tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65194238211905188802024-03-19T01:26:33.422-06:00101things to do before i kick the bucketUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519423821190518880.post-87442098442906637142011-02-01T21:41:00.000-07:002011-02-01T21:41:53.748-07:008...in progressI am working on completing number 8 on the list :<span style="font-size: large;"> graduate from college</span><br />
I finally decided on my major which is <span style="font-size: large;">Graphic Design</span>.<br />
To keep me and others around me motivated I created the blog <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.graphicgoolay.blogspot.com/">Graphic Goolay</a></span>.<br />
Feel free to follow along with me on my journey to become a college graduate!Aly Sharettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05950717814257327350noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519423821190518880.post-26801263274165272302010-12-01T10:17:00.002-07:002010-12-01T10:19:31.899-07:00in the works<div style="text-align: center;">I know it may seem like I have forgotten about my list of goals, but trust me I have not. Most of the items on my list are not things that just happen over night or in one day, they take time. So, there will be future posts to come about the things I have accomplished, but for now they are in the works.<br /></div>Aly Sharettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05950717814257327350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519423821190518880.post-90722786952301861542010-06-12T12:19:00.005-06:002011-07-06T19:32:50.002-06:0033. Own A Dog.<div style="text-align: center;">I am thrilled to introduce to you the latest addition to the new Sharette family, LUCY! She is a boxer and is just over 9 weeks old. She is so perfect. We purchased/rescued her from a family in Kearns. She was the most playful of the litter, but would also snuggle me. I loved her right away.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoonHIfKvF0v9I9FK5EJ5sAcz7d-n9HLCf7yexhYdKOXvsCiqbRurvv8P1U6KemtpKUzVNpX9mjuIquB5AEqIY1G2ppqMfQfCTDE7WfgwbgxPQe6zXSnjgziLWG6NtSrf6y-kTfZpceTk/s1600/P6043731.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481954265472095138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoonHIfKvF0v9I9FK5EJ5sAcz7d-n9HLCf7yexhYdKOXvsCiqbRurvv8P1U6KemtpKUzVNpX9mjuIquB5AEqIY1G2ppqMfQfCTDE7WfgwbgxPQe6zXSnjgziLWG6NtSrf6y-kTfZpceTk/s640/P6043731.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /></a>David and I were both so excited. She was all we could think about, and could not wait to go get her. We bought her all the necessary things a new pup needs, a kennel, collar, food, toys, treats, brush, shampoo, etc. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwe42bjPg-_npWDGpZZNguTndBfHr3jWhd72mlBU5r1_hVH6NhVb-sKoDUIKibZb2aTcUjKwNbV7mWLoC7EHao9iV2CJiK5o7AhqNvcNRPDSkERWi0Su7f5za5-w28lSZ8N2rzgrnLD6I/s1600/P6063733.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481954051741631490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwe42bjPg-_npWDGpZZNguTndBfHr3jWhd72mlBU5r1_hVH6NhVb-sKoDUIKibZb2aTcUjKwNbV7mWLoC7EHao9iV2CJiK5o7AhqNvcNRPDSkERWi0Su7f5za5-w28lSZ8N2rzgrnLD6I/s640/P6063733.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /></a>We also bought Cesar Milan's book on how to train your puppy. He truly is a dog whisperer. We have been doing everything by the book, and Lucy is learning so fast and doing so well. I am sure Cesar would disapprove of the above picture and frankly so do I, but it was just so cute that I had to take a picture.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFJhez8BXGv0TSNUrbXG2D9SdRpBNMJJtEjGtlWxWpWVkGGJkuG5VVfsxnv0eh7_qTx8qIi5sFtItnORA0eTn0u17e17xuqKhrzMQPUIwsV0U18P8wxOIQhDrU_FwZROYt5hghRzb-6M8/s1600/P6043729.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481954039457724946" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFJhez8BXGv0TSNUrbXG2D9SdRpBNMJJtEjGtlWxWpWVkGGJkuG5VVfsxnv0eh7_qTx8qIi5sFtItnORA0eTn0u17e17xuqKhrzMQPUIwsV0U18P8wxOIQhDrU_FwZROYt5hghRzb-6M8/s640/P6043729.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /></a>We are sure to give her plenty of love.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgfYgoF_gTe0jeUrx-kc2fr5Vok3-bDhHZzQCfNMLlviq95Ie2-2vy_PbxGD22hAwOFogD2Zs-BVJumrwxzftkL0UIsMOPQ9yv-c_a4FKZ7fIwhWEaJHZ_AT_UHl3iBEOEgkxMqII5ZHM/s1600/P6043725.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481954029695944866" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgfYgoF_gTe0jeUrx-kc2fr5Vok3-bDhHZzQCfNMLlviq95Ie2-2vy_PbxGD22hAwOFogD2Zs-BVJumrwxzftkL0UIsMOPQ9yv-c_a4FKZ7fIwhWEaJHZ_AT_UHl3iBEOEgkxMqII5ZHM/s640/P6043725.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /></a>And plenty of food, but not too much. I refuse to have an obese dog who breaths weird and smells bad due to an extreme amount of gas.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil34rrqOVqF8UM2gCG49We3R-GAhxganrVDr7iYabQFWDzdnK7JY0c4SLJr4aaqM69nLBPP-90BQ2mAaIHUN1bX-X-Iwi0IiY42XZKpvRsOxdSx2VrChPtkSeWyfkHJgVo0lgzO3fT0oQ/s1600/P6023719.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481954017325563906" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil34rrqOVqF8UM2gCG49We3R-GAhxganrVDr7iYabQFWDzdnK7JY0c4SLJr4aaqM69nLBPP-90BQ2mAaIHUN1bX-X-Iwi0IiY42XZKpvRsOxdSx2VrChPtkSeWyfkHJgVo0lgzO3fT0oQ/s640/P6023719.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /></a>love that little nubbin of a tail.</div>Aly Sharettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05950717814257327350noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519423821190518880.post-31157556479275541882010-04-27T11:14:00.006-06:002011-07-06T19:34:04.856-06:009. Donate hair to cancer patientNumber 9 has been a long time coming. I first decided that I wanted to do this before I went on my mission. When I left for California my hair was just below my shoulders and I figured 18 months on a mission would be a good time to grow it out through the awkward stages, and it was. I came home with hair past my waist! What inspired me to actually chop it off and donate it was my sister Emily. She is a pediatric oncology nurse at Primary Children's Medical Center. All of her adorable little patients are as bald as can be. She always talks about her work and the precious children she helps and serves. I wanted some way to be able to cheer them up and help too. So what did I have that they didn't? Long beautiful hair. I wish somehow I could make and deliver the wig myself, but since I don't have the capabilities I figured the next best thing would be to go through <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.locksoflove.org">Locks of Love</a>. They are an amazing organization. So, here are some before and after pictures of the big event. I hope someone somewhere is as happy with my hair as I was.<br />
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p.s. I think I will make this one a tradition.</div>Aly Sharettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05950717814257327350noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519423821190518880.post-24115077524076519482010-04-01T10:31:00.011-06:002010-04-01T10:52:06.143-06:002. Marry in the Temple<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVlN-SGID1zEn9cdmVKBszmOWVlaq4KZQGXQCBbFijrkK0RAHD-pUF7StSYvhMwX9hMTswlMFGT7LJ9_Ce4ZjRFV9IoBsBvH0CM-QlIpsYxA-Jqjv_UmDj_R7pgSx9j4Q45HnFUJTLh3I/s1600/aly_david-135.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVlN-SGID1zEn9cdmVKBszmOWVlaq4KZQGXQCBbFijrkK0RAHD-pUF7StSYvhMwX9hMTswlMFGT7LJ9_Ce4ZjRFV9IoBsBvH0CM-QlIpsYxA-Jqjv_UmDj_R7pgSx9j4Q45HnFUJTLh3I/s400/aly_david-135.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455208963751835362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">On December 30, 2009 David Jordan Sharette and I were sealed and married, legally and lawfully pronounced husband and wife for all of eternity. WAHOO!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBR5P-rY4EMZsqNeHQ6M6Muom8LemOkWMWR_2MFgdB9dxT-bbTmZnBL9WQUXbvQjshWGY7Wz1EiPXk_qszzzWLtr_7DNi4HGs9d654NCw2PKp7b0IeVPPeefAbdJlrgCxzNH9eWC29io/s1600/aly_david-146.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBR5P-rY4EMZsqNeHQ6M6Muom8LemOkWMWR_2MFgdB9dxT-bbTmZnBL9WQUXbvQjshWGY7Wz1EiPXk_qszzzWLtr_7DNi4HGs9d654NCw2PKp7b0IeVPPeefAbdJlrgCxzNH9eWC29io/s400/aly_david-146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455209387575813282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">So, not only did I get married in the temple, but I married the most kind, loving, hilarious, smart, magnificent, good lookin man. And it wasn't just any temple, it was the mother ship of temples, the Salt Lake City, Utah Temple. The oldest temple, my favorite temple.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBve679M90jSWnfIYI9lOnP4pAHTz6tV_YExZpc4mqK5h_1Ez22QDJ-LOIk7YO6IOB18bvso785MAi8v_TRh5RrwoMVZeAKofVRv4uxQmOU4o7NlIgDE2C8m2uVlUigIEiqEQ5WZGbFE/s1600/aly_david-3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBve679M90jSWnfIYI9lOnP4pAHTz6tV_YExZpc4mqK5h_1Ez22QDJ-LOIk7YO6IOB18bvso785MAi8v_TRh5RrwoMVZeAKofVRv4uxQmOU4o7NlIgDE2C8m2uVlUigIEiqEQ5WZGbFE/s400/aly_david-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455211164270117778" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCStNrhT5YPAGfjtOEb-Fj3w7UnnK5ReN1ij845wrQEAJo6-9Wy822WFxAZKOT7Q18u7ix6YkueJqzx3irZvp44TaTeWhP8u1fkyvZksb_q-OyKIc8wGkCLyl4ME2w89EDXtYpYbYZXPU/s1600/aly_david-4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCStNrhT5YPAGfjtOEb-Fj3w7UnnK5ReN1ij845wrQEAJo6-9Wy822WFxAZKOT7Q18u7ix6YkueJqzx3irZvp44TaTeWhP8u1fkyvZksb_q-OyKIc8wGkCLyl4ME2w89EDXtYpYbYZXPU/s400/aly_david-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455211153917121074" /></a><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you would like to see more pictures of our wedding day </div><div style="text-align: center;">and our awesome New Year's reception then click <a href="http://davidandaly.blogspot.com/2010/03/123109.html">HERE.</a></div>Aly Sharettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05950717814257327350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519423821190518880.post-50056016765930096162009-12-07T14:57:00.009-07:002010-04-02T22:43:17.182-06:00back on track...<div style="text-align: left;">It has obviously been quite a while since I added or took away from the <span style="font-weight:bold;">101 list</span>. I of course have a list of excuses as to why this is, and I will take the liberty to say that they are actually quite legitimate. In fact, one of the excuses is actually helping me progress towards crossing off number 2 on the list. </div><div style="text-align: left;">The excuses are:</div><div style="text-align: left;">1. School this semester ruins my life. Mainly on Tues. and Thurs., but lets face it, trig is my worst enemy, and even though Biology actually interests me quite a bit, my teacher somehow manages to make me hate it. or him I cant decide. I won't even get started on my egocentric, A.D.D., wall kicking, hair rubbing, bizarre, writing teacher. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sx200BGeXwI/AAAAAAAAApk/ibodURk_2-4/s1600-h/pig.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sx200BGeXwI/AAAAAAAAApk/ibodURk_2-4/s320/pig.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412681132910993154" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">2. I caught the blasted swine flu. I was the one that kept saying that everyone was overreacting about the stupid hiney flu. I don't say that anymore. <span style="font-weight:bold;">DO EVERYTHING IN YOUR POWER TO GET THE VACCINE</span>. Granted I didn't die from complications like that West Minster lady, but there were, however, about 7 days of fever, aches, sneezes, coughs, chills, nausea, the big D, not to mention I had no appetite. Plus it was "that time of the month", I'll just go ahead and throw that out there, for any extra sympathy I can get. I was popping <span style="font-weight:bold;">4 Ibuprofen every 4 hrs</span> on an empty stomach. When I was finally starting to feel better and less like a piggy, my stomach turned into a fire pit. So much pain. I was down to <span style="font-weight:bold;">99 pounds</span> and at about midnight on day 9 of the week from hell my Dad and David took me to the ER. They gave us masks as to not turn anyone else into piggies. They pumped me full of anti-nausea meds and pain killers. I was now a happy piggy. After some tests and an ultra sound my doctor, who was bald with a pretty impressive white beard, came in and told me that I had ulcers all over my stomach. Note to self: never take Ibuprofen again. Anyway, they let me out and after a week of the most bland and boring diet of my life, this awful "coat your stomach" medicine, and the best caregiver/fiance, I am back to normal.</div><div style="text-align: left;">3. I am planning a wedding. My wedding to be exact. And although I am trying with every fiber of my being to not let it consume me, it is happening. From trying to mail out 430 invitations, to collecting pine cones in the snow storm at the U campus, its pretty much all I think about. <span style="font-weight:bold;">Screw finals and my job</span>, I have burlap to buy and buttons to cover! Anyway it is going to be the best wedding ever not only because David and I are the coolest people I know, well just under Cicely and David but because it is on New Years Eve too! Here is something totally unique, we have a blog! Feel free to check it out <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.davidandaly.blogspot.com">here</a>.</div><div style="text-align: left;">4. It is Christmas. nuff said. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Those are all the excuses I have, don't fret though I am <span style="font-weight:bold;">back on track</span> and will definitely be posting details about number 2 on the list very soon. Please, stay tuned!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519423821190518880.post-40834165731540899832009-08-05T09:53:00.007-06:002009-08-05T12:12:02.553-06:0039. Milk a cowMy incredible cousin Josh married Carolee, who is just as incredible. They live in Clinton UT and have 6 adorable little kids. Carolee is probably the healthiest mom I know. She doesn't eat anything that is processed or has chemical preservatives in it. She used to purchase all her dairy products from a farm but eventually decided to buy a cow (and chickens) to have fresh dairy every day. So every morning and evening Josh goes out and milks the cow (now that is love). He was kind enough to let me come out to their cute little farm and give milking a go. As soon as Josh came home from work he changed out of his business attire and into his milking attire (just jeans and a t-shirt) and away we went. He introduced me to Tilly their cow, who was very kind to let me milk her. Josh gave me a quick demonstration and then let me have a try. My Mom grew up with cows and had warned me that it wouldn't be easy. The first couple of squeezes were a little awkward and I missed the bucket a few times, but I think I got the hang of it pretty quick. Although I only did one teat (that is the proper name) at a time and not nearly as much milk came out as when Josh did it. Carolee had me try some milk that was fresh from that morning. It was the best milk I have ever had and I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> even like milk. Tilly makes about 4 gallons of milk a day. Carolee lets the cream and whey <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">separate</span> and makes all sorts of wonderful things like yogurt and ice cream. It was such a fun experience and I am so grateful to my lovely cousin and his family for letting me come down for a milking visit!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Snmvo4-zuQI/AAAAAAAAAn0/NS5zUKfQ_B4/s1600-h/P8043076.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366513548014106882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Snmvo4-zuQI/AAAAAAAAAn0/NS5zUKfQ_B4/s320/P8043076.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This is Tilly herself.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/SnmvoqJ5rLI/AAAAAAAAAns/n4hnL3a8X8E/s1600-h/P8043059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366513544034102450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/SnmvoqJ5rLI/AAAAAAAAAns/n4hnL3a8X8E/s320/P8043059.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Josh giving me the demonstration.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/SnmvoBXXT4I/AAAAAAAAAnk/u_3eVERjQmQ/s1600-h/P8043060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366513533084716930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/SnmvoBXXT4I/AAAAAAAAAnk/u_3eVERjQmQ/s320/P8043060.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Getting my fingers all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">lotioned</span> up.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Snmvn5MPQHI/AAAAAAAAAnc/_jH9P11j-Yg/s1600-h/P8043061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366513530890567794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Snmvn5MPQHI/AAAAAAAAAnc/_jH9P11j-Yg/s320/P8043061.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The first couple of awkward squeezes.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/SnmvnTTKJfI/AAAAAAAAAnU/RztUkpOuLRw/s1600-h/P8043064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366513520719046130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/SnmvnTTKJfI/AAAAAAAAAnU/RztUkpOuLRw/s320/P8043064.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I think I missed the bucket here.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Snmuth8kYPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/0RIAUNv3wzE/s1600-h/P8043066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366512528218415346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Snmuth8kYPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/0RIAUNv3wzE/s320/P8043066.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Milk Maid<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/SnmutFIrDcI/AAAAAAAAAnE/H1yUDIpUOhU/s1600-h/P8043067.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366512520484556226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/SnmutFIrDcI/AAAAAAAAAnE/H1yUDIpUOhU/s320/P8043067.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Notice the milk stream.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/SnmuspFsyLI/AAAAAAAAAm8/QXdrxhmSfes/s1600-h/P8043070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366512512955893938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/SnmuspFsyLI/AAAAAAAAAm8/QXdrxhmSfes/s320/P8043070.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Right in the bucket.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/SnmusFEJ8iI/AAAAAAAAAm0/cTZkosrJVIs/s1600-h/P8043071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366512503285740066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/SnmusFEJ8iI/AAAAAAAAAm0/cTZkosrJVIs/s320/P8043071.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Snmur5LSRrI/AAAAAAAAAms/KVPgsCkbPgI/s1600-h/P8043078.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366512500094420658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Snmur5LSRrI/AAAAAAAAAms/KVPgsCkbPgI/s320/P8043078.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>We have milk! </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519423821190518880.post-15680762848490192472009-07-29T15:00:00.008-06:002011-07-06T19:38:57.634-06:0061. Go hang gliding/paragliding<div style="text-align: center;">On my birthday David took me for a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">surprise</span> ride somewhere. He drove me up to the point of the mountain and told me that he signed me up to go paragliding! So this one I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">didnt</span> even plan, it was given to me as a gift for my birthday. Best present ever. We have been trying to go ever since my birthday but the winds were never good, especially because "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">im</span> so light" like they kept saying. So yesterday there was finally good winds and I was able to go. It was amazing. When it was my turn to go, the owner of the company and my pilot Steve came and got me harnessed up. I asked him to take me high and to do cool tricks but he said the wind <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">wasnt</span> at the right conditions. Once we got up there though Steve was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lovin</span> the winds and decided to take me super high and do lots of spins and what not. We ended up being in the air for an hour instead of the normal 30 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">mins</span>. The view up there was absolutely incredible. I so wish I could have had a camera with me. The chute flies you so smooth and it was actually quite relaxing. Steve even let me control it for awhile. The only downfall... as we were making our descent he started doing a ton of spins and wing turns and we were dropping elevation pretty fast so I got pretty nauseous. Over all though I highly recommend doing paragliding. David went through a company called Cloud 9. They were incredible, and reasonably priced.</div>Thanks David!<br />
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<div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519423821190518880.post-79923022127267235202009-07-27T16:56:00.005-06:002010-04-01T20:26:38.126-06:001. serve a missionI served a mission in the California San <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bernardino</span> mission. I left on September 12, 2007 and returned home on February 17, 2009. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I had a hard time choosing photos to post. There were so many people, places and memories. If you want to see more photos and hear more about my mission you can go to the <a href="http://www.goolaymissionary.blogspot.com/">blog</a> that my sister Emily created and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">maintained</span> while I was gone.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm41uMu-kgI/AAAAAAAAAj8/iOxe-euBqBE/s1600-h/P1172615.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363283274053358082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm41uMu-kgI/AAAAAAAAAj8/iOxe-euBqBE/s320/P1172615.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />One of our investigators Nicole and her support family the Grady's.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm41tzcC0PI/AAAAAAAAAj0/C2jwZb9W1w4/s1600-h/145_145-5.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363283267263058162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm41tzcC0PI/AAAAAAAAAj0/C2jwZb9W1w4/s320/145_145-5.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />One of my favorite families the Delatores.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm41tsSVopI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Q_BybYI5qdU/s1600-h/001_1-2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363283265343300242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm41tsSVopI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Q_BybYI5qdU/s320/001_1-2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Samoans. Always fun.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm41s5Ke66I/AAAAAAAAAjk/5E9svAm2Y6U/s1600-h/066_66-5.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363283251620146082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm41s5Ke66I/AAAAAAAAAjk/5E9svAm2Y6U/s320/066_66-5.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />knee highs never lasted too long.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm41si9SE4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/esgu8zqGzfY/s1600-h/019_19-7.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363283245659198338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm41si9SE4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/esgu8zqGzfY/s320/019_19-7.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />tracting as a threesome with Sis. Bowers and Sister Rasmussen in Spring Valley Lake.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm4z40KP1CI/AAAAAAAAAjU/giykQgsArkE/s1600-h/013_13-2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363281257412154402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm4z40KP1CI/AAAAAAAAAjU/giykQgsArkE/s320/013_13-2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />One of our many service projects. yard work.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm4z4l-8QfI/AAAAAAAAAjM/UJpShG35SWY/s1600-h/10-31-2007-168.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363281253606638066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm4z4l-8QfI/AAAAAAAAAjM/UJpShG35SWY/s320/10-31-2007-168.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Santa Ana winds at their best.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm4z4NtDz8I/AAAAAAAAAjE/zBUSWEdEyh4/s1600-h/10-31-2007-78.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363281247089184706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm4z4NtDz8I/AAAAAAAAAjE/zBUSWEdEyh4/s320/10-31-2007-78.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My first area Rialto.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm4z3ysk71I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Vyt4MQu2_P8/s1600-h/007_7-5.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363281239839403858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm4z3ysk71I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Vyt4MQu2_P8/s320/007_7-5.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Rialto<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm4z3Xcj6rI/AAAAAAAAAi0/O7zxGZ7EcVQ/s1600-h/001_1-3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363281232524470962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGDc_V3yuUA/Sm4z3Xcj6rI/AAAAAAAAAi0/O7zxGZ7EcVQ/s320/001_1-3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />the good old MTC<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1