4119363704630999227</id><published>2009-09-07T16:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:39:04.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of Pudge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SqWGkzBY9sI/AAAAAAAAB2c/goFUPaK7YZE/s1600-h/Pudge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378853296693376706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SqWGkzBY9sI/AAAAAAAAB2c/goFUPaK7YZE/s400/Pudge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here he is! Ivan "Pudge" Rodriguez! Back with the Texas Rangers! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August 19, 2009 Pudge was traded back to the Rangers from the Houston Astros. Pudge has always been our favorite Ranger and when he left as a free agent in 2002 a little sparkle left my eyes... really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Bryan got 6 tickets to the Ranger game on the 20th from his office and we decided to invite the Koenig girls to come with us so our girls wouldn't be quite so bored. Two days later Pudge was traded back to the Rangers and suddenly we were scheduled to be at THE game of the year! It was exciting! The crowd was electrified! The hot dogs were $1! Could life get any better?  When Pudge ran onto the field and was introduced the crowd went crazy. It was a deafening roar.  Well, even though the Rangers ended up losing, the game was a blast and the Return of Pudge was everything a Ranger fan could've asked for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-d4.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3170534137697966548&amp;amp;site=widget-d4.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137697966548&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-d4.slide.com/p1/3170534137697966548/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137697966548&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-d4.slide.com/p2/3170534137697966548/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137697966548&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-d4.slide.com/p4/3170534137697966548/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how the girls spent the game.... See? Not bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378853265341594914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SqWGi-OivSI/AAAAAAAAB18/zifX0yI2Hco/s400/IMG_3459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378853281306966178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SqWGj5s--KI/AAAAAAAAB2M/lUERi48ip5E/s400/IMG_3461.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378853272542143282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SqWGjZDSYzI/AAAAAAAAB2E/M6fW0h-2LUM/s400/IMG_3460.JPG" /&gt;Gotta love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4119363704630999227?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4119363704630999227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4119363704630999227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4119363704630999227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4119363704630999227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/09/return-of-pudge.html' title='The Return of Pudge'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SqWGkzBY9sI/AAAAAAAAB2c/goFUPaK7YZE/s72-c/Pudge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-8146089140608941177</id><published>2009-08-30T21:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:02:26.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-K Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948704192123698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sps03QwX0zI/AAAAAAAAB1E/6EhrVlsN1PE/s400/hands.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I just posted that Jordyn started Kindergarten last week but this is another "catch-up" post that I just couldn't skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She attended Hurst Hills Core Knowledge Pre-K program and learned all kinds of new things! She learned many, many new songs and poems. Her social skills improved dramatically. She can count to 100 and recognize all the letters and sounds. I could go on and on... This Pre-K program was different in that it was tuition-based ($600/month - ouch!) but it came right out of my check so I didn't really miss it AND when summer came and they stopped deducting the money it was like a huge raise. :) Besides I would have spent pretty close to the same for daycare anyway, right? It was also a full-day Pre-K with after-school care until I could pick her up at the end of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Pre-K graduation was super cute! They walked in to "Pomp and Circumstance" wearing these card stock caps. This picture fully captures Jordyn's bubbly personality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sps1dt5N8II/AAAAAAAAB10/pImzs7YfNQU/s1600-h/wave.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375949364848881794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sps1dt5N8II/AAAAAAAAB10/pImzs7YfNQU/s400/wave.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The children sang three songs that all had motions and hand gestures. I REALLY wish I could figure out how to post video because it was seriously precious. They sang "Each of us is a Flower", "The Three Little Pigs", and, one that I sang way back in my elementary days, "The World is a Rainbow". Here she is in her flower hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948696803108882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sps021OsaBI/AAAAAAAAB08/8ACBimamZFI/s400/flower.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Being a good mom, I sent Jordyn to school wearing shorts under her dress. The kids were up on the stage for their performance so you could see Jordyn's shorts every time she raised her arms and even sometimes when her hands were down. Oops! We were probably the only ones who noticed though... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sps1c2652EI/AAAAAAAAB1k/WpMte5QOiBY/s1600-h/shorts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375949350092003394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sps1c2652EI/AAAAAAAAB1k/WpMte5QOiBY/s400/shorts.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her teacher, Mrs. Mathis. She just adored Jordy. The principal at Hurst Hills, Mrs. Gallian, passed away last year from cancer. On the day of her passing, Mrs. Mathis told me that she was very upset about it and during nap time Jordyn crawled up on her lap in the rocking chair and she just rocked and rocked her crying silently. Jordyn can sense when people need a love and she was able to comfort her teacher.  I love that about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sps04czqzZI/AAAAAAAAB1U/3p0idJlzkf4/s1600-h/mathis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948724607045010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sps04czqzZI/AAAAAAAAB1U/3p0idJlzkf4/s400/mathis.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mrs. King, the Pre-K assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sps039MLYlI/AAAAAAAAB1M/X6r9gtkC-PE/s1600-h/king.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948716119908946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sps039MLYlI/AAAAAAAAB1M/X6r9gtkC-PE/s400/king.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proud parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948737379633522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sps05MY5CXI/AAAAAAAAB1c/y4m-lL1Ok64/s400/momanddad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I checked Cara out from school to come watch the program too. One of the great perks to having your mom as your teacher! Congratulations Jordyn on a job well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375949352632028514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sps1dAYfjWI/AAAAAAAAB1s/O6jLrbYBnJI/s400/sisters.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-8146089140608941177?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8146089140608941177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=8146089140608941177' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8146089140608941177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8146089140608941177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/08/pre-k-graduation.html' title='Pre-K Graduation'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sps03QwX0zI/AAAAAAAAB1E/6EhrVlsN1PE/s72-c/hands.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-828828708612649305</id><published>2009-08-27T19:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:33:06.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping with the Dinosaurs</title><content type='html'>Check out this cool tent.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374815379790459362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SpcuHGW3ceI/AAAAAAAAB0c/701Yu-lw6eQ/s400/our+tent.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It was a Christmas gift from my mom a few years back and has been woefully under-used. So any time we can pull it out of the garage and go camping - we do! We spent a weekend at Dinosaur Valley State Park in Glenrose,TX with our friends the Petersons and Koenigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six adults+seven kids+one dog and one armadillo = lots of fun!  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374813063268932930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SpcsAQpGHUI/AAAAAAAABzs/oPVi4hhGQSI/s400/fire.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cooking a hot dog for dinner. The kids spent a lot of time at the fire "cooking". There's something about fire that, as a kid, is just awesome. Okay, as an adult it's still awesome... I think the most interesting thing the kids tried to roast was watermelon.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374813075119911442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SpcsA8ylshI/AAAAAAAABz0/GESp23zAxOE/s400/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Court, Erin &amp;amp; I chillaxing. It almost looks like I'm asking for a refill on my plate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SpcsCSV_HOI/AAAAAAAAB0M/7AtjQ-AmDIw/s1600-h/jordy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374813098085391586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SpcsCSV_HOI/AAAAAAAAB0M/7AtjQ-AmDIw/s400/jordy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So excited to be camping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374815395837277762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SpcuICIudkI/AAAAAAAAB0s/ZTjXqJ5MLJ8/s400/the+visitor+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;In the middle of the night Bryan ventured off to the bathroom and crossed paths with this friend. He rustled around the tent to get the camera out and snapped a quick and blurry picture of Mr. Armadillo's back end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning we ventured out to find some dinosaur tracks. Mission accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374810881486474802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SpcqBQ3nzjI/AAAAAAAABzc/9R2nm2QXbVY/s400/dino+track.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then it was time for the river. The kids and some of the adults followed the river downstream. The water was not too chilly but the bottom and the rocks were slippery. It wasn't long before the girls went from this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SpcsB7aSyNI/AAAAAAAAB0E/__OwkKG8vag/s1600-h/helping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374813091929442514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SpcsB7aSyNI/AAAAAAAAB0E/__OwkKG8vag/s400/helping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SpcsBe6NqiI/AAAAAAAABz8/NTdiNh94K-Y/s1600-h/gonna+fall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374813084278696482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SpcsBe6NqiI/AAAAAAAABz8/NTdiNh94K-Y/s400/gonna+fall.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even Erin slipped and fell in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SpcqCLslgaI/AAAAAAAABzk/NmAf5wdg1jo/s1600-h/erin+fell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374810897277878690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SpcqCLslgaI/AAAAAAAABzk/NmAf5wdg1jo/s400/erin+fell.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The waterbugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374815404719609842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SpcuIjOcF_I/AAAAAAAAB00/XzWH9rViJHw/s400/waterbugs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dinosaur Valley State Park has a few ginormous dinosaur statues that originated at a World's Fair somewhere and then were shipped here. The kids were entranced.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374810871176794210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SpcqAqdmkGI/AAAAAAAABzU/W4BtxDzkIZo/s400/dino2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374810861660683778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SpcqAHAyPgI/AAAAAAAABzM/NY1MRh1HY8Q/s400/dino1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We were going to go check out a big dinosaur museum but the majority of the exhibits were outside and just as we pulled into the parking lot we were caught in a downpour and decided against that idea. It was a great time with great friends and lots of laughter and memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Spcp_h4Y7xI/AAAAAAAABzE/DbgFny5nM4Q/s1600-h/all+of+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374810851693358866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Spcp_h4Y7xI/AAAAAAAABzE/DbgFny5nM4Q/s400/all+of+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-828828708612649305?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/828828708612649305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=828828708612649305' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/828828708612649305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/828828708612649305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping-with-dinosaurs.html' title='Camping with the Dinosaurs'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SpcuHGW3ceI/AAAAAAAAB0c/701Yu-lw6eQ/s72-c/our+tent.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-747261129702592285</id><published>2009-08-24T21:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:26:35.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So happy together!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first day of school. I've been back for a week now doing "teacher things" but it was the first day with students and, hence, the girls first day. This will be the only year all three of us are together. It's really actually very exciting that I don't have to drop anyone off or pick anyone up this year! Cara is in 6th grade, Jordyn is in Kindergarten and I am firmly planted in fifth grade. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the annual first day of school photos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373720625831969474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SpNKcCDngsI/AAAAAAAAACU/YYvjK4Zr-Hg/s400/C6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373720636036348130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SpNKcoEh-OI/AAAAAAAAACc/rhV68s_NccI/s400/J+K.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373720648260633714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SpNKdVnBxHI/AAAAAAAAACk/S8ynv8HFdwY/s400/Both.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373720663874893138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SpNKePxwdVI/AAAAAAAAACs/lYjXKl7yfuM/s400/J+Classroom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Little Jordyn in front of her kindergarten classroom. Doesn't she look so tiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-747261129702592285?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/747261129702592285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=747261129702592285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/747261129702592285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/747261129702592285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-happy-together.html' title='So happy together!'/><author><name>b - boyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481322277026603199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SpNKcCDngsI/AAAAAAAAACU/YYvjK4Zr-Hg/s72-c/C6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-3180876405274658243</id><published>2009-08-24T20:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:40:22.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, I haven't blogged for a LONG time. Mostly because I'm so overwhelmed with things to blog about and it was easier to just avoid it altogether... I feel kind of bad because my visitors number is still going up and I imagine the disappointment when there is nothing new here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get ready because I'm gonna get it all on here and anyone out there can read at their leisure. With that said, here is a list of future blog posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Camping trip&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Jordyn's Pre-K Graduation&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainforest Cafe celebration&lt;br /&gt;Piano Recital&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom Renovation&lt;br /&gt;Bear Lake&lt;br /&gt;Helper Cousin Visit&lt;br /&gt;Cara's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;the Return of Pudge&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-3180876405274658243?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3180876405274658243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=3180876405274658243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3180876405274658243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3180876405274658243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-much.html' title='Too much...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-3223782223443362149</id><published>2009-06-30T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:03:39.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas Brothers + Oldest Daughter = Heaven</title><content type='html'>My first guest blogger is a lovely, talented soon-to-be eleven-year-old girl. Her name is Cara. You may have seen her featured on this blog before… &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Any comments from her mom will be in blue.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no ordinary post. This one is about what happened on June 20, 2009 from 7 to 10 pm. My birthday present. This is about my night with the Jonas Brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started during the school year, when my friend, Pheobe, the crazed Jonas fan, mentioned their first show of their world tour and how she had gotten tickets to it. I began to feel very jealous of Pheobe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now skip ahead to June 19, day before the concert at the new Cowboy Stadium. I asked mom about going to the Jonas Brothers concert in San Antonio on August 13, my birthday. My mom said they were all sold out. But then she said she would check on EBay. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I really did &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; want to drive to San Antonio...)&lt;/span&gt; Sure enough, there they were - Jonas Brothers tickets. Except that these were tickets to the concert tomorrow night!!! And they only cost $60.00 for 2!! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(This was a STEAL! They were tickets on the floor! When we got them the face value of the ticket was $85 for one...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353174097349235826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SkpLeq1S1HI/AAAAAAAABy0/OlgEhtDljbU/s400/tickets.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Next night. We are on the road and it is packed so my dad dropped my mom and I off on the side of the road by the new Cowboys stadium, we took a couple of pictures in front of it, and walked in. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353174092974974562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SkpLeaiY5mI/AAAAAAAABys/k5htOIS91mE/s400/stadium.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Inside we looked over the edge and were amazed at what we saw. Did I mention that we got floor seats?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353174081479200850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SkpLdvtlUFI/AAAAAAAAByc/L1yKworKP_Q/s400/seats.JPG" border="0" /&gt; When we got to our seats, Honor Society started playing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353178743480967298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SkpPtHBa4II/AAAAAAAABy8/UHxIaWvfKdE/s400/honor-society-official.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then about 30 to 60 minutes later, Jordin Sparks sang about 4 songs. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(No Air, Tattoo, One Step at a Time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353170717247269570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SkpIZ6-L6sI/AAAAAAAAByE/J5HaSED0lpM/s400/Jordin.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Then, we waited 1 &amp;amp; ½ to 2 hours for the Jonas Brothers to perform. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I don't think it was really that long but it felt like it...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When they came on stage everyone was screaming. We stayed in our seats for about 20 minutes and then moved closer so we could see better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353170704588641746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SkpIZL0IldI/AAAAAAAABx0/bKiCU7u0CuM/s400/all+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was a cool rotating stage they played on. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353170721336773154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SkpIaKNMyiI/AAAAAAAAByM/P31dwtPZVSE/s400/nick.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353170707162260978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SkpIZVZu5fI/AAAAAAAABx8/6RGfQEA_9dc/s400/joe.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The two above pictures were taken of the jumbo-tron screen. The one below was with my camera of the stage. We were close! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I didn't bring my camera but now wish I had to get better pics for Cara...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353170699447804290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SkpIY4qdoYI/AAAAAAAABxs/uVFL_9yrzSQ/s400/camera.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The back of someone's t-shirt...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353174081720810754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SkpLdwnL_QI/AAAAAAAAByk/BZmUgQbgu-Q/s400/shirt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They sang, in order, Paranoid, Poison Ivy, Live to Party, Play My Music, That’s Just the Way We Roll, Fly With Me, A Little Bit Longer, Much Better, Year 3000, Tonight, Gotta Find You, Turn Right, When You Look Me In The Eyes, Sweet Caroline, Hold On, BB Good, World War Three, Battlefield(Sang with Jordin Sparks) &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(AWESOME!),&lt;/span&gt; SOS, Lovebug &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(my favorite with cool waterfall action...),&lt;/span&gt; Before the Storm (Sang with big surpise guest Miley Cyrus), and Burning Up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353174071034787170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SkpLdIzcNWI/AAAAAAAAByU/TsKtB0Ei6Ao/s400/nick.miley.JPG" border="0" /&gt; In the middle, they showed a video of Joe Jonas dancing to Beyonce’s song Single Ladies in a leotard! The video is at the end of the post. At the end, my dad came and picked us up around 10:50 pm. We got home at 12:00 pm. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(It took us FOREVER to get out of the parking lot and drive less than 4 miles to our house...)&lt;/span&gt; But I had had the best night of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Mom! You are the BEST!&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rP-KFnYg6Hw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rP-KFnYg6Hw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-3223782223443362149?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3223782223443362149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=3223782223443362149' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3223782223443362149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3223782223443362149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/jonas-brothers-oldest-daughter-heaven.html' title='Jonas Brothers + Oldest Daughter = Heaven'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SkpLeq1S1HI/AAAAAAAABy0/OlgEhtDljbU/s72-c/tickets.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-3511345513249470977</id><published>2009-06-29T12:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:51:51.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit &amp; Veggie Co-op</title><content type='html'>My ward started a fruit and vegetable co-op several months ago. The cost is $20 and they make a run every other week up to the Dallas Farmer's Market. You never know what you're gonna get but it's always a fun surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what does $20 get you this week??? When it's all boxed up like this it feels like Christmas morning opening presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwxMJh1CYI/AAAAAAAABoo/gtKO-jOs33Y/s1600-h/veg1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349204542195304834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwxMJh1CYI/AAAAAAAABoo/gtKO-jOs33Y/s400/veg1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here it is all pulled out and sorted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349204547904972802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwxMezHqAI/AAAAAAAABow/OsPJ5RRbDGY/s400/veg2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; ...tons of apples, sweet potatoes, cauliflower, cherries, red peppers, corn, cantaloupe, lettuce and a pineapple. If anyone local out there wants in on the co-op, it's open to anyone. The more, the merrier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty excited about the pineapple because of this handy unitasker I got at the most recent Pampered Chef party I went to. It's called a pineapple wedger.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352798713636755954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Skj2Edh8mfI/AAAAAAAABxc/FDnjkIe7ztE/s400/pineapple+wedger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's just like an apple wedger but larger and makes fresh pineapple SO, SO, SO easy! It cores and slices the pineapple for you! I pink, puffy heart it so much! It says it is also useful cutting cucumbers and pears but I haven't tried that yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the red peppers I'm gonna make this tasty dish I found on &lt;a href="http://www.yourhomebasedmom.com/friday-favorite-macaroni-grill-penne-rustica/"&gt;this blog &lt;/a&gt;awhile ago. It is delicious and makes a TON. Seriously. If you're taking dinner to someone this recipe will make a 9x13 for them, a 9x13 for you and some to take to that single sister you visit teach as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352804922930485314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Skj7t4872EI/AAAAAAAABxk/sKocfMEziuY/s400/penne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 oz. grilled chicken breast (marinate in olive oil and garlic salt overnight, then grill on barbecue for best flavor)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;½ pack thick bacon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;48 oz. (3 boxes) penne pasta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 large red bell peppers- diced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup grated Parmesan cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;½ tsp paprika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratinata Sauce:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tsp butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tsp chopped garlic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup Marsala wine OR 1/3 cup apple juice + 2 tbsp red wine vinegar +enough chicken broth to equal 1 cup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp Dijon or dry mustard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp chopped rosemary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¼ tsp cayenne pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 cups heavy cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saute garlic in butter in large pan. Add Marsala wine, mustard, salt, rosemary, cayenne pepper, and heavy cream. Let it reduce down or the sauce will be too runny. (Learned the hard way...)Cook pasta according to directions. Cook bacon. Slice chicken into medium-bite size pieces.Combine sauce, cooked pasta, diced chicken, cooked bacon, bell peppers, Parmesan cheese, and paprika and mix thoroughly. Spread in pans. Top with chopped rosemary and mozzarella cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Bake @ 475 for 10 minutes. If frozen, thaw in refrigerator the day of. Cover with foil and bake @ 375 for 1 hour. Remove foil during the last 15 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number Of Servings: &lt;strong&gt;Yields one 8×8 and two 9×13 casserole dishes&lt;/strong&gt;.Preparation Time: More than an hour &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-3511345513249470977?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3511345513249470977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=3511345513249470977' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3511345513249470977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3511345513249470977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/fruit-veggie-co-op.html' title='Fruit &amp; Veggie Co-op'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwxMJh1CYI/AAAAAAAABoo/gtKO-jOs33Y/s72-c/veg1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-413861923695754245</id><published>2009-06-21T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:25:02.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Surprise</title><content type='html'>Funny Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out for an ice cream on Wednesday night and got a phone call from Bryan's dad who is on a mission in Oakland, CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you guys? I called your house...". Bryan answered that we were just driving around and the next reply was, "Good, then you can go pick up a stranded sister missionary from the airport!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Galli was on her way home to Argentina when her flight was delayed getting into Dallas (sound familiar?) and she missed her connecting flight to Buenos Aires. The airline offered her a hotel room since they only have one flight a day to Argentina and the soonest she'd leave was the next evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she was distraught at the idea of an entire day by herself in a hotel and tried to reach her mission president (in a mtg.), his wife (no answer), and finally the temple visitor's center where she got Sister Boyer on the phone. ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwwtrFYZPI/AAAAAAAABog/yat8ShW5KGk/s1600-h/galli.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349204018626847986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwwtrFYZPI/AAAAAAAABog/yat8ShW5KGk/s400/galli.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So what do you do with a sister missionary for a whole day? The girls were initially a tad distressed over the whole no TV, radio, Wii thing but got over it pretty quickly...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a rundown of the day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make homemade waffles and fresh fruit for breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look at Sister Galli's missionary farewell book with Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa's picture and letter in it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash Sister Galli's clothes (since she'll have to wear them all day today and tomorrow too...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ballet lessons from Sister Galli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take Sister Galli to the park and have swinging contests&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spanish lessons from Sister Galli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to lunch at On the Border (because they don't have Mexican food in Argentina. Who knew?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play Pictureka and Disney Trivial Pursuit with Sister Galli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sing every song learned in Pre-K for Sister Galli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and finally, take her back to the airport for her flight back to her family!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a fun day and a great experience for the girls and I!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwwtTidLVI/AAAAAAAABoY/wkHoE4VlHB4/s1600-h/gracias.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349204012306345298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwwtTidLVI/AAAAAAAABoY/wkHoE4VlHB4/s400/gracias.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-413861923695754245?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/413861923695754245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=413861923695754245' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/413861923695754245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/413861923695754245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/special-surprise.html' title='A Special Surprise'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwwtrFYZPI/AAAAAAAABog/yat8ShW5KGk/s72-c/galli.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-2194319187409285888</id><published>2009-06-19T14:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:37:34.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Saturday we went to the harbor to take a tour of the &lt;a href="http://www.midway.org/"&gt;USS Midway&lt;/a&gt;. It is a Naval air craft carrier that is docked at the Broadway pier in downtown less than a mile from our hotel. The Midway was launched in the 40's and continued to serve the Navy all the way up to and including Desert Storm. It was decommissioned in 1992 and then was turned into a museum that opened to the public in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to get a full-length picture of the USS Midway. It's that big. Visitors can tour the ships bridge, flight deck, hangar deck, mess deck, primary flight control, Tactical Flag Command Center, enlisted and junior officer quarters, the captain's and admiral's quarters, sickbay and an engine room. Additionally, over 25 restored WW2 and postwar naval aircraft are on display in the hangar and on the flight deck including the Top Gun Plane and the type of Huey my dad used to fly. We took the self-guided audio tour that's provided and stopped at 60 different points of interest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was actually very intriguing and educational and I learned that while my father was stationed in Korea in 1976? he flew touch-and-go's off the USS Midway. Very cool tidbit! If you're really interested there is a website with tons of photos &lt;a href="http://www.midwaysailor.com/midway/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349205821230997922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwyWmTs4aI/AAAAAAAABo4/WoKXXyjEO7Y/s400/midway.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwwAOJ4XfI/AAAAAAAABoI/YzrerbfR-H4/s1600-h/midway+sign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349203237766979058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwwAOJ4XfI/AAAAAAAABoI/YzrerbfR-H4/s400/midway+sign.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the view from the flight deck of the Midway in the foreground is the statue called "Unconditional Surrender" (lol) of the famous photograph of a kiss in Times Square on V-J Day in 1945 when WWII ended. You can see how large it is with the tiny people surrounding it. In the background is the Coronado Bridge that we took to our next stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349203243447257890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwwAjUKiyI/AAAAAAAABoQ/us_39fPuyVo/s400/midway+view.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349202354565873746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwvMz-VAFI/AAAAAAAABng/GMTjuX1EFp8/s400/close+up+statue.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We went on to Coronado Island for lunch and a trip to the beach. We ate at a Mexican place called Azul Coronado where Bryan enjoyed the swordfish tacos. He says they were delicious... Any time I see a sign that says Gelato, you can bet I'm gonna stop... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349202370590461266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwvNvq4zVI/AAAAAAAABnw/_Ag2FWsAsbY/s400/gelato.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Another friend I teach with suggested we check out the &lt;a href="http://www.hoteldel.com/"&gt;Hotel del Coronado&lt;/a&gt;. It is a beautiful beach resort on this island off the San Diego Bay. It's got these red turrets that are gorgeous. We walked all the way around this hotel to get the big picture. Shops, weddings, surfing, multi-pedal bicycles... you name it. Pretty darn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwvOOmrwoI/AAAAAAAABn4/_WQH4dslh74/s1600-h/hotel1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349202378894328450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwvOOmrwoI/AAAAAAAABn4/_WQH4dslh74/s400/hotel1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349203231998682002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjwv_4qnI5I/AAAAAAAABoA/jaQKdK-iJ5o/s400/hotel2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We drove down the coast past the Naval Amphibious Base to get to a little less crowded area and stopped at the Silver Strand Beach. It was awesome to walk into the Pacific Ocean, see the seaweed wash up onto the shore and feel the powerful undertow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349202347103623906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwvMYLMGuI/AAAAAAAABnY/9nWJxLigPFE/s400/beach1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349247963463234786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjxYrmW1NOI/AAAAAAAABpI/088LmDjE7kg/s400/feet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the walking at the zoo and miles traveling through the USS Midway and the walking all over Coronado Island, I was beat. Dead dog tired. So my honey took me to see this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349247396453043266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjxYKmFETEI/AAAAAAAABpA/0nWipXmN_CY/s400/star+trek.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, so, so good! It was an awesome way to end an awesome trip! Our flight home was much less traumatic, the girls were happy to see us and sleeping in my own bed again never felt so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-2194319187409285888?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2194319187409285888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=2194319187409285888' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2194319187409285888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2194319187409285888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/san-diego-part-2.html' title='San Diego Part 2'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SjwyWmTs4aI/AAAAAAAABo4/WoKXXyjEO7Y/s72-c/midway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-3376191199476110567</id><published>2009-06-17T14:09:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:52:10.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego Part 1</title><content type='html'>So, after such a stinky start to our vacation, Bryan and I got some much needed rest and began Day Two of our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a hot tip from our niece, &lt;a href="http://bramwellboogie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;, to have breakfast at &lt;a href="http://www.richardwalkers.com/richard_walkers_pancake_house_sandiego_breakfast.html"&gt;Richard Walker's Pancake House &lt;/a&gt;on Front Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348426860936520802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjlt5JFHZGI/AAAAAAAABlg/xTibOcjbw14/s400/RWPH.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is what Bryan got - Applepancake. It's more like an apple pie you eat for breakfast. I'm not kidding when I tell you that I spent most of last night researching how to make this at home because it was GOOD! Seriously. It kind of deflates when you dig in but the effect of the puff pancake was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348430222193612306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjlw8yvQVhI/AAAAAAAABlw/EveC9zhjMrY/s400/menu_breakfast_applepancake.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we headed to the &lt;a href="http://www.sandiegozoo.org/"&gt;San Diego Zoo&lt;/a&gt;. It is huge. Just huge. We got there and took a 40-minute zoo bus tour to get a feel for the place. 40 minutes. That's big. They have a sky tram that takes you from one side of the zoo to the other and we ended up riding it three times. Here are a few of my favorite pictures of some of the zoo life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl1B3shqfI/AAAAAAAABmQ/ybWqbtA6q4I/s1600-h/koala.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348434707470199282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl1B3shqfI/AAAAAAAABmQ/ybWqbtA6q4I/s320/koala.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl1A0Y6bHI/AAAAAAAABl4/s8mrTgZpkn4/s1600-h/bears.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348434689402760306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl1A0Y6bHI/AAAAAAAABl4/s8mrTgZpkn4/s320/bears.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl1CNLsVFI/AAAAAAAABmY/oxA4Q1b0Uws/s1600-h/otter.JPG"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348434713238066258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl1CNLsVFI/AAAAAAAABmY/oxA4Q1b0Uws/s320/otter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl1BLgmL8I/AAAAAAAABmA/UVBNtotNzao/s1600-h/elephant.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348434695609003970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl1BLgmL8I/AAAAAAAABmA/UVBNtotNzao/s320/elephant.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl1BgZQIrI/AAAAAAAABmI/6rAGajVn1R0/s1600-h/gorilla.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348434701215343282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl1BgZQIrI/AAAAAAAABmI/6rAGajVn1R0/s320/gorilla.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl2X52TXnI/AAAAAAAABmo/6pKAzd_E7Rg/s1600-h/sealion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348436185516826226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl2X52TXnI/AAAAAAAABmo/6pKAzd_E7Rg/s320/sealion.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl2YXwBq-I/AAAAAAAABmw/e-AxvwpvP3Q/s1600-h/zebra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348436193543564258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl2YXwBq-I/AAAAAAAABmw/e-AxvwpvP3Q/s320/zebra.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl2XpZREUI/AAAAAAAABmg/W5b9EYe1zDQ/s1600-h/panda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348436181100073282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl2XpZREUI/AAAAAAAABmg/W5b9EYe1zDQ/s320/panda.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent about six hours at the zoo and probably walked ten miles and finished it off with the sea lion show. Here's a clip of the little girl who was lucky enough to get a kiss from the sea lion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-60d72d760ebf9795" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60d72d760ebf9795%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329900324%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7135995598D8A10D63A748011E8F9F723981BACC.3FC1348EBC85A7488C5E3BC0C540B4DB5C9CC981%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60d72d760ebf9795%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Db5MWmLLqQMVGTY2q10W8DACaOjY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60d72d760ebf9795%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329900324%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7135995598D8A10D63A748011E8F9F723981BACC.3FC1348EBC85A7488C5E3BC0C540B4DB5C9CC981%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60d72d760ebf9795%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Db5MWmLLqQMVGTY2q10W8DACaOjY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the zoo, we changed at the hotel and went to the &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/temples/main/0,11204,1912-1-81-0,00.html"&gt;San Diego Temple &lt;/a&gt;. It was gorgeous on the inside and outside. Very, very cool. There's an atrium at the top and a grand staircase that is unbelievable! By the way, my skirt was STILL wet from our airline fiasco the day before... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348440548765482786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl6V4N2PyI/AAAAAAAABm4/pZxDWmA5z7c/s400/temple1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348440551888117954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjl6WD2V4MI/AAAAAAAABnA/pY1z1LXCpUQ/s400/temple2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the temple session we found a German restarant (again - thank you GPS!) called &lt;a href="http://kaiserhofrestaurant.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaiserhof&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I had the Schnitzel with spaetzle, cucumber salad, bread and green beans and Bryan got the Rouladen and red cabbage. I was in heaven!! Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-3376191199476110567?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=60d72d760ebf9795&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3376191199476110567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=3376191199476110567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3376191199476110567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3376191199476110567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/san-diego-part-1.html' title='San Diego Part 1'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/Sjlt5JFHZGI/AAAAAAAABlg/xTibOcjbw14/s72-c/RWPH.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-8237675539320138865</id><published>2009-06-12T00:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:28:33.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Day's an Adventure</title><content type='html'>If you know my dad at all you know all about this 'thing' he does. He does it every time - without fail... You say, "Hi! How are you today?" and he says, "Every day's an adventure!" Really. Every time. It's actually quite endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Bryan &amp;amp; I had an adventure of the boring and frustrating kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in February we were planning to fly to Utah to attend Bryan's parent's mission farewell. We went to a Boy Scout spaghetti dinner/silent auction and bid on 2 Southwest roundtrip tickets to the destination of your choice. Obviously we won the tickets. Then we discovered that the Boyer's wanted the girls to come too. (Of course they did - who wouldn't want to see those two cuties???) So we ended up driving the whirlwind trek to Utah in March and ended up with 2 unused tickets to anywhere we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan and I haven't been on a vacation alone together since before Cara was one. I know. It's sad. So after much thought and debate, we decided on San Diego. We made arrangements for the girls to split our time away with Suzy &amp;amp; Courtney (thanks you two!), packed our bags and planned a VACATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight was scheduled to depart at 8:30 am and we had to be to Dallas by 7 which means leaving the house by 6:15 which means waking up at 5:30... So we had the girls spend the night with Suzy even though we were still in town the night before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we were treated to a ginormous thunderstorm complete with tornado warnings and massive lightning. When we left for the airport the roads were clear and the rain had stopped - apparently only momentarily.  We got to the airport and found our flight was delayed and then eventually cancelled because the storm picked up again quickly and the plane from Austin that we were getting on couldn't land. They had to go back to Austin!  What? It was, it seemed, the storm of the century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a LONG story short we had to trade out our tickets twice and finally got on a plane at 2:20 to Albuqureque, NM where we found ourselves delayed again!!!  We left there at 7 pm and suffered through young babies whose poor ears wouldn't pop and two drunk guys on the plane who had foul mouths and dirty minds. Fifteen hours later we arrived in San Diego. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up our rental car and a Garmin (GPS is a beautiful thing!) and checked into the gorgeous Westgate hotel. The lobby smells like roses and is a re-creation of one of the anterooms in the palace of Versailles. It's right downtown San Diego in the Gaslamp Quarter and boasts such former guests as Sean Connery, Katherine Hepburn, Robin Williams and Richard Simmons (ha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the room and opened our suitcases we discovered that they were soaked through! Apparently our luggage sat outside in the rain the whole morning in Dallas Love Field. Really? They couldn't bring it in? Or cover it? I mean SOAKED. Our room looks like a laundry mat exploded when we finally had everything laid out to dry... and we lost a whole day of plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we made it. We're here and we're together. That's really all that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-8237675539320138865?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8237675539320138865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=8237675539320138865' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8237675539320138865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8237675539320138865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/every-days-adventure.html' title='Every Day&apos;s an Adventure'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-5348508949862442160</id><published>2009-05-20T20:22:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:20:55.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today. . . . .</title><content type='html'>Today. . . . . I am copying &lt;a href="http://teambenham.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lynne's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. . . . . I actually showered &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Bryan. He's usually the first one up and smelling fresh and clean whilst I stumble around bleary-eyed trying to get the children ready for school before I take care of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. . . . . As I was dropping Jordyn off for her ride to Pre-K she did the whole puff-your-cheeks-out-and-swallow-a-gag-like-you're-gonna-puke thing. In someone else's car. I panicked, jerked her out quickly, took her to my school where I called Bryan to pick her up and stay home with her (I'm out of sick days...). The doctor says it's a virus. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. . . . . I wished Jordyn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; strep - for the sole reason that it can be treated with antibiotics and be a memory quicker than quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. . . . . I edited 45 biography/research papers. Ask me anything you want about Abraham Lincoln, Harriet Tubman, or Eleanor Roosevelt. **Note to self - next year no multiple biographies allowed - first come, first served...**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. . . . . I intercepted no less than 5 notes - one of which would make a sailor blush scarlet - and worried more than ever about the world and what's happening around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. . . . . I talked to Cara about the difference between the "New Testament" the Gideon's handed out at school and the one we use at home. Why do we need to dumb down God's word? We don't. I love that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. . . . . I finalized plans for Enrichment Night next Tuesday. Oh, you didn't know I was released as Primary President last month? Hmm... Could it be because I haven't blogged in over a month? Yes, Enrichment Leader now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. . . . . I played Mafia Wars on Facebook. It's slightly obsessive, I know. Blame my sister, Alison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. . . . . I am thankful for my friends whose blogs I still stalk every day. Even though I might not leave a comment - they are read, they make me smile and I feel connected to you all from my peeps close by to those hundreds of miles away. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, this horribly grainy picture taken at the end of "Today" is for &lt;a href="http://samanthaleelee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Samantha&lt;/a&gt;. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338095471242823826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/ShS5jHSMyJI/AAAAAAAABlY/mp8JGujsL-M/s400/hmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-5348508949862442160?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5348508949862442160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=5348508949862442160' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/5348508949862442160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/5348508949862442160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html' title='Today. . . . .'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/ShS5jHSMyJI/AAAAAAAABlY/mp8JGujsL-M/s72-c/hmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-5049247810082486831</id><published>2009-04-11T09:34:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:05:43.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Bluebonnet time in Texas!</title><content type='html'>If you're from the great Lonestar State you know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the annual search for the best spot to take your children's picture surrounded by the state flower, the bluebonnet! Seeing vanloads of people stopping on the side of the highway to snap photos is a common occurrence and this year was no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzy and I decided to try our luck yesterday since it was a school holiday and she's never taken bluebonnet pics (which very well could be illegal around here...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a great spot off Spur 408 and Grady Niblo which allowed us to park under the overpass and shoot pictures somewhat below the highway which ended up being much safer! :) It was a little too windy and was kinda chilly but most of the pictures turned out super cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SeCrHnNODEI/AAAAAAAABko/xIbV1sqx8_I/s1600-h/Cara+and+Jordyn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323442906823789634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SeCrHnNODEI/AAAAAAAABko/xIbV1sqx8_I/s400/Cara+and+Jordyn1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323446057553042562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SeCt_AlnHII/AAAAAAAABk4/f-pyFu710Yw/s400/Cara2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323447216404314786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SeCvCdpSOqI/AAAAAAAABlI/WVlJvrLgzUw/s400/Jordyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323446836050637954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SeCusUt5tII/AAAAAAAABlA/Y8ncSXiqmh0/s400/Cara3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323445463228020914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SeCtcaje-LI/AAAAAAAABkw/BF6hwgrfRt4/s400/All+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323447718162481026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SeCvfq1wP4I/AAAAAAAABlQ/RN9yF-r6kYk/s400/outtake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-5049247810082486831?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5049247810082486831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=5049247810082486831' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/5049247810082486831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/5049247810082486831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-bluebonnet-time-in-texas.html' title='It&apos;s Bluebonnet time in Texas!'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SeCrHnNODEI/AAAAAAAABko/xIbV1sqx8_I/s72-c/Cara+and+Jordyn1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-3616588230252644399</id><published>2009-04-02T21:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:34:57.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Fever</title><content type='html'>Our school district started to participate in the &lt;a href="http://www.dancingclassroomsnorthtexas.com/"&gt;Dancing Classrooms &lt;/a&gt;program last year. Every elementary school's fifth grade class gets to have 10 weeks of professional dance lessons during their PE time at school. You might have heard of Dancing Classrooms from recent movies like "Take the Lead" with Antonio Banderas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so fun to watch the students go from "I don't want to dance at school," and barely willing to touch a member of the opposite sex to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the kids wanting to be on the special dance team made up of twelve students who represent the school at competitions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara has really enjoyed learning all of these dances. The kids learn the Merengue, the Waltz, the Swing, the Tango, the Rhumba, the Fox Trot, a Heel-Toe Polka and the Cupid Shuffle. The culminating event for the 5th graders is a performance for the school during the day and an evening performance for parents which was tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gym has horrible lighting so the pictures aren't that great... Here's Cara introducing the Merengue where "the hardest part is keeping the party in the 'basement' and the 'upstairs' still." Ha!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320292853345474994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SdV6KXi02bI/AAAAAAAABkQ/F6AKUGcELf0/s400/IMG_2843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SdV6Knn_QII/AAAAAAAABkY/cbQxV4Jy0mA/s1600-h/IMG_2847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320292857662095490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SdV6Knn_QII/AAAAAAAABkY/cbQxV4Jy0mA/s400/IMG_2847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dancing the Fox Trot with Mikko who looks to be counting the steps. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320292863838761922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SdV6K-ons8I/AAAAAAAABkg/KqC7Tk83a40/s400/IMG_2852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And here she is dancing the Tango with Michael. What a fun night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I can figure out how to upload video to the blog I'll add it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-3616588230252644399?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3616588230252644399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=3616588230252644399' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3616588230252644399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3616588230252644399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/04/dancing-fever.html' title='Dancing Fever'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SdV6KXi02bI/AAAAAAAABkQ/F6AKUGcELf0/s72-c/IMG_2843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4074788361436341058</id><published>2009-02-25T21:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:16:18.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough, cough, hack, hack, wheeze, wheeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SaYITqZcHrI/AAAAAAAABkA/HQqchuejHb8/s1600-h/sick.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306938344794234546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SaYITqZcHrI/AAAAAAAABkA/HQqchuejHb8/s400/sick.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wondering where I've been lately??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not pretty, folks.  I've been battling what was diagnosed as bronchitis and then turned into pnuemonia. It knocked me down - hard. Ask the girls. Thank goodness for Bryan. Seriously. I'm slowly getting better. The cough is the worst because I cough so much it gives me a huge headache. By the end of the day I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4074788361436341058?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4074788361436341058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4074788361436341058' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4074788361436341058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4074788361436341058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/cough-cough-hack-hack-wheeze-wheeze.html' title='Cough, cough, hack, hack, wheeze, wheeze'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SaYITqZcHrI/AAAAAAAABkA/HQqchuejHb8/s72-c/sick.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4759392269964674766</id><published>2009-02-08T18:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:45:06.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajamagram Plug</title><content type='html'>I am a serious pajama girl. If I could live my whole life in pajamas I would give it major consideration... I'm not sure pajamas in church would go over well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Bryan got me a pair of pajamas for Christmas. He ordered them online from a website called &lt;a href="http://www.pajamagram.com/"&gt;Pajamagram &lt;/a&gt;and, bless his heart, he thought I would enjoy this particular footed pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300587486830832658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SY94PE1urBI/AAAAAAAABjo/93V4pFpCPAU/s400/pajamagram_footed.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;I might actually like them - if I were 50 pounds lighter and looked like this jammy model... As it is, I tried them on and they left nothing to the imagination. Every lump and bulge said, "Hello!" to everyone in the room and the fanny flap (that, as a bonus, can be embroidered with your name) wasn't very easy to manage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because he is a good man, Bryan encouraged me to find a replacement pair of pajamas. &lt;a href="http://www.pajamagram.com/"&gt;Pajamagram &lt;/a&gt;has a great return policy and so after I checked out the website and all they had to offer, I exchanged them for this pair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SY94PL4LRBI/AAAAAAAABjw/rsi1uu5CVl4/s1600-h/pajamagram_fleece.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300587488720143378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SY94PL4LRBI/AAAAAAAABjw/rsi1uu5CVl4/s400/pajamagram_fleece.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is more like it. They are SOOOOO comfy cozy. The fleece is soft and snuggly and the ribbon trim around the ankles, wrists and neckline reminds me of my baby blanket. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a word: Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4759392269964674766?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4759392269964674766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4759392269964674766' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4759392269964674766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4759392269964674766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/pajamagram-plug.html' title='Pajamagram Plug'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SY94PE1urBI/AAAAAAAABjo/93V4pFpCPAU/s72-c/pajamagram_footed.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4500486742607086893</id><published>2009-02-01T00:43:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:35:42.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>I have a love/hate relationship with my girl's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when it's clean and fabulous-smelling. I love it when they let me actually "do"it. On the other hand, I hate it when it already looks ratty five minutes after I just "did" it. I hate it when it's so long it becomes unmanageable. A certain 10-year-old I know still needs help washing it and only puts conditioner in it under death threats.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordyn has had issues growing hair, period. She's had exactly two trims in her five years on the planet so far. She's been begging for a hair cut for a LONG time now and Cara finally consented to a hair cut for herself. So, despite just getting over a stomach bug that forced me to leave school early on Friday (that's another story... I'm just glad I didn't hurl in front of my students... can you imagine the mental scarring that could've inflicted??) we set off to the magical land of Kool Kuts for Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SYVE7aQlnCI/AAAAAAAABjQ/gxnYw2For3s/s1600-h/Jordyn+before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297716324123122722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SYVE7aQlnCI/AAAAAAAABjQ/gxnYw2For3s/s400/Jordyn+before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordyn's before. A windy afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297716500494042066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SYVFFrSsQ9I/AAAAAAAABjg/sy_xrP4cOoE/s400/Cara+before.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Cara's before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's some long hair! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went at the best possible time because the girls got right into the chairs and it seemed like people just streamed in behind us. Jordyn entertained her self by watching Barbie's Prince &amp;amp; the Pauper and Cara got to play Star Wars Lego on whatever game system they have there. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Without further delay, the finished products...&lt;P&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jordyn's after. A sleepy smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SYVE2TbsdTI/AAAAAAAABjI/a6nYws1qtJc/s1600-h/Jordyn+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297716236391314738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SYVE2TbsdTI/AAAAAAAABjI/a6nYws1qtJc/s400/Jordyn+after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cara's after!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297716411825025762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SYVFAg-WcuI/AAAAAAAABjY/SQd87vq7kAM/s400/Cara+after.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Isn't that adorable?! They cut off &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;12 inches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of hair that Cara is going to donate to &lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.org/"&gt;Locks of Love&lt;/a&gt;. She looks so grown up! It's crazy to me how time is flying so quickly. I was pleasantly surprised that Cara &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt; her new 'do. So far there is no haircut remorse and I hope it stays that way. ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4500486742607086893?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4500486742607086893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4500486742607086893' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4500486742607086893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4500486742607086893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/hair-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SYVE7aQlnCI/AAAAAAAABjQ/gxnYw2For3s/s72-c/Jordyn+before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4269869637669067132</id><published>2009-01-31T22:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:18:19.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock-knock. Who's There? Old Lady.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, Jordyn's latest yellow face on her &lt;a href="http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/10/orange-folder.html"&gt;behavior calendar &lt;/a&gt;at school???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297678393418909010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SYUibjX_BVI/AAAAAAAABjA/kw7KOiBILYw/s400/Hooked%2520on%2520Yodeling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yodeling in the bathroom."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. Only Jordy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Lady who? Yo-del-a-hee-hoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4269869637669067132?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4269869637669067132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4269869637669067132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4269869637669067132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4269869637669067132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/knock-knock-whos-there-old-lady.html' title='Knock-knock. Who&apos;s There? Old Lady.'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SYUibjX_BVI/AAAAAAAABjA/kw7KOiBILYw/s72-c/Hooked%2520on%2520Yodeling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-3448900420842821348</id><published>2009-01-28T21:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:01:30.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Head West Young ...  wait ... Old People.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SYEj6ketuYI/AAAAAAAAACE/OpM1wScYuE8/s1600-h/oakland_lds_mormon_temple%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296554125896300930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SYEj6ketuYI/AAAAAAAAACE/OpM1wScYuE8/s320/oakland_lds_mormon_temple%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/oakland/gallery/download.php?id=2327"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hacked into Hilary's blog to post Extended Boyer family news.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We just got off a conference call with my parents and all my family while my parents opened their mission call. They have been called to serve in the Oakland California Temple Visitors Center. They report to the MTC on March 16th we are very excited for them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Congratulations Mom and Dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SYEpuRwbbjI/AAAAAAAAACM/0cbQEYPzAQ8/s1600-h/IMG_2138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296560511781662258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SYEpuRwbbjI/AAAAAAAAACM/0cbQEYPzAQ8/s320/IMG_2138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love the Texas Boyers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-3448900420842821348?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3448900420842821348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=3448900420842821348' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3448900420842821348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3448900420842821348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/head-west-young-wait-old-people.html' title='Head West Young ...  wait ... Old People.'/><author><name>b - boyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481322277026603199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SYEj6ketuYI/AAAAAAAAACE/OpM1wScYuE8/s72-c/oakland_lds_mormon_temple%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-2526351138563753354</id><published>2009-01-28T16:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:52:59.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice, Ice Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SYDcKlf2IeI/AAAAAAAABi4/nPJAM08q9M4/s1600-h/ice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296475236210188770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SYDcKlf2IeI/AAAAAAAABi4/nPJAM08q9M4/s400/ice.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubt I've ever seen school cancelled the night &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; an ice storm but there's always a first time for everything... I got the call last night from my team leader who told me to sleep in!&lt;P&gt;So, what time was I up? &lt;p&gt;7:15. The girls were up and outside checking out the "winter wonderland". &lt;p&gt;Nice, I know... I did however, refuse to get out of my pajamas until noon! Bryan didn't have to leave for work until 10 am. It was great! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-2526351138563753354?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2526351138563753354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=2526351138563753354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2526351138563753354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2526351138563753354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-ice-baby.html' title='Ice, Ice Baby'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SYDcKlf2IeI/AAAAAAAABi4/nPJAM08q9M4/s72-c/ice.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-7717676386007148874</id><published>2009-01-13T23:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:17:07.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It seems like every time a look at Cara lately she's got a different book in her hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That's just my personality, Mom."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can balance two books at the same time but she's got FIVE going on right now... As Jordyn likes to say, "Wha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First there was this one. She's reading the unabridged version (of course)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291010036247448498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SW1xmFGOS7I/AAAAAAAABhY/SR97pqVwgG8/s400/Littlewomen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Next, there was this one... I've been trying to get her to read the Percy Jackson series for a long time but she didn't pick it up until her friend at school suggested it... Go figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SW1xmUBJfwI/AAAAAAAABho/SM78Sxbokpw/s1600-h/LitThief.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291010040252694274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SW1xmUBJfwI/AAAAAAAABho/SM78Sxbokpw/s400/LitThief.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then there's this one... gotta love Eragon. The movie didn't do this book justice. Do they ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SW1xmY80jXI/AAAAAAAABhg/JKwJn90DAw4/s1600-h/Eragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291010041576721778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SW1xmY80jXI/AAAAAAAABhg/JKwJn90DAw4/s400/Eragon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this one she read aloud at least three times after her first initial reading. Once to me on the drive home, once to Jordyn before bed, and once to Darby when Suzy's kids came over to play...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291012815999661954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SW10H4ey94I/AAAAAAAABh4/xPsz_4q6DMw/s400/romeo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And, finally, some light reading... "My second grade teacher started to read this to us but never finished. I just needed to find out how the story ended."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291010043687438466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SW1xmg0DiII/AAAAAAAABhw/8O9E8iY-Yes/s400/sos.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She just flip-flops back and forth between books depending on her mood like it's nothing... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-7717676386007148874?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7717676386007148874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=7717676386007148874' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/7717676386007148874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/7717676386007148874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/seriously.html' title='Seriously.'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SW1xmFGOS7I/AAAAAAAABhY/SR97pqVwgG8/s72-c/Littlewomen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4984779329406789437</id><published>2009-01-13T22:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:41:04.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You win some. You lose some.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SW1s1lDq6TI/AAAAAAAABhQ/4IqPDvs1WDI/s1600-h/frustrated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291004804966574386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SW1s1lDq6TI/AAAAAAAABhQ/4IqPDvs1WDI/s400/frustrated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's a girl in one of my classes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a hard-worker. She asks questions. She's a smart girl. She really, really tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, she's borderline failing. How can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a diagnostician, but I'm 99% sure she suffers from dyslexia. All of the common markers we, as teachers, look for are there. Reversal of letters, atrocious spelling, last one to finish, not able to easily decode words, struggles matching up correct sounds with letters, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I send a note home requesting permission to do a screener test - to see if I'm correct or if something else is the problem. Mind you, there &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents are NOT interested in labeling their child. They don't want something as &lt;em&gt;horrible&lt;/em&gt; as dyslexia in her file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the 5th grade. Her coping skills have taken her this far but, I've got news for them, it only gets harder from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dyslexia training would give her a new set of skills. It could be the difference between being a C/D student who wouldn't dream of college (because it's too much work) and an A/B student who moves on to higher education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes just don't think parents are able to see the big picture. We're too busy trying to protect our children that we don't see that we're hurting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really believe these parents will look back on this later and say should've, would've, could've. You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are much worse labels I can think of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;em&gt;failure, wasted potential, or drop-out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current label: frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you tell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4984779329406789437?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4984779329406789437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4984779329406789437' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4984779329406789437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4984779329406789437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-win-some-you-lose-some.html' title='You win some. You lose some.'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SW1s1lDq6TI/AAAAAAAABhQ/4IqPDvs1WDI/s72-c/frustrated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-1539101284698970318</id><published>2009-01-04T19:01:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:21:12.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year.... VOMIT, VOMIT, VOMIT............</title><content type='html'>Round 1 - 5:00 am - New Years morning Hilary calls to me from the girls room, "I need you." As I was coming to consciousness I heard "fluid" being poured into a bucket. The "fluid" was the contents of Jordyn's stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2 - 5:30 am - Everything has been cleaned up. We (Me, Hilary, and Jordyn) are settling back into our bed now, with bowl in hand. Again, more comes up from the tiny stomach. Strip our bed of sheets, take them to the garage for cleaning, and set Jordyn up on the couch with a towel under her to catch anything we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 3 - 6:00 am - Here we go again. This time we are more prepared. Can you see a pattern? The poor child wretched every 30 minutes from then on. Eventually, obviously there was nothing left in her belly but the heaving continued. She got pretty good at knowing when to sit up and find her bowl. This lasted until about 10:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed about 7:00 am and slept until 9:30 and then it was Hilary's turn to sleep. She slept until 12:30. Needless to say we were very tired on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a picture of how Jordyn spent Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SWFftV8x-dI/AAAAAAAAAB0/w_fS_8842W0/s1600-h/P1030089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287612670100502994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SWFftV8x-dI/AAAAAAAAAB0/w_fS_8842W0/s320/P1030089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So NOT normal!!&lt;br /&gt;This is a girl who hardly sits down, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary took Jordy to the Dr. on Saturday thinking she might be dehydrated and need an IV (she had eaten half a piece of toast and some water since Thursday). The Dr. said she had Strep, gave her a shot for that, and pretty much said nothing about the PUKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did notice a change in her for the better Saturday night. Sunday she has pretty much returned to normal. Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SWFhgFBj7DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0Qf4p6p9Fho/s1600-h/PC270018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287614641242106930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SWFhgFBj7DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0Qf4p6p9Fho/s320/PC270018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the rest of 2009 is better than Days 1-3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-1539101284698970318?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1539101284698970318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=1539101284698970318' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1539101284698970318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1539101284698970318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-vomit-vomit-vomit.html' title='Happy New Year.... VOMIT, VOMIT, VOMIT............'/><author><name>b - boyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481322277026603199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SWFftV8x-dI/AAAAAAAAAB0/w_fS_8842W0/s72-c/P1030089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-7678686984274467541</id><published>2009-01-02T12:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:32:07.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SV5cwy5mu3I/AAAAAAAABhE/mQLHfh7_ry0/s1600-h/gas+prices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286765005946403698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SV5cwy5mu3I/AAAAAAAABhE/mQLHfh7_ry0/s400/gas+prices.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can I get an amen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-7678686984274467541?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7678686984274467541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=7678686984274467541' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/7678686984274467541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/7678686984274467541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness Is...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SV5cwy5mu3I/AAAAAAAABhE/mQLHfh7_ry0/s72-c/gas+prices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-3209812337200038528</id><published>2008-12-31T00:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:13:24.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Night, Holy Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsMsliAwtI/AAAAAAAABg0/cTTEIE8aDrY/s1600-h/nativity.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285832547777954514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsMsliAwtI/AAAAAAAABg0/cTTEIE8aDrY/s400/nativity.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite photos this year was taken at our Stake Nativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little angels joined by the Koenigs, Manns, Petersons &amp;amp; Teemants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-3209812337200038528?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3209812337200038528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=3209812337200038528' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3209812337200038528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3209812337200038528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/silent-night-holy-night.html' title='Silent Night, Holy Night'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsMsliAwtI/AAAAAAAABg0/cTTEIE8aDrY/s72-c/nativity.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-5300769895347286186</id><published>2008-12-30T23:35:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:27:53.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Y'all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our Christmas in pictures for your viewing pleasure... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsJBkFRxqI/AAAAAAAABgk/eDmCJvMEOy4/s1600-h/ginger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285828510119741090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsJBkFRxqI/AAAAAAAABgk/eDmCJvMEOy4/s400/ginger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The results of a gingerbread house Family Home Evening, truly a group effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsIhq0z4uI/AAAAAAAABgc/coMy9alQoiY/s1600-h/cookies1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285827962173907682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsIhq0z4uI/AAAAAAAABgc/coMy9alQoiY/s400/cookies1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our traditional Paintbox Christmas Cookies. Yum-O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsIODy0XOI/AAAAAAAABgU/nNfiYFgGLFA/s1600-h/cookies2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285827625279053026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsIODy0XOI/AAAAAAAABgU/nNfiYFgGLFA/s400/cookies2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsHzIbjOnI/AAAAAAAABgM/T6PVWZNg_tg/s1600-h/tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285827162667170418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsHzIbjOnI/AAAAAAAABgM/T6PVWZNg_tg/s400/tree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little bit-o-everything Christmas tree right after Santa left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsF_u54PiI/AAAAAAAABfk/yAA1fk8q3PU/s1600-h/jpresent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285825180130098722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsF_u54PiI/AAAAAAAABfk/yAA1fk8q3PU/s400/jpresent.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsF_TSOSFI/AAAAAAAABfc/E-hr-LJfK5E/s1600-h/cpresent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285825172716013650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsF_TSOSFI/AAAAAAAABfc/E-hr-LJfK5E/s400/cpresent.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsFh2E7ozI/AAAAAAAABfU/HEWhWdb20cA/s1600-h/pixo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285824666659431218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsFh2E7ozI/AAAAAAAABfU/HEWhWdb20cA/s400/pixo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The gifts Cara and Jordyn bought for each other... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsFNLr8xpI/AAAAAAAABfM/ocV1orXWuZE/s1600-h/skate1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285824311682975378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsFNLr8xpI/AAAAAAAABfM/ocV1orXWuZE/s400/skate1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286764667633112546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SV5cdGlbleI/AAAAAAAABg8/Eog1JutxxKg/s400/ice+skating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsE2IEzFAI/AAAAAAAABfE/h-6KxHH3RS0/s1600-h/skate2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285823915576464386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsE2IEzFAI/AAAAAAAABfE/h-6KxHH3RS0/s400/skate2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Parks mall had $5 ice skating on Christmas Day. We had a blast! Cara is quite the skater and, well, Jordyn hasn't quite got the hang of it yet. But there's always next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-5300769895347286186?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5300769895347286186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=5300769895347286186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/5300769895347286186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/5300769895347286186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-yall.html' title='Merry Christmas Y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVsJBkFRxqI/AAAAAAAABgk/eDmCJvMEOy4/s72-c/ginger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-8345997309151108791</id><published>2008-12-30T22:32:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:34:41.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thanksgiving to Remember</title><content type='html'>We asked Bryan's brother, Trent, to come down over Thanksgiving to help him put a new roof on our house. My in-laws decided that sounded fun and they came too. We don't get too many visitors around here so we welcomed the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys got up on the roof to investigate what they were dealing with. Here's what they found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 layers of shingles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most houses have one or two. We thought we had three and that was pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285810612333347074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVr4vxoegQI/AAAAAAAABds/cFiXLRa-nTA/s400/roof.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided they did not want to take off 10 layers of shingles and we would hire professionals to take care of the roof. At the time it sounded like a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; the next morning's soaking rain that leaked all kinds of havoc into our house, they tarped it all up. Now, no roofing company is going to do the job until it warms up a bit... I'm sure I'll update that situation when I have better news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVr8wAKwy_I/AAAAAAAABe8/IBW9-tH2MA0/s1600-h/IMG_2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285815014281759730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVr8wAKwy_I/AAAAAAAABe8/IBW9-tH2MA0/s400/IMG_2579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My girls love Uncle Trent. He's tons of fun to play with and talk to. Ask Jordyn... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVr8vo19PuI/AAAAAAAABe0/nT-PZEkIrmY/s1600-h/trent%26girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285815008020479714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVr8vo19PuI/AAAAAAAABe0/nT-PZEkIrmY/s400/trent%26girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We enjoyed a fabulous Thanksgiving dinner (if I do say so myself)! The only thing on the wish list of food that didn't get made was the mincemeat pie my father-in-law asked for. It's not on my list of specialties - yet. But everything else was delicious especially the turkey that Bryan was in charge of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we braved the mall and went to Dick's Sporting Goods where Cara and Trent scaled the rock climbing wall. She's tried it once before but only made it halfway up before letting the heights get to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVr8BUx9twI/AAAAAAAABes/L-xJeo6CQGE/s1600-h/preclimb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285814212361041666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVr8BUx9twI/AAAAAAAABes/L-xJeo6CQGE/s400/preclimb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting the gear on and instructions from the wall workers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVr7rQLXvrI/AAAAAAAABek/8uWca52eHCk/s1600-h/tclimb1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285813833168305842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVr7rQLXvrI/AAAAAAAABek/8uWca52eHCk/s400/tclimb1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVr7SC7Fr0I/AAAAAAAABec/ISLzFQNOguc/s1600-h/tclimb2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285813400113622850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVr7SC7Fr0I/AAAAAAAABec/ISLzFQNOguc/s400/tclimb2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trent made it up the advanced side of the wall in record time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285812187451403554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVr6LdZ4rSI/AAAAAAAABeE/No26IMpt010/s400/cclimb2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVr62c3T-NI/AAAAAAAABeU/xgIgzpIz2zc/s1600-h/cclimb1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285812926040766674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVr62c3T-NI/AAAAAAAABeU/xgIgzpIz2zc/s400/cclimb1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cara made it all the way up to the top of the beginner's side. She did AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVr56LSCHHI/AAAAAAAABd8/o6S3DcfZtyQ/s1600-h/grandparents.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285811890528853106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVr56LSCHHI/AAAAAAAABd8/o6S3DcfZtyQ/s400/grandparents.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Boyer are turning their mission papers in (if they haven't already) and we're glad they came to visit before they leave. We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-8345997309151108791?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8345997309151108791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=8345997309151108791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8345997309151108791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8345997309151108791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-to-remember.html' title='A Thanksgiving to Remember'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SVr4vxoegQI/AAAAAAAABds/cFiXLRa-nTA/s72-c/roof.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4859912128206819465</id><published>2008-12-10T21:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:55:29.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leven Thumps author, Obert Skye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SUCJobrfgUI/AAAAAAAABdc/duoTR1NlL1E/s1600-h/obert+skye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278370090996171074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SUCJobrfgUI/AAAAAAAABdc/duoTR1NlL1E/s400/obert+skye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently Cara got to meet Obert Skye, author of the Leven Thumps books. When I say recently, what I really mean is October but who's keeping track anyway??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read these books, they are quite enjoyable. It's about a land called Foo where "nothing is impossible". So the fourth book, The Wrath of Ezra, came out on September 30th and he happened to be in the DFW area on October 2nd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually spoke at several schools in my district the same day (including the one Cara used to attend before I took last year off and the one Jordyn goes to now for Pre-K) and Cara and I were sad to learn he came to River Trails last year and we missed him...  There was an on-line podcast I showed in class where he gave kids some great advice to "Dream Big and to Be Great" and two other things that I can't remember because it was way back in October, allright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT Bryan took her to Barnes and Noble to see him that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stood in line for a LONG time but when it was her turn he signed her book and poster and offered her some candy from Foo. Normally I don't condone taking candy from strangers but, hey, it was from Foo...  Before she went, we practiced lots of things she could say to him like, "I'm LDS, too." or "I think Clover is the funniest character." but alas, she said nothing. He was very nice and Cara was star-struck, I think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is from Bryan's cell phone but the look on her face says it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4859912128206819465?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4859912128206819465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4859912128206819465' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4859912128206819465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4859912128206819465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/leven-thumps-author-obert-skye.html' title='Leven Thumps author, Obert Skye'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SUCJobrfgUI/AAAAAAAABdc/duoTR1NlL1E/s72-c/obert+skye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-2297454513197277180</id><published>2008-11-23T15:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:58:39.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mega-Late Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I had a request for Halloween pictures from my friend, Tobi, at &lt;a href="http://tobiwilkinson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Army Wilkinson's&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How lame is it that these are all I took???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSnN-o3fIYI/AAAAAAAABc8/2y7lDvc-gMk/s1600-h/halloween+08+jordyn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271971314819604866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSnN-o3fIYI/AAAAAAAABc8/2y7lDvc-gMk/s400/halloween+08+jordyn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way home from trick-or-treating with the Gee's in White Settlement... Her name should be Sleepy instead of Snow White...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSnN-X4DpiI/AAAAAAAABc0/n5m4aYPJZnE/s1600-h/halloween+08+cara.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271971310258595362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSnN-X4DpiI/AAAAAAAABc0/n5m4aYPJZnE/s400/halloween+08+cara.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candy Face. Enough said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cara was Hermione from Harry Potter again. You can see her Hogwarts tie in the photo. Long story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wanted to be Padme from Star Wars but all we could find was this costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271973160527865442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSnPqEqoJmI/AAAAAAAABdM/vipA_n9etDs/s400/padme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sorry, too sexy for a 10-year-old, in my opinion. Searched and searched for an alternate.... Thought she might like to be a jedi knight instead. Nope... that didn't work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271973161960393394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSnPqKAKyrI/AAAAAAAABdE/SBdIjqxMK1M/s400/jedi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...so even though this is last year's picture, this is how she looked again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271974853045897298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSnRMlyXyFI/AAAAAAAABdU/g-KGjD5W5Ts/s400/hermione4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thinking about doing a staged photo shoot for my little princess - we'll see...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-2297454513197277180?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2297454513197277180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=2297454513197277180' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2297454513197277180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2297454513197277180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-mega-late-halloween.html' title='Happy Mega-Late Halloween'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSnN-o3fIYI/AAAAAAAABc8/2y7lDvc-gMk/s72-c/halloween+08+jordyn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4289490518084657499</id><published>2008-11-18T22:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:18:00.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Fun-Filled Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy, Happy Birthday Jordyn, Dear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have brightened our lives immeasurably, little one. You have lots and lots of love to spread around. You make us laugh every day. You are a ray of sunshine in this world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270227419610828178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSOb6k9tTZI/AAAAAAAABck/-cwXcihvpVU/s400/jordyn+binoculars.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and your 'noculars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270227417945384994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSOb6ewoqCI/AAAAAAAABcc/OVzd1Dvxw4o/s400/STA_1091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harriet Potter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270225982494455218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSOam7SdtbI/AAAAAAAABb8/QyOTDyBPZbM/s400/IMG_0927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of your most creative pieces of art...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270225981335829378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSOam2-Oe4I/AAAAAAAABb0/ScOSMt8O9bQ/s400/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The scariest week of our life was when you had RSV at 2 years old and were the tiny girl in a bubble. Thank goodness for bunny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270227406291718226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSOb5zWL0FI/AAAAAAAABcM/RKQ0dg2kbAk/s400/IMG_1662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bluebonnet Beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270225984242751922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSOanBzSmbI/AAAAAAAABcE/Rt0KuOeUJiQ/s400/IMG_1458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The awesome stroller at the themepark in Branson, MO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270225976564789234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSOamlMuL_I/AAAAAAAABbs/scPgFlhgT30/s400/happy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3rd birthday - 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270225964345459394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSOal3raAsI/AAAAAAAABbk/gf0aS10R46U/s400/dorothy5.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;There's no place like home... my favorite smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270227411513743378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSOb6GzNmBI/AAAAAAAABcU/UclxClNyB30/s400/IMG_2349.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;4th Birthday - 2007 Princess 'Tea' Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270227422888202370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSOb6xLGEII/AAAAAAAABcs/vgfw0FyPC5o/s400/party+pic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sure growing up nicely, Jordyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lub you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4289490518084657499?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4289490518084657499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4289490518084657499' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4289490518084657499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4289490518084657499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/five-fun-filled-years.html' title='Five Fun-Filled Years'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SSOb6k9tTZI/AAAAAAAABck/-cwXcihvpVU/s72-c/jordyn+binoculars.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4511593962301734435</id><published>2008-10-23T22:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:42:37.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No, My First Name Ain't Baby....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....it's Janet. Miss Jackson if you're Nasty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260545325523456162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SQE2Ghyq0KI/AAAAAAAABbM/oQnmJGs5Jg4/s400/200px-Janet_Jackson_-_Rhythm_Nation_single_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback. &lt;p&gt;1990. &lt;p&gt;Rhythm Nation 1814 Tour. &lt;p&gt;Frankfurt, Germany. &lt;p&gt;Me, Samantha, Chris, Laurie, Ryan (and probably other really important people that I'm forgetting. Shar, were you there?) &lt;p&gt;It was awesome - to say the least! I remember Ryan and Chris just dancing all night. I'm pretty sure if I tried hard I could remember the distinct odor of sweaty Europeans. I remember laughing and singing and staying up so late driving home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260550287600922546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SQE6nW-IL7I/AAAAAAAABbc/j4RDWn3qoxI/s400/design-of-a-decade-1986-1996_2x2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now Flashforward. &lt;p&gt;Last night. &lt;p&gt;Rock Witchu Tour. &lt;p&gt;Dallas, Texas - American Airlines Center. &lt;p&gt;Me, Suzy, Janet. Again. &lt;p&gt;Janet and I are both eighteen years older now and we're both a bit chubbier but she worked it! The dancing was awesome. There was a lot of choreography from the music videos that was easy to recognize and made it so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260545330830847906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SQE2G1kDL6I/AAAAAAAABbU/77iSwc7e7gg/s400/rock+witchu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bryan was able to score tickets for me to the concert. His company has season tickets to EVERYTHING at the AA center and when the family he works for isn't using the tickets they offer them up to the staff. We've seen things from sporting events and the Ringling Brothers Circus to Blue Man Group and the Harlem Globetrotters for free - with parking passes. I know, it's a sweet perk of his job. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was fresh off the disappointing news that New Kids on the Block (my first concert ever!) tickets were offered but they were playing on a Sunday, when Bryan called and asked, "How much do you love me?" I knew it was something good and I was RIGHT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The concert rocked! An incomplete list of songs that I can remember: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pleasure Principle &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Control &lt;p&gt;What Have You Done for Me Lately &lt;p&gt;You Want This &lt;p&gt;Alright &lt;p&gt;Miss You Much &lt;p&gt;Come Back to Me &lt;p&gt;Let's Wait Awhile &lt;p&gt;Nasty &lt;p&gt;Doesn't Really Matter &lt;p&gt;Escapade &lt;p&gt;Love Will Never Do (Without You) &lt;p&gt;When I Think of You &lt;p&gt;All for You &lt;p&gt;That's the Way Love Goes &lt;p&gt;Black Cat &lt;p&gt;Rhythm Nation &lt;p&gt;Runaway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She also played at least 4 songs I didn't recognize from her newer album as well. The costume changes were fabulous. And did I mention she danced her tail off? Aside from one of Bryan's co-workers who was extremely inebriated and one racy, S &amp;amp; M influenced song (yikes!) it was fun, fun, fun and brought back memories of my fellow 'Bergers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Major points, hon. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4511593962301734435?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4511593962301734435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4511593962301734435' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4511593962301734435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4511593962301734435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-my-first-name-aint-baby.html' title='No, My First Name Ain&apos;t Baby....'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SQE2Ghyq0KI/AAAAAAAABbM/oQnmJGs5Jg4/s72-c/200px-Janet_Jackson_-_Rhythm_Nation_single_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-3377940798230297275</id><published>2008-10-23T06:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:03:25.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Got tagged by my niece, Amanda :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Had a newborn daughter. Cara was born in August.&lt;br /&gt;2. Was living in Taylorsville, UT&lt;br /&gt;3. Working the over-night shift for First Security Bank in the balancing department&lt;br /&gt;4. Had been married for two and a half years&lt;br /&gt;5. Was nearly convinced that no one would ever hire me for a teaching position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Field trip to the Amon Carter Museum of Art in Ft. Worth&lt;br /&gt;2. Jordyn soccer practice&lt;br /&gt;3. Pick up Rx from Kroger all the way across town&lt;br /&gt;4. Hook up replacement Dish Network DVR&lt;br /&gt;5. Finalize details of Mock Election I'm in charge of at school on Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Marshmallow Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;2. Lemon Poppyseed Bread&lt;br /&gt;3. Chips and queso dip&lt;br /&gt;4. Kit Kats&lt;br /&gt;5. Brach's candy corn and pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 things I would do if I were a millionaire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pay off all of my parents and in-laws debt and bills&lt;br /&gt;2. Pay off our debt&lt;br /&gt;3. Travel Europe with Bryan&lt;br /&gt;4. Take my kids to Disney World&lt;br /&gt;5. Upgrade the living quarters and hire a cleaning service - Pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 places I have lived: (just five??? There's MANY more!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ft. Ord, CA&lt;br /&gt;2. Ft. Rucker, AL&lt;br /&gt;3. Heidelberg, Germany&lt;br /&gt;4. Provo, UT&lt;br /&gt;5. Arlington, TX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 jobs I have had: (again I had to pick and choose...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HYA Summer Camp Counselor&lt;br /&gt;2. BYU Bookstore - Twilight Zone Cashier&lt;br /&gt;3. Rustic Inn Motel - Moab, UT&lt;br /&gt;4. First Security Bank - Teller/FSR/Balancing&lt;br /&gt;5. 5th Grade Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 people I tag: (I can't remember who's done this one...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Suzy&lt;br /&gt;2. Samantha&lt;br /&gt;3. Shar&lt;br /&gt;4. Tobi&lt;br /&gt;5. Gwen&lt;br /&gt;...or anyone who want to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-3377940798230297275?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3377940798230297275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=3377940798230297275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3377940798230297275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3377940798230297275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-things-tag.html' title='5 Things Tag'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-405104336603879457</id><published>2008-10-13T13:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:56:36.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Orange Folder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SPOO8VZrmUI/AAAAAAAABa0/XQUxE3CG--M/s1600-h/orange+folder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256702357259655490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SPOO8VZrmUI/AAAAAAAABa0/XQUxE3CG--M/s400/orange+folder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This calendar is in Jordyn's orange folder. It's a way for her Pre-K teacher, Mrs. Mathis, to communicate with me about Jordy's behavior every day at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She made it through all of September with green smiley faces. But because I know Jordyn so well, I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop and, as you can tell, it seems it has.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her first yellow face, on the 3rd was for being "disruptive at group time - out of seat &lt;em&gt;being a dog&lt;/em&gt;." Sorry, but that cracks me up. It's very Jordyn-like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other, on the 8th, was a green face until at the end of the day it was crossed out and became yellow. This time Mrs. Mathis needed more room and wrote her note on the back that says, "playing with friends around her 'spanking' them. I asked her to stop, settle down &amp;amp; pay attention but a minute later she slapped Drew really hard on the bottom." We had to have the 'it's never okay to hit your friends' talk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordyn is a ray of sunshine. I don't want to squash her personality or try to get her to fit into Cara's mold (although that would be a lot easier for me...) but trying to get her to understand that there are better times to pretend to be a dog - say, at the "home living" center - is difficult. She is very stubborn and head-strong (I haven't a clue who she gets that from...) and she does not handle being disciplined well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a good thing she's so cute because it's pretty darn hard to be upset for long at this face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256708036078016354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SPOUG4pfF2I/AAAAAAAABa8/YBteLM3NHzg/s400/Jordy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-405104336603879457?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/405104336603879457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=405104336603879457' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/405104336603879457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/405104336603879457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/10/orange-folder.html' title='The Orange Folder'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SPOO8VZrmUI/AAAAAAAABa0/XQUxE3CG--M/s72-c/orange+folder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-791550731845631481</id><published>2008-10-11T22:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:51:43.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top Five</title><content type='html'>Top 5 reasons why I haven't blogged recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Teaching Language Arts, Reading, Social Studies to some awesome kids this year (1st 6 weeks done!)&lt;br /&gt;4.) Rainbow Roses soccer&lt;br /&gt;3.) Primary Program preparations&lt;br /&gt;2.) Bryan's minor surgery in the nether regions - probably TMI...&lt;br /&gt;1.) Did I mention teaching??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired... must rest... I promise to try a little harder to be a little better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-791550731845631481?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/791550731845631481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=791550731845631481' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/791550731845631481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/791550731845631481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-top-five.html' title='My Top Five'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-8165451121852624825</id><published>2008-09-25T21:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:46:48.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, I couldn't resist...</title><content type='html'>YOUR REAL NAME? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hilary Anne Boyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name&gt; plus'izzle') &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hilizzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color and favorite animal) &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Green Tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, and current street) &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anne Natches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 3 letters of mom's maiden name) &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Boyhiper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink) &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; Rootbeer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (Men: father's middle name and mother's middle name-Women: mother's middle name and father's middle name) &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Faughn Lauster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one your {current or former} pets) &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Black Sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR ROCK STAR NAME (first pet, current car): &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lady Town &amp;amp; Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASCAR NAME (the first names of your grandfathers): &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tom William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME (your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter):  &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Willie Waterloo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower): &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Summer Daisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing rightnow) &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cherry Cami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIPPIE NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree): &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cheerios Magnolia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Give it a try... it brought a smile to my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-8165451121852624825?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8165451121852624825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=8165451121852624825' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8165451121852624825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8165451121852624825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry-i-couldnt-resist.html' title='Sorry, I couldn&apos;t resist...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-5485288793803188341</id><published>2008-09-21T13:56:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:30:43.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Rose</title><content type='html'>It's begun. Soccer season. Jordyn gets to play this year and I'm ready! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248550999428886370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SNaZU3J672I/AAAAAAAABaA/gAyU5HVhth0/s400/IMG_0595.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jordyn plays on a team of all girls called the Rainbow Roses. She's not the fastest player out there but I'm quite certain she's the most enthusiastic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SNaaGcdHu6I/AAAAAAAABaY/Z12v8zVrSis/s1600-h/IMG_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248551851255118754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SNaaGcdHu6I/AAAAAAAABaY/Z12v8zVrSis/s400/IMG_0607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These were the smallest pair of shorts we could find (funny, huh?) and she didn't like the feel of a tucked in shirt so we went with the tied in the back look. On a hot tip from Suzy I found cleats at Kid to Kid for $7.55.  Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SNaZqskPaVI/AAAAAAAABaQ/Ah1ZNLVxc2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248551374543612242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SNaZqskPaVI/AAAAAAAABaQ/Ah1ZNLVxc2Y/s400/IMG_0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jorydn played the entire game, running up and down the field. I think it's the most continuous exercise she's ever gotten and she did really well! Bryan, Cara and I had an awesome time watching her have SO much fun and cheering her on from the sidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SNaZfsv9iuI/AAAAAAAABaI/dBru2pSJWow/s1600-h/IMG_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248551185614211810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SNaZfsv9iuI/AAAAAAAABaI/dBru2pSJWow/s400/IMG_0596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She got to play all three positions - forward, defender &amp;amp; goalie. When I asked her what the best part of her soccer game was she said, "Running around and getting the ball! Mom, did you know you can't touch the ball with your fingers? If you do Coach Jack said we have to run around the ball 3 times..."  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248552204373245762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SNaaa_7Cv0I/AAAAAAAABag/OsSQ-8d_sLA/s400/IMG_0610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-5485288793803188341?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5485288793803188341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=5485288793803188341' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/5485288793803188341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/5485288793803188341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/rainbow-rose.html' title='Rainbow Rose'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SNaZU3J672I/AAAAAAAABaA/gAyU5HVhth0/s72-c/IMG_0595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-2716281468234877077</id><published>2008-09-15T21:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:40:58.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-K Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I tried to get Jordyn into the Core Knowledge Full Day Pre-K program that my district offers before I started working this year. It would be tuition-based, meaning I'd pay for it, but it's just a little more than I was already paying Suzy to watch Jordy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No dice. She was #20 on the waiting list and good luck, sista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They called!! She's in!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246441170368328786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SM8acpbJ9FI/AAAAAAAABZY/61iwRCv7Y1I/s400/IMG_0580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She's already been attending for a week but factor in my copious amounts of free time and you get a post with pictures today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been singing songs, has her own packpack (as she calls it), locker, and nappy mat. In full day Pre-K they are mandated to have a one hour rest time - thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246441172443324818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SM8acxJ34ZI/AAAAAAAABZg/GwwNG33dr2o/s400/IMG_0583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week they had a unit all about apples. Johnny Appleseed, graphing apples, counting apple seeds, painting apples, apple pie, apple juice, applesauce, etc... Trust me, we heard a lot about apples. So far today she's sung songs about little fishies in a line and the G-R-E-E-N song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246441639303302866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SM8a38V9ztI/AAAAAAAABZw/_vTrammBmbc/s400/IMG_0586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246442734476208818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SM8b3sLiKrI/AAAAAAAABZ4/E43mPuAL_z4/s400/IMG_0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look how small she looks here... my little girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-2716281468234877077?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2716281468234877077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=2716281468234877077' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2716281468234877077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2716281468234877077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/pre-k-princess.html' title='Pre-K Princess'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SM8acpbJ9FI/AAAAAAAABZY/61iwRCv7Y1I/s72-c/IMG_0580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-3199804249031833829</id><published>2008-09-15T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:18:53.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>Here's a better photos of my niece, Maya. Look at all that hair!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246437221396453890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SM8W2yW5GgI/AAAAAAAABZI/lcjZxdBmx0g/s400/maya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, she's home from the hospital and doing fabulous! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With big brother, Thomas, right after birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246437227820283762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SM8W3KSc93I/AAAAAAAABZQ/ORWE_IDWT-k/s400/tj+and+maya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-3199804249031833829?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3199804249031833829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=3199804249031833829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3199804249031833829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3199804249031833829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SM8W2yW5GgI/AAAAAAAABZI/lcjZxdBmx0g/s72-c/maya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-1895550079973617766</id><published>2008-09-08T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:18:59.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Maya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SMXoyQrlSEI/AAAAAAAABYg/S-69hpjZ6xE/s1600-h/Maya+Garcia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243853291311679554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SMXoyQrlSEI/AAAAAAAABYg/S-69hpjZ6xE/s400/Maya+Garcia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my newest niece, Maya Emery Garcia. Don't let those tubes distract you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is Jill &amp;amp; Jared's little miracle. They've been married for 10 years now. They had Thomas right away - he just turned 9 - and then no news for years and years after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now they have Maya and I'm SO sad that I live so far away. She was born Friday night in Tooele and as you can see has TONS of dark hair! A few hours after birth the doctors sent her to stay at Primary Children's Medical Center's NICU in Salt Lake because she was having difficulty breathing. She's now being treated for pneumonia and is scheduled to stay for a seven day course of antibiotics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone I talk to doesn't sound too worried. So I'm going to take a page from that book and just be excited for her arrival and send my prayers and positive thoughts that way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you Jillian!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-1895550079973617766?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1895550079973617766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=1895550079973617766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1895550079973617766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1895550079973617766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/meet-maya.html' title='Meet Maya'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SMXoyQrlSEI/AAAAAAAABYg/S-69hpjZ6xE/s72-c/Maya+Garcia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-5935357672872278761</id><published>2008-09-08T21:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:03:54.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Labor??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SMXnCEXUMbI/AAAAAAAABYI/OHixsVSph_I/s1600-h/IMG_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243851363860099506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SMXnCEXUMbI/AAAAAAAABYI/OHixsVSph_I/s400/IMG_0568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Look who Bryan got to mow his lawn last weekend. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243851369388395922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SMXnCY9XTZI/AAAAAAAABYQ/uu5yFw64xRg/s400/IMG_0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She LOVED it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243851374478631746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SMXnCr6-I0I/AAAAAAAABYY/itbFypEGpsw/s400/IMG_0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at this hot and sweaty face... She's been begging to cut it again already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know he's gonna milk that one next summer, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-5935357672872278761?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5935357672872278761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=5935357672872278761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/5935357672872278761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/5935357672872278761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/child-labor.html' title='Child Labor??'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SMXnCEXUMbI/AAAAAAAABYI/OHixsVSph_I/s72-c/IMG_0568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-3044801383622545368</id><published>2008-09-08T21:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:13:07.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was going to blog but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SMXlwe0rUXI/AAAAAAAABYA/YtAA288qlgY/s1600-h/Woman%2520using%2520computer%2520uid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243849962213298546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SMXlwe0rUXI/AAAAAAAABYA/YtAA288qlgY/s400/Woman%2520using%2520computer%2520uid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I had to catch up on all of the posts I've missed these last few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. How does anyone who works blog? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Like the red nails? hee-hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-3044801383622545368?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3044801383622545368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=3044801383622545368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3044801383622545368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3044801383622545368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-going-to-blog-but.html' title='I was going to blog but...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SMXlwe0rUXI/AAAAAAAABYA/YtAA288qlgY/s72-c/Woman%2520using%2520computer%2520uid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-2108233252218520877</id><published>2008-08-26T22:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:17:53.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of 5th grade</title><content type='html'>So, here she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day finally came and went. I still have a hard time wrapping my brain around the fact that she's in fifth grade... All these years I've taught fifth grade and now she's one of my students. That's odd too. But good. We'll see how I feel about it in a month - but for now, it's good.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SLTE2_yG2pI/AAAAAAAABKY/3y0UTtdUqXs/s1600-h/Cara+5th+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239028715652307602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SLTE2_yG2pI/AAAAAAAABKY/3y0UTtdUqXs/s400/Cara+5th+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm so tired right now (gotta get used to that work schedule again...) that I only have time to post a few pics. Below is a fun and unexpected surprise from &lt;a href="http://www.thepopcornfactory.com/popcorn/welcome.asp?sc=1002&amp;amp;body_sc=1002"&gt;the Popcorn Factory &lt;/a&gt;that was delived to the school on Monday from the sweetest hubby in the world. I'll try not to eat it all the first week... kidding... maybe...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239028430671092706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SLTEmaJSm-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/xMW3Yn1P7fQ/s400/Surprise.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yummy popcorn, peanuts, chocolate coated pretzels, Jelly Bellys, chocolate chip cookies, and fudge cups.  And to think I was going to start my diet soon... hmm... maybe next week! :) Thanks, hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SLTE3XdbyKI/AAAAAAAABKg/mIN3a6icZwU/s1600-h/Cara+5th.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SLTElpeHCPI/AAAAAAAABKI/5hDu6iUsGJQ/s1600-h/IMG_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239028417605077234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SLTElpeHCPI/AAAAAAAABKI/5hDu6iUsGJQ/s400/IMG_0565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-2108233252218520877?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2108233252218520877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=2108233252218520877' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2108233252218520877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2108233252218520877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-5th-grade.html' title='First Day of 5th grade'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SLTE2_yG2pI/AAAAAAAABKY/3y0UTtdUqXs/s72-c/Cara+5th+-+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-647969428039698117</id><published>2008-08-14T17:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:07:36.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Face the Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;So, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;, I am going back to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;And, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;, I don't want to talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll talk about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the benjamins. We've tried to make it work as a one income family but we're just squeaking by. If we didn't have so much debt maybe I could continue to stay home for at least one more year but we'll never get out of debt if I'm not working. It's a nightmare of a Catch-22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKNVxFKZunI/AAAAAAAABJg/IG6woRRHyFk/s1600-h/river+trails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234121493622405746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKNVxFKZunI/AAAAAAAABJg/IG6woRRHyFk/s400/river+trails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is River Trails Elementary School. It's in the same school district I was in before I took a year off. I'll be teaching 5th grade language arts and social studies there. It's a fairly newer school (2002) and is at the complete opposite end of the spectrum from Oakwood Terrace where I spent my first eight years teaching both economically and academically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get back on at Oakwood mostly because I knew them, they knew me, I know the drill, etc... but they rezoned and actually lost a teacher unit. The cool part is when the principal at River Trails heard I was looking to come back she actually called and recruited me on the phone. All before I even submitted an application. That's a very nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara will be going to River Trails with me and Jordyn is on the waiting list to get into the district's full-day Core Knowledge (tuition-based) Pre-K program but will be with Suzy for now. I've been doing "new" teacher meetings and inservices and am quite sad to see my freedom running down the street but I am excited about change and new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is. I've gotta remember to use the crayons I have in my box to make the most beautiful drawing I can...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-647969428039698117?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/647969428039698117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=647969428039698117' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/647969428039698117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/647969428039698117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-to-face-music.html' title='Time to Face the Music'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKNVxFKZunI/AAAAAAAABJg/IG6woRRHyFk/s72-c/river+trails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4309636212345210572</id><published>2008-08-13T16:49:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:12:23.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 10th #2</title><content type='html'>I thought I would add to the CARA Worship today on your Birthday. I have added a few of my favorite pictures from the supply I have here at work. You are truly a blessing to our family. Yes we do consider you a miricle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love your Cotton Candy Mustache! Thanks for the picture Uncle Trent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234123932639605202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SKNX_DNasdI/AAAAAAAAABE/QwoE6snLVKs/s320/IMG_0453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is right before you got a bloody nose (from your knee). We still had fun though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234125837829929474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SKNZt8mL-gI/AAAAAAAAABc/x83u0ec77xM/s320/IMG_2551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was really cool you look just Hermione awesome costume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234124798748164706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SKNYxdtygmI/AAAAAAAAABU/RFeIjsxuyhk/s320/hermione4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you CARA! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4309636212345210572?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4309636212345210572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4309636212345210572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4309636212345210572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4309636212345210572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-10th-2.html' title='Happy 10th #2'/><author><name>b - boyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481322277026603199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmNYXhcWS8w/SKNX_DNasdI/AAAAAAAAABE/QwoE6snLVKs/s72-c/IMG_0453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-2143041549252066469</id><published>2008-08-13T06:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:44:24.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Digits Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 10th Birthday Cara!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been walking around for two weeks now giving us a countdown until your birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Four more days, Mom! Then I'll be 10, Mom. Don't you feel old, Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, honey. I still feel like I did on that day ten years ago when you came from heaven to join our family. It really does feel like yesterday. Your birth brought so much joy into our lives. Daddy and I weren't sure we would even be blessed with children so imagine our delight when we found out we were going to have a baby. You were our first miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJkh9K12FI/AAAAAAAABI0/ufOelqsNNsw/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233856251476432978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJkh9K12FI/AAAAAAAABI0/ufOelqsNNsw/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll spare you the newborn pictures. Those first few months are blurry in my memory... Feedings, diaper changes, gallons of spit-up and crying stand out though. By six months old you were much happier and so, so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233850507195633138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJfTmDkzfI/AAAAAAAABIU/uhp-vj1-D3U/s320/1Cara+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;By age two you were very talkative and already had many books memorized. "There's a Wocket in my Pocket" was a favorite. Your love for music and singing also started early on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJfTZ3NdjI/AAAAAAAABIM/u6u1hd8ROoU/s1600-h/2Cara+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233850503922546226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJfTZ3NdjI/AAAAAAAABIM/u6u1hd8ROoU/s320/2Cara+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When you had your tonsils out Grandma Davis flew down to help me because I was sure it would be traumatic for you... I was wrong! By the next day you were eating potato chips and we had this "pink" picture taken of you two days after your surgery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233870381090837970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJxYaFbldI/AAAAAAAABJU/u5-N0faXGo8/s400/5Cara+4th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fourth birthday party at Chelsea's Tea Room was so much fun! Even though you're not smiling in this photo it's one of my favorites of you. You have always been a child who doesn't ask for much. You're happy (most of the time) with whatever you are given and I appreciate that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233849113297869522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJeCdYc2tI/AAAAAAAABHs/rcUR5aas3BQ/s320/6Announcement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our special announcement for Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa was super fun. It's doubtful that anyone could have been more excited to be a big sister than you were! You told everyone and anyone who would listen what was coming up for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233849108990113314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJeCNVZtiI/AAAAAAAABHk/70PgoVbY_V0/s320/8Bluebonnet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233848525422500898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJdgPYCnCI/AAAAAAAABHU/-vaZwME9OB4/s320/CbScience+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I love that you love science! I'd like to think I had a little to do with that... It's really something that you are very gifted with. You love to ask "Why?" and that little question is the reason you are so smart. Don't ever stop wondering why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233869496832897026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJwk796MAI/AAAAAAAABJM/4RlY6zShP-E/s400/7Big+Sis1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJdC9UaoAI/AAAAAAAABHM/hE6zA9JZ__E/s1600-h/CCBig+Sis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233848022359252994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJdC9UaoAI/AAAAAAAABHM/hE6zA9JZ__E/s320/CCBig+Sis2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You take your role as big sister very seriously. Thank you for being a friend and example for Jordyn. She thinks you're fabulous, you know. So do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJb7CN8FPI/AAAAAAAABG0/2GCbKCb6Cnk/s1600-h/CFCara+HP+Party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233846786723681522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJb7CN8FPI/AAAAAAAABG0/2GCbKCb6Cnk/s320/CFCara+HP+Party.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sheer number of books you've read amazes me. I love that we share many of the same favorite books. You finished the Harry Potter series before you turned 9... I love that you'll bring a book into my room and just want to be near me while you read. That we have that connection is awesome, Cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJbmMFiyKI/AAAAAAAABGs/avTxuOX9-Cc/s1600-h/CGbaptism+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233846428595570850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJbmMFiyKI/AAAAAAAABGs/avTxuOX9-Cc/s320/CGbaptism+pic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are growing into a beautiful person but don't grow up too fast... You make me want to try harder to be a better mother and I love you for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233847320080132754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJcaFIBqpI/AAAAAAAABG8/JDKTWf6z1rg/s320/Cebb4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233854093926310034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJikXqzoJI/AAAAAAAABIs/tS0y83IjYAU/s320/cj+vball.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Thank you for being willing to try new things. You can do anything you want to do if you just work hard and continue to practice. Believe in yourself. Trust in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJaalGPhwI/AAAAAAAABGM/Ld61pzQW0Rs/s1600-h/ckbob+medal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233845129639331586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJaalGPhwI/AAAAAAAABGM/Ld61pzQW0Rs/s400/ckbob+medal.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday, Munchie. We love you all the way around the universe and back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-2143041549252066469?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2143041549252066469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=2143041549252066469' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2143041549252066469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2143041549252066469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/double-digits-already.html' title='Double Digits Already?'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKJkh9K12FI/AAAAAAAABI0/ufOelqsNNsw/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-3336693426483641762</id><published>2008-08-10T17:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:31:58.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case you missed my Olympic highlights...</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://flash.personiva.com/facetheglory/flashvideos/blgplayer.swf?blogid=A18FF54D-42B3-4B4D-899F-067EDF679522" width="425" height="294" wmode="transparent" menu="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.personiva.com/facetheglory/functions.aspx?writexml=15&amp;refurl=A18FF54D-42B3-4B4D-899F-067EDF679522" width="1" height="1" wmode="transparent" menu="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-3336693426483641762?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3336693426483641762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=3336693426483641762' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3336693426483641762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3336693426483641762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-in-case-you-missed-my-olympic.html' title='Just in case you missed my Olympic highlights...'/><author><name>b - boyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481322277026603199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-3311566803102413905</id><published>2008-08-04T17:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:11.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, What Do You Do In The Summertime??</title><content type='html'>Well if your last name begins with a B and ends with an OYER then you are at the pool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of our playgroup friends from our former ward all bought pool passes to the city pools this summer. It has been a sound investment! My original reasoning for spending the money on pool passes was that if we weren't at the house it wouldn't get messy - and to a certain extent that's been true. But even better than a clean house is water-loving kids who look much healthier with a little sunshine and always come home from the pool tired and ready for an early bedtime. ☺ It's nice that I get to socialize with my friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one week left of my summer before I'm going to be going back to work. We're going to enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230788323749881970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJd-RDxfaHI/AAAAAAAABFs/CyvxeQhlsaU/s400/pool+girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The 2008 swimming crew: Beans, Boyers, Jeffords, Koenigs, Petersons, Wurtz' (and Allens not pictured...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJd-pVRTmyI/AAAAAAAABF0/JvUdxX9MiHA/s1600-h/Howard+Morre+Pool+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230788740763589410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJd-pVRTmyI/AAAAAAAABF0/JvUdxX9MiHA/s400/Howard+Morre+Pool+2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-3311566803102413905?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3311566803102413905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=3311566803102413905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3311566803102413905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3311566803102413905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-what-do-you-do-in-summertime.html' title='Oh, What Do You Do In The Summertime??'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJd-RDxfaHI/AAAAAAAABFs/CyvxeQhlsaU/s72-c/pool+girls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4333779818692297978</id><published>2008-08-03T21:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:11.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Never-Ending Weekend...</title><content type='html'>It all started Friday with a 5 AM wake-up call to leave the house by 5:30 to get to my doctor's office in Dallas by 6 for a 7 AM appointment. Yes, you really do need to arrive that early... Normally when I have a 7 AM appointment I'm home by 10 but things went swimmingly and I made it home around 8:15. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out at Suzy's house for awhile since I had to pick up my children - Bryan dropped them off on his way to work... Went home to try to get some cleaning done because I knew I'd be otherwise engaged on Saturday. Then watched Suzy's kids while she ran some errands. The kids always play well together and get along great, so that's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to Jennie Jo's surprise party that was disguised as a "Game Night". It was a lot of fun and we ended up staying so long that afterward I just went to buy my copy of Breaking Dawn. Let's face it, it was the most important thing to do on my list that day, right? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230490483805563650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJZvYfhKqwI/AAAAAAAABFk/1TbPCcLM-so/s320/200px-Breaking_Dawn_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For such a big fan of the series, I had no game plan for getting my copy... My friend, Sandee, went to Borders and got a wristband. She asked how many people had reserved copies of Breaking Dawn and the clerk told her over 300! People with wristbands would be served after the reserved list was taken care of. My Twilight friends around here bailed out of going at midnight so I took myself to Wal-Mart. I'm not a huge fan of Wal-Mart. I can usually get better deals elsewhere... But I knew they would have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at 11:30 PM I expected to see a long line like there was for the Harry Potter release. I found nothing. No sign. No line. Nothing. I asked the clerk running the self-checking area if they would be releasing it at midnight. He didn't know what I was talking about so he radioed the manager who confirmed that they would have it up front by the registers. I stood there by myself for about 10 minutes and then was joined by another Twilight fan named Stephanie (who asked my age and felt better about herself since she was only 23 and I was obviously a much older fan...) and then Sandee came close to 11:55. I called to let her know there was no waiting behind 300+ others and I was home by 12:15! It was fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up until 3 AM reading and then woke at 7:30 to press forward. Minimal distractions and forced feedings by Bryan were the only interruptions and I finished around 3:15 PM on Saturday. There were a couple times during the book when I thought to myself, "Okay, this is where Stephenie Meyer will jump the shark..." but overall, I closed the book feeling pretty satisfied with the story and how it ended. We'll talk later about that, I don't want to spoil it for anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housework, dinner and preparing Sharing Time for the next day (yes, I waited to put the last parts of Sharing Time together until after I was finished with the book... Are my priorities out of whack? Nah...) then kept me up until 11 PM and we were up for church by 7 this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! I'm tired. I need to rest up before I start reading it again... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4333779818692297978?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4333779818692297978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4333779818692297978' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4333779818692297978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4333779818692297978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-ending-weekend.html' title='The Never-Ending Weekend...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJZvYfhKqwI/AAAAAAAABFk/1TbPCcLM-so/s72-c/200px-Breaking_Dawn_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-3813932252120458449</id><published>2008-07-30T10:13:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:15.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My friend, Suzy, has had her niece, Grace, &amp;amp; nephew, Curtis, staying with them for the last 3 weeks. They will be heading back to Utah soon and she wanted to do something "Texan" with them before they left. So I suggested the Stockyards. How is it that we can have lived here for nine years now and we've never been? We turned it into a fairly major field trip with three brave women 'herding' eight rambunctious children through downtown Fort Worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the train to Fort Worth and then transferred to a bus that took us to the Stockyards. You can buy a day pass to ride the trains and buses in any direction for $3 per person. That's a steal of a deal! The novelty of riding the train is always something the kids LOVE to do so to ride the train AND the bus for the kids was awesomeness supreme!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228848039566974754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJCZlp7jHyI/AAAAAAAABDc/okxaF4bIOfQ/s400/train+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;On the train with Gracie &amp;amp; Curtis. I think Cara was doing her 'tough girl' face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228841049705762258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJCTOyqxTdI/AAAAAAAABDU/uUEXSQV9-3E/s400/stockyards.JPG" border="0" /&gt; "The &lt;a href="http://www.fortworthstockyards.org/about_overview.aspx"&gt;Fort Worth Stockyards&lt;/a&gt; is the history book of the livestock industry in Texas and is a one of a kind location with many unique attractions. It is the only place in the United States that has a daily cattle drive! Texas Longhorns are driven down East Exchange Avenue which is right in the heart of the Stockyards. For the history buff, museums and historic locations are plentiful to learn about our great history, from cowboys to cattle. Along the way, there are &lt;a href="http://www.texastrailoffame.org/tour/indexexchange.htm"&gt;Texas Trail of Fame&lt;/a&gt; bronze makers in the sidewalks throughout the district." Cara loved to identify the stars and tell us what she learned about them in 4th grade. The cobblestone streets and rustic shops made you feel like you stepped back into the West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228975964839606370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJEN74tR-GI/AAAAAAAABEM/GzQLEqV6HuM/s400/cowboy+1a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This horse is named Gotch (as in got'cha) and his cowboy is the lead in the cattle drive.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228975964586859554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJEN73xBXCI/AAAAAAAABEU/vKNbUZuIJ4o/s400/cowboy+1b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids all got to pet and watch the cowboys do show tricks with their horses.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJEOl7fwaCI/AAAAAAAABEc/eEm8jqY0dO0/s1600-h/cowboy+2a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228976687142692898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJEOl7fwaCI/AAAAAAAABEc/eEm8jqY0dO0/s400/cowboy+2a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Lil' Texas and he was smiling for us in this picture. His cowboy cracked his whip over and over for the begging children.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228976695492743938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJEOmamkEwI/AAAAAAAABEs/mYDkiUNEluY/s400/kids+group1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We staked out a prime viewing bench and ate our sack lunches. This is right next to the Texas Cowboy Hall of fame and across from the Stockyards museum. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228977983709517682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJEPxZlYF3I/AAAAAAAABE0/TswEwFCOS1E/s400/kids+group2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Waiting for the cattle drive to start...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228853894787374834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJCe6eU4HvI/AAAAAAAABDk/ksvAxqUGbDA/s400/cattle+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here they come!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228975109767135250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJENKHUHgBI/AAAAAAAABD0/aDVWwjmfqho/s400/cattle+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Check out those longhorns! Aren't they cool? They were just feet away from the kids who were mesmerized.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228975120399409874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJENKu7DItI/AAAAAAAABD8/43oHIE1xKZ4/s400/cattle+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJEN7bUtFwI/AAAAAAAABEE/nxri1VvGHDE/s1600-h/cattle+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228975956951897858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJEN7bUtFwI/AAAAAAAABEE/nxri1VvGHDE/s400/cattle+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there they go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228977994864928402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJEPyDJCJpI/AAAAAAAABFE/WePvZXmiSFk/s400/water+tower.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The water tower for the train that still runs through the Stockyards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228977989119242610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJEPxtvJ8XI/AAAAAAAABE8/E13n6_tta8I/s400/stagecoach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thank goodness we didn't have to ride to Ft. Worth on one of these...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228976686101408130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJEOl3nfqYI/AAAAAAAABEk/jXZG34FDDXk/s400/cowgirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My cowgirls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228978000777282066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJEPyZKpghI/AAAAAAAABFM/uUfLcfDtrmA/s400/women+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Three tired mamas. Erin, Suzy &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a long, hot, fun, relatively cheap, and informational trip. I learned you can do the same train/bus deal to get to the Ft. Worth Zoo and the Botanical Gardens too. We'll have to do that with Bryan sometime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. I forgot my camera so all of these photos are courtesy of E &amp;amp; S. Thanks girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-3813932252120458449?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3813932252120458449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=3813932252120458449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3813932252120458449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3813932252120458449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/rollin-rollin-rollin.html' title='Rollin&apos; Rollin&apos; Rollin&apos;'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SJCZlp7jHyI/AAAAAAAABDc/okxaF4bIOfQ/s72-c/train+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-7965072846885901757</id><published>2008-07-23T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:08:51.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Your Mama?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" target="_blank" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter"&gt;&lt;img height="470" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/N/storage/site1/files/45/02/62/450262_181050348478846zo1ij99.JPG" width="435" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think this is no surprise to anyone... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNjgyNTQyMTY4NyZwdD*xMjE2ODI1NDQ4ODU5JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTI=.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-7965072846885901757?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7965072846885901757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=7965072846885901757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/7965072846885901757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/7965072846885901757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/whos-your-mama_23.html' title='Who&apos;s Your Mama?'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-2945481353751181660</id><published>2008-07-23T09:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:09:31.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Your Mama 2?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" target="_blank" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter"&gt;&lt;img height="470" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/N/storage/site1/files/44/70/62/447062_23670769347884k9mf4985.JPG" width="435" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;This one shocked me though...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-2945481353751181660?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2945481353751181660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=2945481353751181660' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2945481353751181660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2945481353751181660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/whos-your-mama.html' title='Who&apos;s Your Mama 2?'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-45855425016683560</id><published>2008-07-21T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:40:51.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me A to Z...</title><content type='html'>My niece, Amanda, tagged me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A = ADVOCATE FOR: Reading to your children&lt;br /&gt;B = BEST FEATURE: My eyes (but I've been told that my "long, slender fingers" are nice)&lt;br /&gt;C = COULDN'T DO WITHOUT: My family, Books, the pool&lt;br /&gt;D = DREAMS AND DESIRES: To be able to stay home for good, to be financially secure&lt;br /&gt;E= ESSENTIAL ITEM: my new handy, dandy planner&lt;br /&gt;F= FAVORITE PAST TIME: reading, playing with the kids&lt;br /&gt;G= GOOD AT: blowing bubbles, listening, making cookies&lt;br /&gt;H = HAVE NEVER TRIED: karaoke (don't even ask...)&lt;br /&gt;I = IF I HAD A MILLION DOLLARS: pay off debt, take the fam to Germany, Austrailia, Tahiti&lt;br /&gt;J = JUNKIE FOR: Junior mints&lt;br /&gt;K = KINDRED SPIRIT(s): my crafty club &amp;amp; Cara&lt;br /&gt;L = LITTLE KNOWN FACT: I used to wear 2 bras to play basketball in highschool. Imagine how many I'd need now...  no, dont...&lt;br /&gt;M = MEMORABLE MOMENT: April 25, 1996; August 13, 1998; November 19, 2003&lt;br /&gt;N = NEVER AGAIN WILL I: use expired sunscreen&lt;br /&gt;O = OCCASIONAL INDULGENCE: Cheesecake Factory's Crispy Chicken Costoletta&lt;br /&gt;P = not sure where the P went...&lt;br /&gt;Q = QUOTE: "Every day's an adventure!"&lt;br /&gt;R = REASON TO SMILE: Bryan's laugh&lt;br /&gt;S = SORRY ABOUT: forgetting Trent's birthday&lt;br /&gt;T = TAG SOME FRIENDS: anyone who wants to!&lt;br /&gt;U = UNINTERESTED IN: Lost, sorry guys...&lt;br /&gt;V = VERY SCARED OF: home invasion, public speaking, calling people I don't know&lt;br /&gt;W = WORST HABIT: singing like an opera singer when I yawn (according to Cara)&lt;br /&gt;X = X MARKS MY IDEAL VACATION SPOT: Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;Y = YESTERYEAR DECADE OF CHOICE: Live in the now, people!&lt;br /&gt;Z = ZODIAC SIGN: Aries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-45855425016683560?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/45855425016683560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=45855425016683560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/45855425016683560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/45855425016683560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-to-z.html' title='Me A to Z...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-2028127542946155097</id><published>2008-07-13T22:25:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:16.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Cheerleader</title><content type='html'>So, I was doing Sharing Time today in Primary about missionary work. I had a suitcase out and we were packing it with all of the things that a missionary needs to take with them when they leave; white shirts, name tags, ties, toothbrush, Preach My Gospel, scriptures etc... (I even threw in a teddy bear for a cheap laugh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I pulled out my scriptures I explained, "This was my first set of scriptures. I've had them for a long time. My parents gave them to me on the day I was baptized."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jordyn's reaction was classic... no hand... volume WAY up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"You did, Mama? Wow! You really did get baptized? Good job, Mama!! That's so great! Whoo-hoo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I did. Here's the evidence.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKIZ9CSQDCI/AAAAAAAABGE/CYbF2ZIYcPs/s1600-h/Hil+Baptism+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233774253334072354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKIZ9CSQDCI/AAAAAAAABGE/CYbF2ZIYcPs/s320/Hil+Baptism+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and I &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKIZ88JX-HI/AAAAAAAABF8/jfOV877KoGQ/s1600-h/Hil+Baptism+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233774251686230130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKIZ88JX-HI/AAAAAAAABF8/jfOV877KoGQ/s320/Hil+Baptism+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just before the baptism.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SHrIFhT_YKI/AAAAAAAABDE/4BDlz5_-7n0/s1600-h/My+Baptism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222706715056627874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SHrIFhT_YKI/AAAAAAAABDE/4BDlz5_-7n0/s400/My+Baptism.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of two photos I have of my Grandpa Davis. I love that he is giving bunny ears to my mother. ♥ My father must have taken this picture since he's not in it. My mom made my baptism dress and the skirt and matching vest I wore to be confirmed in. As a matter of fact, she made Krysta's, Alison's &amp;amp; Jillian's too. She was crafty like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-2028127542946155097?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2028127542946155097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=2028127542946155097' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2028127542946155097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2028127542946155097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-little-cheerleader.html' title='My Little Cheerleader'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SKIZ9CSQDCI/AAAAAAAABGE/CYbF2ZIYcPs/s72-c/Hil+Baptism+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-8132967078669938233</id><published>2008-07-11T09:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:16.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SHdr56HHF-I/AAAAAAAABCs/QZp5rSEiaA4/s1600-h/sunburn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221760935555176418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SHdr56HHF-I/AAAAAAAABCs/QZp5rSEiaA4/s400/sunburn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How is it we can go on a two week vacation with almost every day spent in the sun and water and the first day back in our Texas sun they get scorched? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was Tuesday night... Now they are golden brown... but seriously??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-8132967078669938233?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8132967078669938233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=8132967078669938233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8132967078669938233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8132967078669938233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-is-it-we-can-go-on-two-week.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SHdr56HHF-I/AAAAAAAABCs/QZp5rSEiaA4/s72-c/sunburn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-1766173871124997693</id><published>2008-07-08T23:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:39:02.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting Problems...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we've been gone for two and a half weeks and I have a problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much to blog about and no clue how to do it without going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been putting it off for two days and finally decided just to post a bunch of mini-posts with brief summaries... I'm going to try to put them on in order but we'll see if that works. Otherwise just keep reading until you get to something you've seen before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;☺ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Hil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-1766173871124997693?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1766173871124997693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=1766173871124997693' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1766173871124997693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1766173871124997693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/posting-problems.html' title='Posting Problems...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-6535088855919508690</id><published>2008-07-08T23:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:12:34.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thar's Oil in Them Thar Hills...</title><content type='html'>My parents and my nephew, Thomas, came down to Texas for a few days because Dad had to check on some business with his brother, Ted, and their land/oil business. So the girls and I met them up in Wichita Falls to take a tour of the ranch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a long time to wrap my brain around the fact that my grandparents actually lived on the land out there... it's miles of nothing... It was neat to have dad show us around and point out places he used to hang out. There was a stocked lake that we tried unsuccessfully to catch fish in and Thomas was in critter heaven - mainly bugs but also horses, cows, turtles and huge bullfrogs! I also was able to visit the grave sites of my maternal great-grandparents and my Grandma Davis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's birthday fell while they were here and I took her to get a pedicure. ☺ And I got to make Father's Day dinner for Dad and Bryan too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;noautoplay=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fhilboyer%2Falbumid%2F5220845071978213329%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-6535088855919508690?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6535088855919508690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=6535088855919508690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/6535088855919508690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/6535088855919508690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/thars-oil-in-them-thar-hills.html' title='Thar&apos;s Oil in Them Thar Hills...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-1334542030035329630</id><published>2008-07-08T21:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:04:09.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooele  (Too-will-uh)</title><content type='html'>We spent June 23-29th with my parents in the thriving metropolis of Tooele, Utah. That sleepy, little town is getting SO big. It's crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My folks always try to have some fun stuff planned for when we visit and this year was no exception. Highlights include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;: Chillin' with the fam. Sidewalk art. Sprinklers. Marathon Scrabble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;: Church History Museum of Art. (There is a fabulous children's exhibit called "I am a Child of God"!). Private BBQ and swim party at Jill &amp;amp; Jared's work HQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;: Hogle Zoo (see below post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;: We cleaned out the huge shed that has been storing mom &amp;amp; dad's things in boxes since they moved from Heidelberg in 1995. Found lots of childhood treasures and memories! Went to Amanda &amp;amp; Beau's endowment in Bountiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;: Wall*E. (not my favorite movie ever...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;noautoplay=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fhilboyer%2Falbumid%2F5220840467934907345%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-1334542030035329630?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1334542030035329630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=1334542030035329630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1334542030035329630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1334542030035329630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/tooele-too-will-uh.html' title='Tooele  (Too-will-uh)'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-6101213338518514785</id><published>2008-07-08T21:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:55:41.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Davis Family takes over Utah's Hogle Zoo...</title><content type='html'>We love to go to the zoo! It was a hot, sweaty day and by the end we were all tired but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must-see animals on the list were:&lt;br /&gt;Cara - The Ghost of the Bayou (white crocodile)&lt;br /&gt;Thomas - red pandas (just saw Kungfu Panda)&lt;br /&gt;Jordyn - elephants&lt;br /&gt;Rusty - zebras&lt;br /&gt;Tyson - giraffes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ran into an old friend from high school at the zoo. Our group split up for lunch and as I was just about finished eating, Cara came running up the hill to find me. "Mom, the umthanksforsharing lady is here!" What? She repeated herself 3 times before I figured out what she was talking about...  My friend, Sue Richardson's, blog is called 'Um, Thanks for Sharing' and she was at the zoo as well! She recognized the girls from photos on my blog and talked them into going to find me. :) Thank goodness I got to see her there as best laid plans to visit during the Boyer week fizzled out... It really was good to see you Sue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;noautoplay=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fhilboyer%2Falbumid%2F5220829311474729025%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-6101213338518514785?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6101213338518514785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=6101213338518514785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/6101213338518514785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/6101213338518514785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/davis-family-takes-over-utahs-hogle-zoo.html' title='The Davis Family takes over Utah&apos;s Hogle Zoo...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-3605002167549068129</id><published>2008-07-08T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:47:29.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few more Walker Wedding photos...</title><content type='html'>These were ones I took. The previous pictures were from DeAnn's computer since I wasn't able to upload my own. These were so good I couldn't resist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;noautoplay=1&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fhilboyer%2Falbumid%2F5220863558204667265%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-3605002167549068129?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3605002167549068129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=3605002167549068129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3605002167549068129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3605002167549068129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-more-walker-wedding-photos.html' title='A few more Walker Wedding photos...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-7674698510265344346</id><published>2008-07-08T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:39:44.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Lake 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;26 people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how many people we had crammed in ONE condo. There was a lot of love squished in there with us! ♥ (We were just missing Scott, on a mission in Taiwan, and Amanda &amp;amp; Beau, on their honeymoon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bear Lake 2008 Highlights&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet Skis&lt;br /&gt;ROOK&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;Mini-golf&lt;br /&gt;A better cooking duty plan :)&lt;br /&gt;Sandcastles&lt;br /&gt;Boyer family historical biographies&lt;br /&gt;Rip-stiks&lt;br /&gt;Family Baseball Game&lt;br /&gt;Staying up past midnight every night giggling&lt;br /&gt;GOLF tournament&lt;br /&gt;BGA (Boyer Golf Association T-Shirts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;noautoplay=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fhilboyer%2Falbumid%2F5220851264203580929%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-7674698510265344346?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7674698510265344346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=7674698510265344346' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/7674698510265344346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/7674698510265344346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/07/bear-lake-2008.html' title='Bear Lake 2008'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-1400229156130622557</id><published>2008-06-29T18:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:17.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walker Wedding #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SGgjsKdA-dI/AAAAAAAAAhU/nJapjfxbjPg/s1600-h/DSC_1862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SGgjsKdA-dI/AAAAAAAAAhU/nJapjfxbjPg/s320/DSC_1862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217459409935989202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My niece, Amanda, got married this week to a great guy named Beau Bramwell. They both took out their  endowments Thursday night in the Bountiful Temple.  Bryan &amp;amp; I had been in Tooele  since we arrived in Utah and hadn't seen any of the Boyer side yet. So when we met for the 5:30 session it was the first time we'd seen them for awhile. Could there be a better place for a family reunion?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SGgkcvL8XEI/AAAAAAAAAh0/9ghLhHs6zPY/s1600-h/DSC_1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SGgkcvL8XEI/AAAAAAAAAh0/9ghLhHs6zPY/s400/DSC_1639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217460244430216258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This cutie squeezed into a crack at the Salt Lake Temple where they were sealed on Saturday morning. It was a tear-jerker of a ceremony and the Temple Sealer gave some really great advice.  I can only remember a thing or two about our sealing so every time we get to attend someone else's  wedding, it's a nice reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was held up Provo canyon at Conrad's Ranch and was beautifully nestled up in the mountains. The food, family and fun  atmosphere was perfect.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SGgkcPnwdrI/AAAAAAAAAhs/CQHGPB6caYk/s1600-h/DSC_1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SGgkcPnwdrI/AAAAAAAAAhs/CQHGPB6caYk/s400/DSC_1659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217460235956942514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cara with her girl cousin closest to her age, Taylor. They always have fun together.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SGgkcDhXxfI/AAAAAAAAAhk/UNncgk6OyMI/s1600-h/DSC_1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SGgkcDhXxfI/AAAAAAAAAhk/UNncgk6OyMI/s400/DSC_1663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217460232708933106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jordyn followed Amanda around the whole night. She said Amanda looked like a princess and kept reminding anyone who would listen that "Amanda is MY cousin!".&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SGgkbtRKv3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/cwwZn3O622w/s1600-h/DSC_1775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SGgkbtRKv3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/cwwZn3O622w/s400/DSC_1775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217460226735390578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happy couple leaving under a bridge of sparklers. Congratulations Amanda &amp;amp; Beau!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-1400229156130622557?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1400229156130622557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=1400229156130622557' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1400229156130622557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1400229156130622557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/06/walker-wedding-2.html' title='Walker Wedding #2'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SGgjsKdA-dI/AAAAAAAAAhU/nJapjfxbjPg/s72-c/DSC_1862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-8068401020304728103</id><published>2008-06-28T23:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:56:51.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Holiday...</title><content type='html'>We've been in the thriving metropolis of Tooele (pronounced Two-Will-Uh), Utah for the past week, attended the wedding of our niece, Amanda, all day today and will be in Bear Lake all next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been very limited internet access for us and I'm SO tired tonight that I can't even think about true updates but I thought I'd throw it out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Hil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-8068401020304728103?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8068401020304728103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=8068401020304728103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8068401020304728103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8068401020304728103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-holiday.html' title='On Holiday...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-1817329608719971994</id><published>2008-06-17T13:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:17.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A great man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SFgJUEvaAlI/AAAAAAAAAg8/KyFSAVZRdDE/s1600-h/1213551142VanDrimmelen,%2520Robert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212926809155961426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SFgJUEvaAlI/AAAAAAAAAg8/KyFSAVZRdDE/s320/1213551142VanDrimmelen,%2520Robert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend, Aubrey's, father, Bob VanDrimmelen, passed away suddenly on Saturday afternoon. We just got back from his funeral service today. I love the fact that in our church a funeral is always a celebration of life and an "I'll see you soon" and not really a goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey and I have been friends for a long time. Her husband, Jon, was our home teacher for at least a year. The first time he came over Cara, who was still pretty young, decided to hit him in the head with an empty 2-liter bottle. Nice, I know. Can you believe he kept coming every month? Jon &amp;amp; Bryan worked together for a year in an accounting office here in Arlington. Our kids love and play with each other very easily. When I needed a babysitter quick I could always call Aubrey. When we wanted to get out of the house, they were always up for a game night. They moved to Ft. Worth two years ago and we don't see them nearly often enough but one easy way we kept in touch was through her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob was the stake Sunday School President. Jody is the stake Relief Society President. When our stake got all crazily realigned in April, we were lucky enough to end up in their ward. The Vans had us over for dinner just last month. Sister Van is someone who can make the impossible look easy. She's a fabulous public speaker. She is service-driven and always has a smile, hug and a "How are you, sweetie?" for me.  In a ward that we knew practically no one in, that was exactly what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Van was a master teacher. He had a knack for making you look at things in a completely different way than you'd have ever thought of. One time (before the realignment) he was teaching Gospel Doctrine (for his calling) in our ward. I'd read the assigned chapters ahead of time and was all prepared for what I thought the lesson would be... He turned it all around and asked how the temple related to the chapters. It was an "a-ha" moment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the number of people and cars at the church today you'd have thought it was Stake Conference. It was obvious to anyone there that Brother Van has touched many lives for good. I'm thankful that I got the chance to know and love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things like this happen close to home it is always a good time for reflection and self-analysis. I've spent a lot of time thinking about my own parent's mortality as well as the things I can work on in my life to be more like Christ. Life is a blessing indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-1817329608719971994?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1817329608719971994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=1817329608719971994' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1817329608719971994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1817329608719971994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-man.html' title='A great man'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SFgJUEvaAlI/AAAAAAAAAg8/KyFSAVZRdDE/s72-c/1213551142VanDrimmelen,%2520Robert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4649214521160635246</id><published>2008-06-10T15:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:17.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure what to think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night I had a weird dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dreamt that Paris Hilton dyed huge chunks of my hair multiple neon colors. I know, odd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then her mother came to comfort me (as I was clearly distraught) and combed through my hair with a magic brush that erased all the colors. Her words, "That Paris! She's always such a kidder."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210724605833398866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SFA2a-EWSlI/AAAAAAAAAgs/9y4hG36Fqz4/s320/nm_paris_hilton_070425_ms1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't normally remember my dreams. It's rare indeed when I do. Wonder why this one stayed with me??? Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4649214521160635246?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4649214521160635246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4649214521160635246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4649214521160635246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4649214521160635246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-sure-what-to-think.html' title='Not sure what to think...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SFA2a-EWSlI/AAAAAAAAAgs/9y4hG36Fqz4/s72-c/nm_paris_hilton_070425_ms1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-819464263205223597</id><published>2008-06-05T11:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:17.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of 4th Grade Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEgaElaQfZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/h0IaZElVFN4/s1600-h/4th+grade+pool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208441635118022034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEgaElaQfZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/h0IaZElVFN4/s400/4th+grade+pool.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 4th grade teachers rented a 21-ft. water slide for the last day of school party. How cool is that? I doubt we'd have been allowed to do that at the school I was teaching at... They're also having a blow-out pizza party for lunch. Can you say excited? Cara was!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here she is going down the slide. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b9c40f4e90e5f37a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db9c40f4e90e5f37a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329900325%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85C87C28447B223AB51F1E3F5FF8A7D4544499C1.61C221B0BD91CB0EA8CB2DCC8894249DDED68EAB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db9c40f4e90e5f37a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7wrQvxF9FXnhvSetXXVIZ-_-550&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db9c40f4e90e5f37a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329900325%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85C87C28447B223AB51F1E3F5FF8A7D4544499C1.61C221B0BD91CB0EA8CB2DCC8894249DDED68EAB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db9c40f4e90e5f37a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7wrQvxF9FXnhvSetXXVIZ-_-550&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-819464263205223597?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b9c40f4e90e5f37a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/819464263205223597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=819464263205223597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/819464263205223597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/819464263205223597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-day-of-4th-grade-party.html' title='Last Day of 4th Grade Party!'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEgaElaQfZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/h0IaZElVFN4/s72-c/4th+grade+pool.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-1893016819488686712</id><published>2008-06-04T21:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:18.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Word Memoir Tag</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://samanthaleelee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Samantha&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for this one, but really &lt;a href="http://tobiwilkinson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tobi &lt;/a&gt;started it all...♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ernest Hemingway once bet ten dollars that he could sum up his life in six words. His words were- &lt;p&gt;For Sale: baby shoes, never worn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are the rules of this tag: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write your own six word memoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post and to this original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag five more blogs with links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. And don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My six word memoir:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Reading is my drug of choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208211564714802034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdI0uXoO3I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/VX6GXz5r7jc/s400/IMG_0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's true. Ask Bryan. The pile of books next to my bed is another testament. I must have a book to read at all times. I think, truthfully, it may be a little bit of escapism but that's okay with me. It can get really bad when it's a long-awaited book like each of the Harry Potter books were for me. When Breaking Dawn finally arrives (like my friend Suzy says), I'll put out a bowl of Cheese Puffs and my family is on their own until I've devoured the book!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I tag:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevinerinjacob.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlesomething.wordpress.com/"&gt;Courtney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jbdowdle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://suerichardson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gormleygabs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Aubrey, you're tagged too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;smile&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-1893016819488686712?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1893016819488686712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=1893016819488686712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1893016819488686712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1893016819488686712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/06/six-word-memoir-tag.html' title='Six Word Memoir Tag'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdI0uXoO3I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/VX6GXz5r7jc/s72-c/IMG_0261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-8729080297706856379</id><published>2008-06-03T10:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:18.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the thought that counts...</title><content type='html'>Cara and I tried to make an "end-of-the-year, you-are-great, thanks-for-all-your-love" gift for her teacher. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what it was supposed to look like (and it was pretty close):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207686123362774626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEVq8AzE7mI/AAAAAAAAAgI/R06t9Js5EKk/s400/real+pop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After two days of planning, baking, freezing, and dipping we finished them last night. This is what it looked like when we woke up this morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207685510189187634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEVqYUjGgjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9E8U-iIKZtc/s400/cupcake+pop+fiasco.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought they'd be really cute in a flower pot with the green foam covered in bright paper crinkles, and they were - last night... I'm relieved they fell apart at my house instead of on her desk today although I'm sure it would have been a funny sight to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207685518861457266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEVqY02u13I/AAAAAAAAAgA/wLBQbhu58C4/s400/cupcake+pop2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess those little suckers were pretty heavy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plan B is to put a nice plant in the flower pot now and give that to her tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between the cost of supplies for the cupcake pops and now the future plant, I should've just gotten her a giftcard to her favorite store or something... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-your-cupcakes-pop.html"&gt;Here are directions&lt;/a&gt; to make cupcake pops if you get the itch! There's even a video tutorial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-8729080297706856379?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8729080297706856379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=8729080297706856379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8729080297706856379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8729080297706856379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-thought-that-counts.html' title='It&apos;s the thought that counts...'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEVq8AzE7mI/AAAAAAAAAgI/R06t9Js5EKk/s72-c/real+pop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4927783039927610446</id><published>2008-05-28T15:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:19.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKS-Schmacks</title><content type='html'>Cara got her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt; test (state mandated tests &lt;em&gt;supposedly&lt;/em&gt; to help No Child be Left Behind... don't get me started...) results on Friday and did very well. In fourth grade there are three tests - Writing, Math, &amp;amp; Reading. She scored 'commended' on all three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;At her school last year, they gave medals to the students who earned commended on their tests. At her new school, this year, they don't do that... So, I did. Two months ago. I knew she'd do well and I wanted her to feel like her hard work didn't go unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a little family award ceremony and Bryan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jordyn&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I each put a medal around her neck. Cara beamed from ear to ear. I secretly felt kind of dorky about it until she said, "Mom, if you ordered these for me that long ago that means you really believed in me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course I do, silly, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nothing's&lt;/span&gt; better than believing in yourself. You go girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205532241382386434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SD3D_lJwqwI/AAAAAAAAAfo/er3R-3Smg8M/s400/Cara%2Bmedals.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205530596409912034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SD3Cf1JwquI/AAAAAAAAAfY/nlIxnkvAvew/s400/Cara+and+Jordyn+medals.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4927783039927610446?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4927783039927610446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4927783039927610446' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4927783039927610446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4927783039927610446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/05/taks-schmacks.html' title='TAKS-Schmacks'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SD3D_lJwqwI/AAAAAAAAAfo/er3R-3Smg8M/s72-c/Cara%2Bmedals.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-2153920859467509359</id><published>2008-05-28T15:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:19.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eureka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SD26Q1JwqsI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Cfj5si3P1hg/s1600-h/dishwasher+garbage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205521542618852034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SD26Q1JwqsI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Cfj5si3P1hg/s400/dishwasher+garbage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was one of those "Why didn't I think of this ten years ago?" moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning out garbage cans is disgusting and gross. Who likes doing that? Who &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; to do that? Not me. We try to put grocery sack liners in the garbage cans but it doesn't always happen and then you have who-knows-what in there... gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I emptied out the dishwasher, I had a flash of brilliance and loaded in the garbage cans. Two of them were too tall to slide under the top rack but I was not to be defeated. I removed the top rack swiftly and let out a triumphant cry! I will win this one! (But who knew that top rack could be so heavy??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally worked. &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-2153920859467509359?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2153920859467509359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=2153920859467509359' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2153920859467509359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/2153920859467509359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/05/eureka.html' title='Eureka!'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SD26Q1JwqsI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Cfj5si3P1hg/s72-c/dishwasher+garbage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-8474282632203056093</id><published>2008-05-28T14:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:19.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shots Stink - Big Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I finally took Jordyn to her four-year-old check-up. Things get crazy around her birthday in November and then I've been dealing with my own health issues that I sort of forgot to get her well-child exam until yesterday. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She probably would have been okay with missing it after one finger prick to see if she was anemic (she's not), a TB test in her forearm (gotta call them back tomorrow with results), 2 shots in her left leg and 3 more in her right leg. That's seven ouchies in case you were counting. It was not fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to see the logic in getting them all over with in one visit but, man, that's a lot of trauma for a visit to the doctor when 20 seconds ago you were feeling just fine, thank you very much. You know? They asked me to hold her arms still while they did the injections so, of course, Jordyn is staring into my face with such betrayal in her eyes. It was a sad, sad moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205514928369216178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SD20P1JwqrI/AAAAAAAAAfA/zfunSMtncdc/s400/bruise.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can see where three of her shots ended up along with nice bruise...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes growing up sure stinks. Jordyn didn't cry long at all and she left the office laughing, actually, because they gave her six stickers as a reward for being such a big girl. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-8474282632203056093?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8474282632203056093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=8474282632203056093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8474282632203056093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8474282632203056093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/05/shots-stink-big-time.html' title='Shots Stink - Big Time'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SD20P1JwqrI/AAAAAAAAAfA/zfunSMtncdc/s72-c/bruise.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4691083848914396901</id><published>2008-05-20T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:21.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out to the Ballpark</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202581037112772690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SDNH44hKSFI/AAAAAAAAAdo/54eMM5m_bfg/s400/ameriquestfield.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I got to go with Cara's 4th grade class on a field trip to the &lt;a href="http://texas.rangers.mlb.com/index.jsp?c_id=tex"&gt;Rangers Ballpark in Arlington &lt;/a&gt;where the MLB Texas Rangers play. We've been fortunate enough to attend our fair share of games at the Ballpark but this was a visit providing quite an inside look for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tour guide, Darwin, admitted to us after the tour that he'd only been working there for 5 weeks but you would never had known it. He was full of baseball trivia and information. He worked very well with the kids and answered any questions thrown at him like a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SDNIlohKSGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/DtxtCGTHXSc/s1600-h/Press+Box.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202581805911918690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SDNIlohKSGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/DtxtCGTHXSc/s400/Press+Box.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the press box. It had three levels of desks and computer ports for the media. The kids got to see where all the announcing and reporting of the games happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SDNIl4hKSHI/AAAAAAAAAd4/KKWV5Tnc6XA/s1600-h/Locker+Room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202581810206886002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SDNIl4hKSHI/AAAAAAAAAd4/KKWV5Tnc6XA/s400/Locker+Room.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the locker room. Tourguide Darwin is on the left. The kids thought it was cool that the major league players relaxed in there by playing video games and cards. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SDNImYhKSII/AAAAAAAAAeA/omJ_6ZiQ_Pc/s1600-h/Locker+Room2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202581818796820610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SDNImYhKSII/AAAAAAAAAeA/omJ_6ZiQ_Pc/s400/Locker+Room2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The team is away for a few games so their lockers were not very full. Michael Young's cubby is the corner there with the orange boxes of shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202582742214789298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SDNJcIhKSLI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vaWxBYve-Gc/s400/Dugout+kids.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids loved being in the dugout. Darwin explained to them all about the bull pen telephones and showed them where the manager, Ron Washington, sits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202582750804723906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SDNJcohKSMI/AAAAAAAAAeg/zmqjqGFEMAA/s400/Dugout+view.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They didn't get to go on the field, (it was being aerated anyway...) but they stood at the edge of the dugout looking out and tried to imagine what it would feel like with the stadium full of cheering fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SDNImohKSJI/AAAAAAAAAeI/48TTGUcxwoc/s1600-h/Sweet+spot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202581823091787922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SDNImohKSJI/AAAAAAAAAeI/48TTGUcxwoc/s400/Sweet+spot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They also got to go to the &lt;a href="http://texas.rangers.mlb.com/tex/ballpark/museum.jsp"&gt;Legends of the Game Museum &lt;/a&gt;at the Ballpark. The whole upper level is a discovery kids zone. Cara was trying to find the "sweet spot" on a bat by tapping on it with a wooden hammer in the above photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SDNInYhKSKI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/kgJPLs_y1BU/s1600-h/Cara%2BJohnny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202581835976689826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SDNInYhKSKI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/kgJPLs_y1BU/s400/Cara%2BJohnny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cara, the catcher, and her friend, Johnny, posing in a fun cut-out scene. In the lower two levels of the museum are many, many displays with some really cool baseball memorabilia. "Legends of the Game features the largest collection of baseball-related artifacts outside of Cooperstown! With over 100 items from the National Baseball Hall of Fame, the story of baseball's greatest legends is told through their jerseys, bats, gloves, words of wisdom, and more. Imagine coming face to face with items that were once in the hands of Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Roberto Clemente, Hank Aaron, Ty Cobb, and many others." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202582755099691218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SDNJc4hKSNI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Yyv0dFnVdWQ/s400/Babe+Ruth.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of Babe Ruth's actual jerseys, bats, &amp;amp; shoes. Very cool. Tourguide Darwin told the kids about Babe playing baseball with a lettuce leaf under his ball cap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;P&gt;After the museum, the kids had lunch on Home Run Porch and got to ask any other questions they could come up with. It was a great day for a field trip and was lots of fun!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202582763689625826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SDNJdYhKSOI/AAAAAAAAAew/4plZQeo93iU/s400/Rangers.JPG" border="0" /&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/8893329106485057150-4691083848914396901?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4691083848914396901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4691083848914396901' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4691083848914396901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4691083848914396901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-me-out-to-ballpark.html' title='Take Me Out to the Ballpark'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SDNH44hKSFI/AAAAAAAAAdo/54eMM5m_bfg/s72-c/ameriquestfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-9215202643923537446</id><published>2008-05-16T11:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:21.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Day Fun</title><content type='html'>After being rained-out yesterday, Cara's field day was this morning. She competed in three events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tennis-Ups (stand inside a hula hoop and bounce a tennis ball on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;racket&lt;/span&gt; as many times as you can.) - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1st place Blue Ribbon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hula Hoop - good effort!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Class Tug-of-War - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1st place Blue Ribbon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SC2064hKSCI/AAAAAAAAAdE/JZfEMGEjkxM/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201012068379674658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SC2064hKSCI/AAAAAAAAAdE/JZfEMGEjkxM/s400/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each class made their own t-shirts with team names. Cara's teacher is Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gant&lt;/span&gt; so they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gant's&lt;/span&gt; Gators. I thought that was a pretty cute idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201012317487777842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SC21JYhKSDI/AAAAAAAAAdM/3QNSewH1xQk/s400/IMG_0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was a beautiful day for a nice tug-of-war...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201012613840521282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SC21aohKSEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/HuqcAO3n8ms/s400/IMG_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And of course, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jordyn&lt;/span&gt; had to be right up in the action and watched all of the competition going on with a front row seat by Cara.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good job, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Munchie&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-9215202643923537446?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/9215202643923537446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=9215202643923537446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/9215202643923537446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/9215202643923537446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/05/field-day-fun.html' title='Field Day Fun'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SC2064hKSCI/AAAAAAAAAdE/JZfEMGEjkxM/s72-c/IMG_0149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-3462200414050012016</id><published>2008-05-15T13:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:38:39.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordyn's Latest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night as I was getting Jordy ready for bed she had me laughing so hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordyn&lt;/strong&gt;: Mom, I have one big boobie and one little boobie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Really? Hmm... You do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordyn&lt;/strong&gt;: (Very seriously) Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh. (pause) Which one is your big boobie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordyn&lt;/strong&gt;: (Pointing at her chest) This one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay. Which one is your little boobie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordyn&lt;/strong&gt;: (Chin on her chest, looking down) Hey! Where did that other one go??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-3462200414050012016?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3462200414050012016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=3462200414050012016' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3462200414050012016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3462200414050012016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/05/jordyns-latest.html' title='Jordyn&apos;s Latest'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-3868823637235012561</id><published>2008-05-14T09:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:43:12.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth Criminal Walrus</title><content type='html'>I hate it when animals can dance better than me... This walrus has skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDg7kWgs5e0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDg7kWgs5e0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-3868823637235012561?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3868823637235012561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=3868823637235012561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3868823637235012561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/3868823637235012561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/05/smooth-criminal-walrus.html' title='Smooth Criminal Walrus'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4436859940732717731</id><published>2008-05-12T22:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:22.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Depression?</title><content type='html'>Mother's Day is supposed to celebrate mothers. And it does. But sometimes Mother's Day depresses me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;In some sick way I feel guilty getting so much attention. I look at my husband and children who just love and hug all over me, telling me how great I am and making me crowns and homemade cards and in my head I'm thinking, "Yes, I know you think I'm great but &lt;strong&gt;I could be so much better&lt;/strong&gt;..." I know thoughts like that aren't coming from heaven but it doesn't change the fact that I have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bryan and the girls really spoiled me this year... Two dozen roses, fabulous breakfast of waffles with ice cream and berries, roast for dinner, funny cards and a game for the Wii that I've been wanting (Guitar Hero!!). Don't misunderstand, it was all terrific ~ I just felt like I didn't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My house seems to be in a constant state of disarray, I'm tired all the time, Jordyn's been watching her fair share of videos if you know what I mean... I have good days where I get tons done and I feel like I've really accomplished something but, lately, those days are few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I look at my two beautiful children and I squint really hard and try to imagine seeing them the way the Lord might look upon them. They make me want to "Try a little harder to be a little better." Cara is smart, loving, compassionate, very open to the spirit, and is gaining more and more confidence in herself every day. She is a huge blessing in my life. Jordyn is funny, very musically inclined, independent, affectionate and so forgiving it sometimes makes my heart hurt. The last few nights they've been sleeping in the same bed for some strange reason that I've yet to figure out... They truly love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then I think, "Maybe I am doing something right..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199705131306338322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SCkQRIhKSBI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6BaV_2EBoFU/s400/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-4436859940732717731?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4436859940732717731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4436859940732717731' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4436859940732717731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4436859940732717731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-depression.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Depression?'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SCkQRIhKSBI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6BaV_2EBoFU/s72-c/IMG_0137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-4620722474250091087</id><published>2008-05-07T14:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:23.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Believe in Magic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SCIDNrGiD-I/AAAAAAAAAcc/AHOYkoRqTRg/s1600-h/mr+clean+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197720453382279138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SCIDNrGiD-I/AAAAAAAAAcc/AHOYkoRqTRg/s320/mr+clean+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate, hate, hate my kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kitchen sink should be one of the cleanest surfaces in our home. Unfortunately, quite often, the kitchen sink is full of germs. After all, the kitchen sink sees a lot of action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rinse our fruits, vegetables, fish, meat, poultry, and almost anything we can think of in the sink. I drain pots and pans into the sink. I wash dishes, glasses, and silverware in the sink. I rinse out paint brushes and other crafty items that need cleaning in the sink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've even tossed a child in the kitchen sink for a quick nighttime bath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can never keep it clean enough... It's an old iron/porcelain sink with numerous chunks of missing porcelain. It has a weird brass? drain on one side that is mysteriously multi-colored and difficult to clean. It seems like my sink's favorite thing to do is absorb stains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tried comet, soft scrub, and, as the &lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net/"&gt;Fly Lady &lt;/a&gt;reccommends, even soaked it with bleach but nothing worked. That is, until my friend, Mr. Clean Magic Eraser, came to visit. This thing ROCKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quick swipe with the Magic Eraser and the yucky grime that used to be impossible to get rid of is gone! I know the 'after' photo still doesn't look that great but it really is a 100% improvement! My bathtubs come clean. Scuff marks are removed from doors so easily. The grossness that can sometimes build up on the lightswitches - gone! I love me some Mr. Clean. It's a piece of foam heaven. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SCIBx7GiD7I/AAAAAAAAAcE/gaI7fJgeaeM/s1600-h/mr+clean+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197718877129281458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SCIBx7GiD7I/AAAAAAAAAcE/gaI7fJgeaeM/s400/mr+clean+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;** A side note: The magic eraser should &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; be used to clean people... I heard about a child with "chemical burns" from a magic eraser and looked it up online. Apparently it's similar to a very fine sandpaper and the burns were actually caused by friction, not by any chemicals in the Magic Eraser.  The company insists they are non-toxic. **&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/8893329106485057150-4620722474250091087?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4620722474250091087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=4620722474250091087' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4620722474250091087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/4620722474250091087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-believe-in-magic.html' title='Do You Believe in Magic?'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SCIDNrGiD-I/AAAAAAAAAcc/AHOYkoRqTRg/s72-c/mr+clean+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-8848843114022012300</id><published>2008-05-02T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:23.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Man Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SBsoKUBFGOI/AAAAAAAAAbs/n5AjdkQivao/s1600-h/iron+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195790752739039458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SBsoKUBFGOI/AAAAAAAAAbs/n5AjdkQivao/s400/iron+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We saw Iron Man last night with Brandon &amp;amp; Suzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never read the comic book and actually don't remember seeing any previews for the film either but they said, "Free movie?" and Bryan &amp;amp; I said, "Heck, yes!".  I guess that's my way of saying that I had no expectations of what the movie should or shouldn't be, as opposed to, say, a Harry Potter film or the upcoming Twilight movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words: Awesome!  Okay, that was one word - but still... Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Downey Jr. was great in this role. His dry humor and wit were perfect. Jeff Bridges was fabulous and I loved the bald look he's sporting. It had action and laughter. It had brains and brawn. Great, great movie!  If you're looking for something to do this weekend - check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you happen to see it at Studio Movie Grill, I highly recommend the Brownie Sundae. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TB4loah_sXw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TB4loah_sXw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-8848843114022012300?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8848843114022012300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=8848843114022012300' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8848843114022012300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/8848843114022012300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/05/iron-man-fan.html' title='Iron Man Fan'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SBsoKUBFGOI/AAAAAAAAAbs/n5AjdkQivao/s72-c/iron+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893329106485057150.post-1623845849403651309</id><published>2008-05-01T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:24.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Love Story</title><content type='html'>Bryan &amp;amp; I recently celebrated our 12th wedding anniversary. Twelve years already? TWELVE? A dozen years gone by and it feels like yesterday that we were newlyweds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met while I was attending BYU and Bryan was going to UVSC. He lived in an aprtment that was very close to the Y and, therefore, he and I were in the same BYU student ward, the 3rd ward. It might seem a little strange but in most BYU wards they divided the wards into 'families' so that you can have Family Home Evenings. Bryan was the FHE 'dad' and my roommate, Mindy, was the FHE 'mom' so we frequently met together at our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our kitchen window we could actually see directly into Bryan's apartment living room. It was a little difficult to see anything past a disconcerting hazy (dirty!) spot that clouded much of the window but that didn't stop us from looking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate, Aleena, had a huge crush on Bryan's roommate, Jeff, so she talked me into asking them out on a double date. Bryan and I had a lot in common and, of course, I thought he was cute so I agreed. We planned this whole elaborate date, (BYU-style, if you know what I mean - and if you don't it means cheesy...) that revolved around the letter B. We made them a poster with some sort of poem on it to ask them out detailing our plans for Bowling, Banana splits, and Blockbuster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my scrapbooking friends know how painful it is for me to actually post the following layout I made of our first date with my horrible handwriting and extensive use of markers... but, embarrassing as it is, I am glad I have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SBoAlkBFGLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GQ2S3sdgGwk/s1600-h/first+date.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195465765448652978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SBoAlkBFGLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GQ2S3sdgGwk/s400/first+date.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was another group of people at Regal Lanes that night on a video scavenger hunt who were looking for people on their first date. They talked to us for awhile and documented the action. I've always thought it would be so cool to find that tape someday... This was probably the only time in my life that I had a higher bowling score than him. Bryan absolutely LOVES to tell people that I asked him out first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, Aleena and Jeff never went out on another date but Bryan and I saw each other every day after that. He was very upfront and honest about his medical issues. He'd just finished a round of chemotherapy and had lupus which was wreaking havoc on his body. (It's actually a tremendous miracle and blessing that we have children now.) I did have people question the decision to be with him but I gave them all the same answer, "You don't choose who you fall in love with." I knew this was &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; very early on and so did Bryan. We were engaged in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in January, maybe February?, Bryan's kidneys failed and he was put on dialysis. The doctors did surgery to make a &lt;a href="http://www.vascularweb.org/patients/NorthPoint/Dialysis_Access.html"&gt;fistula&lt;/a&gt; in his arm but until it was healed and large enough to work he had these tubes inserted into his jugular sticking out of his neck that they did dialysis through. They are a little hard to see but maybe you can see them in this photo. It was fun to see the different looks Bryan would get when we went out in public... many, many double takes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SBoAnEBFGMI/AAAAAAAAAbc/7ikUD-Npm4w/s1600-h/neck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195465791218456770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SBoAnEBFGMI/AAAAAAAAAbc/7ikUD-Npm4w/s400/neck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His health improved very quickly on dialysis and we continued to make plans for an April wedding. The dialysis tubes were a challenge to avoid in our engagement picture but I told the doctors they had to OUT by our wedding day! They did remove them the day before... phew!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our wedding day was the best day of my life. Nothing went wrong, all of the people we love were there, and my parents didn't have to set up or clean up! I loved every minute of it! It feels like yesterday, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SBoAnUBFGNI/AAAAAAAAAbk/mLJZNGMF1EI/s1600-h/wedding+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195465795513424082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SBoAnUBFGNI/AAAAAAAAAbk/mLJZNGMF1EI/s400/wedding+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since then we've gone through our share of challenges:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bryan's many other surgeries (his kidney transplant - 6 months after our wedding, appendectomy, removal of his fistula, a hernia or two, removal of a non-functioning kidney, and more I'm sure I'm forgetting...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The house above our apartment burning down in Dec. 1996 and smoke-damging everything we owned and, no, we did not have renter's insurance... lesson learned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unemployment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bryan's long and drawn-out college career&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moving so far away from our families&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;But we've weathered them together, hon. So here's to the next twelve!! I love you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(To all my blogging friends: I'd love to read about your love story sometime!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893329106485057150-1623845849403651309?l=hilboyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1623845849403651309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893329106485057150&amp;postID=1623845849403651309' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1623845849403651309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893329106485057150/posts/default/1623845849403651309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilboyer.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-love-story.html' title='Our Love Story'/><author><name>Hil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00842560219085133409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SEdR5XDF_oI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8APr463ltss/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdtdEB-ipT8/SBoAlkBFGLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GQ2S3sdgGwk/s72-c/first+date.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
