<?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-8072198656728445804</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:33:51.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wells</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-1210334271653249472</id><published>2011-09-09T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T12:18:18.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st annual Moon party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F8fLmEIXyJA/TmpmPqk254I/AAAAAAAABAU/__sfmX8RnbY/s1600/full_moon_dreams%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F8fLmEIXyJA/TmpmPqk254I/AAAAAAAABAU/__sfmX8RnbY/s1600/full_moon_dreams%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;G &amp;amp; G Alger invited all the kids to the 1st Annual Moon party. Each of them were given an assignment to contribute to the moony events of the evening. Allynn was asked to make a poster of the moon cycle. Sydney was asked to read &lt;em&gt;Good Night Moon&lt;/em&gt;. Austin was asked to make a poster about the first lunar landing. Kelsey was asked to recite &lt;em&gt;Hey Diddle Diddle&lt;/em&gt;. I was then asked to make macaronni and cheese (because the moon is made of cheese). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are to arrive at 6 pm with a sweater and camping chair. They will then be picked up at mid-night. I am looking forward to hearing all about their lunar adventures.&lt;span id="goog_806589135"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_806589136"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-1210334271653249472?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/1210334271653249472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=1210334271653249472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/1210334271653249472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/1210334271653249472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2011/09/1st-annual-moon-party.html' title='1st annual Moon party'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F8fLmEIXyJA/TmpmPqk254I/AAAAAAAABAU/__sfmX8RnbY/s72-c/full_moon_dreams%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-3155896923418379361</id><published>2011-09-05T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:44:43.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Us Updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3q7VlSkZEYM/TmWXFhjsRuI/AAAAAAAABAQ/dTsi6xZY_6w/s1600/September+4+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3q7VlSkZEYM/TmWXFhjsRuI/AAAAAAAABAQ/dTsi6xZY_6w/s320/September+4+2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-3155896923418379361?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/3155896923418379361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=3155896923418379361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/3155896923418379361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/3155896923418379361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2011/09/us-updated.html' title='Us Updated'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3q7VlSkZEYM/TmWXFhjsRuI/AAAAAAAABAQ/dTsi6xZY_6w/s72-c/September+4+2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-8691102320390650140</id><published>2011-08-30T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T13:22:38.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New School Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbu05I6aLGs/Tl0MKq4vd0I/AAAAAAAAA_U/mErLLPn9aok/s1600/SANY0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, I have something to blog about and time to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     School started last Tuesday. Allynn started 8th grade. Sydney started 6th grade. Austin started 4th grade. Kelsey had to wait a week, for today, to start Kindergarten. She was most upset about having to wait while the big kids went to school without her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Big kids say school is "Fine". So I don't really have anything to say about how the first week went. They are happy to be in school and not doing jobs around the house all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     So today was a much bigger deal. We set Kelsey's clothes for today out last night. She found her shoes and put them by her bed so she could put them on quickly. Then she went right to sleep. I thought I was going to have to keep reminding her to go to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     This morning we ALL got up at 6:30. When I went into the girls room to say get up, Kelsey asked "Even me?". YEP today's the day. She jumped out of bed and was getting her day on. (She has always been able to stay in bed until it was time for family prayer and scriptures an hour later.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646682872900600034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nRwne6-gUo/Tl0MJ86FwOI/AAAAAAAAA-8/CprTvz5Y_UA/s320/SANY0124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate scrambled eggs and pancakes (I told them to not get used to it and that we would buy some milk today.) Took some pictures. &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646682878376272978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X4b5sH82KEU/Tl0MKRTl5FI/AAAAAAAAA_M/f0rnV1t65Gg/s320/SANY0128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646682877162929778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwT0UNPi-w0/Tl0MKMyTvnI/AAAAAAAAA_E/p47qoc_K5dA/s320/SANY0126.JPG" /&gt;Read and prayed and then it was time to go. Sydney and Austin wanted to ride their bikes, so they left. Allynn was moving slow like any other teen I suppose. &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646684199566571042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0mDk644SH1E/Tl0NXLH59iI/AAAAAAAAA_0/p2tNH4Wjuow/s320/SANY0133.JPG" /&gt;She also walks to school. &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646684189894848674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2jKnjhXQMw/Tl0NWnF_MKI/AAAAAAAAA_k/LJE1NW7NnKQ/s320/SANY0136.JPG" /&gt;Then it was time for Kelsey to go. &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646684193733096674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HBt13bipuk/Tl0NW1ZGNOI/AAAAAAAAA_s/mhXOuua3E3w/s320/SANY0140.JPG" /&gt;Even The Dad got to go with us this morning. (Sorry, Dad, we should have taken a picture of you too.)&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646684934620961842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz8Nm1U27N8/Tl0OB9ah3DI/AAAAAAAABAM/BRxxUKa28ZQ/s320/SANY0146.JPG" /&gt;I did pretty well keeping it together until she marched right in with her class. &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646684205291313378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MAXojJ5roTw/Tl0NXgcymOI/AAAAAAAABAE/GdBL-ef3jb4/s320/SANY0143.JPG" /&gt;Then the tears came. Now I am watching the clock so I don't forget to go pick her up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a very exciting morning!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-8691102320390650140?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/8691102320390650140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=8691102320390650140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8691102320390650140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8691102320390650140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-school-year.html' title='New School Year'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nRwne6-gUo/Tl0MJ86FwOI/AAAAAAAAA-8/CprTvz5Y_UA/s72-c/SANY0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-237862476964111452</id><published>2011-07-22T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T09:00:34.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I would make time, I would have plenty of things to blog about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished school with out too much harm to the mother or children. And all children managed to make it to the next grade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been busy doing nothing for most of the summer. I instituted Bathroom Mondays. I thought that would be fun. We have three bathrooms and three big kids. Each kid cleans a bathroom on Monday. There is the small half bath downstairs and then two huge tub/shower bathrooms upstairs. They rotate through them each week cleaning a different bathroom. The dad and I are always glad when it is Allynn's turn to clean our bathroom because she does such a good job. The other two do good, too. Allynn just seems to leave a gleam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... Allynn had summer band for the month of June. She is still playing the trombone and having a good time. She is one of two girls in a group of boys in the trombone section. She has spent the summer babysitting, hanging out with friends, and getting ready for girls camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sydney has done a great job of keeping her room clean and the dishwasher empty. Those are the jobs she had to have done before exiting the house to play with friends. This neighborhood we are in has two girls her age and they are always busy floating from one house to the other. The decided to have Alphabet parties this summer. They started with A and did things and ate things that started with A. They got very creative. N happened to be the same weekend as the father's and son's camp out - so they had a No boys party. Those three girls wrote a skit and then performed it while we had cake and ice cream. I think a fun time was had by all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Austin has been having just as much fun in the neighborhood. He is surrounded on all sides by boys his age. There is something in the water here that our ward is full of boys. Austin also has jobs he has to do to be able to get out and has done a good job getting them done. Some mornings he gets up early to get his jobs done and then wants to leave right away. We have to remind him that not everyone is up and ready to have friends over at 8 am. My favorite thing he has done with his buds is fill the large green and blue tubs we have with water. We happen to have four and there always seems to be four boys. They set the patio chairs in front of the buckets and put their feet in the water while sitting in the chairs. They look like little old men sitting on a porch talking about the weather. Then someone will challenge another to old his head in the freezing water for as long as he can and then a water fight breaks out. Silly boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelsey is also lucky to have friends in the neighborhood. She mostly talks about when school is going to start and how many more days until.... whatever (my birthday, Christmas, school starts...) She seems to always have a pen and paper in her hand writing things down. She has also been sick and on an antibiotic for some of the month of July which meant she had to stay out of direct sunlight. She is finally better and able to get out to play with all the kids in the yards. She was a trooper through it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason has been working. He was called to the Elder's quorum presidency and seems to be having fun doing that. He also has been working on getting healthy and eating right. He lost over 30 lbs in the spring and is still working on more. He has more energy. So much that he put in our beautiful garden. We have two rows of corn, a tomatio plant, two sunflowers (volunteer), 6 tomato plants full of tomatoes (we are waiting for them to turn red), squash, zucchini, cabbage, brussel sprouts, broccoli, cauliflower, radishes, carrots, and peas. Everything has grown big and beautiful. No food from and of the cabbage plants (probably too hot), and the radishes just went to seed. It has been so fun watching it all grow. The kids did have to do some weeding and they did a good job of not complaining too much about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been crocheting. I started at Christmas time with some YouTube videos. Then I got myself a book and have made some cute things for Lola. This week I made two blue hats for Thing 1 and Thing 2, an elephant trunk, and a Cat in the Hat hat. I have been having LOTS of fun. I have also been getting ready for girls camp. I was called as the Laurel adviser and have been having much more fun than I thought I would. We have a great group of girls who seem to like each other. Next week it camp. The last time I went to camp, Allynn was 8 months old (she will be 14 this year). Jason's parents will be here the Friday we get back from camp for the weekend. Then the next Thursday we will leave for West Yellowstone for the Alan and Joy Busath family reunion. We have been looking forward to that for almost 2 years now. All the planing has come together and now it is time to go. That will be more fun camping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we will come home and have about two weeks and school will start. All the kids will be in school this year. I asked Kelsey what I would do without her if she went to school. She said, " I don't know you will be OK."  I'm glad she thinks so. I will substitute teach again and I will have Percy to keep me company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big long blog, but thought you might want to know what was up.&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/8072198656728445804-237862476964111452?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/237862476964111452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=237862476964111452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/237862476964111452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/237862476964111452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time...'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-7373701062458153668</id><published>2011-03-24T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T13:13:01.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>What is the purpose of homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it to teach a new concept to the student or to reinforce a idea that was taught during the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should the student be able to do all the homework on his or her own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are parents supposed to help get it done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long is too long for the student to get the homework done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the student is taking too long to do the homework, should the teacher be told?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is homework sent just so the mom has a reason to be mad and yell from the end of school till bedtime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready for summer!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-7373701062458153668?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/7373701062458153668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=7373701062458153668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7373701062458153668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7373701062458153668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2011/03/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-4991737172607936721</id><published>2011-03-12T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T06:31:01.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post</title><content type='html'>I got an email from my mother telling me it was time to post something new. I am sure I could think of lots of things to write about, what i am having trouble with is finding time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since November, we have had a lovely, family filled Christmas. The Dad's parents came out in early December, along with his brother's family for a baptism. It was fun to watch the cousins, who don't get to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; very often, play games and pretend all together. There was also lots of "Rock Band" thanks to Uncle Josh. My family had the annual brunch at my parents home. This year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;proved&lt;/span&gt; that no matter what, we can fit everyone in at a table somewhere in the house. I think we counted almost 50 people for brunch Christmas morning. There were people in the kitchen, Living room, and back bedroom, eating waffles, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sausage&lt;/span&gt;, and my favorite, breakfast &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;casserole&lt;/span&gt;. That was a really fun morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December also brought band concerts and student parties. I subbed four days that month. I thought I was doing pretty good with that. Then January brought sickness and I have been busy every since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I subbed six days in January between teachers being sick and district meetings. February was even busier. I will have to get my calendar to check for sure, but I feel like I was gone from home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; two days a week. Included in those days of February was a big move for the Wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not a BIG move, but we did move two blocks over from my parents basement into our own rental. This house is in a perfect location for us. We didn't have to change wards. (This made the bishop happy, who is also our new neighbor). We didn't have to change schools, which made all the kids and mom happy. We are still close enough to the Elementary School that the kids can walk to and from school and we are closer to the Jr. High that Allah feels better about walking to and from school. This is also great because they can get there without incident when I am subbing. They beat me home most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new house has been great for us. We have spread out and are loving it. Long lost toys that have been living in boxes for two years have been found. For a couple of days, these toys were scattered all over. Now we have found homes for them and are working on taking one out at a time. The best box the kids found were the board games. Since we didn't have TV or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; for almost a week, they played Life, Monopoly, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uno&lt;/span&gt;, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 5 bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen large enough for our table, a family room, and a large storage room. The two middle girls are sharing a room while the oldest and the boy hot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; own room. This was decided so there could be an office/craft room. While moving in the youngest, most opinionated child informed me that we needed a 6 bedroom house because she needed her own space. We told her she could have her own room when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Allynn&lt;/span&gt; when to college. Kelsey seemed to be satisfied with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will need to take some pictures for all to see. We are happy and healthy. Jason loves his job. I sub lots and look forward to summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-4991737172607936721?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/4991737172607936721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=4991737172607936721&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4991737172607936721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4991737172607936721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-post.html' title='New Post'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-374720303812024447</id><published>2010-11-08T12:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:05:55.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like it has taken us this long to get better. Although we did have things happen in the middle of flu and now colds. So I best get posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-374720303812024447?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/374720303812024447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=374720303812024447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/374720303812024447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/374720303812024447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-seems-like-it-has-taken-us-this-long.html' title=''/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-2691322932843228612</id><published>2010-10-18T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:51:30.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH, Man</title><content type='html'>Have we been sick!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the kids can't all be sick at the same time. That would be too nice to mom. That would mean she would only have to stay up all night one time and then sleep the next day while all the sick kids sleep. NOPE, not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead it starts with one. One child at 2 am who can't get the door open of the bedroom to get to the bathroom because she is still asleep and therefore throws up all over the door. She has forgotten her mother's words of "if you can't make it to the bathroom, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;throw up&lt;/span&gt; on your blanket". This is much easier to clean up than the carpet. The mom is alerted after Oldest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; comes in yelling something about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;throw up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a shower and some clean up, this child now has a bucket (gallon ice cream buckets, the best) and is resting on the couch while the mom is cleaning up the rest of the mess in the carpet. Only now, 1st child is in the room next to the child with the trigger gag so he is now throwing up. (he did remember to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;throw up&lt;/span&gt; on the blanket, good boy). Now two are sick, but only one has the true bug causing the sick. The Dad is pretending to be asleep because his trigger gag is just as bad as the boy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 4 am all children are clean. EVERY bed now has a bucket next to it, and all seem to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt;. Except for the mom who now needs to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wined&lt;/span&gt; down to be able to go to sleep to be able to get up in 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Sunday Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same thing happened again Monday and Tuesday night light Groundhog Day only they all had buckets this time and it was a different child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; happy that this last week was a short week. The kids all had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; and Friday off. I thought for sure we would all be able to rest on Thursday and be all better by Saturday. Well, the kids were all better, but then it was my turn to get it. Horrible, horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then The oldest who thought she was going to be better than the sick, could not hold out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;any longer&lt;/span&gt;. I think she got it the worst. She was probably tired from being the one to get the mom &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; someone was sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dad is the only one that did not get so sick he thought death would be better, but it is only Monday and who knows what 2 am tonight will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I feel much better today. And all kids went to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-2691322932843228612?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/2691322932843228612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=2691322932843228612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2691322932843228612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2691322932843228612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-man.html' title='OH, Man'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-2468964254097560125</id><published>2010-10-12T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:42:26.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Revelation</title><content type='html'>Background:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been talking about the importance of having a strong work ethic. Our kids don't have a lot of chores and almost never have to do the dishes while we are here in Grandma's house. But the few jobs they do have, do not get done regularly. So, last night for FHE, The Dad shared a website with us call My Job Chart (&lt;a href="http://www.myjobchart.com/"&gt;http://www.myjobchart.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was able to create individual job charts for the kids. When they are done with the job, they log in to their own chart and mark that they have completed it. They are really excited about it. The Dad was also able to create a reward system where each job has so many points assigned to it. When the kids accumulate enough points, they can cash them in at the Job Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the jobs on the chart is to have personal scripture study. I know they are probably not reading for a long time, but we are hoping this will get them in the habit of reading themselves in addition to family reading time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey seems to be the most excited about the job chart. She always wants to log in to check off her jobs. She may be excited because her jobs consist of brushing her hair, getting dressed, making her bed, saying her prayers, and reading scriptures. She is excited to do all these things BY-HER-SELF. Even reading the scriptures. She has been carrying around a Bible and opening it to read whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, she came to me with Hosea chapter 11 open. She pointed to the words then proceeded to tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, it says here that you need to give me markers to make a puppet with this brown bag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I should give her the markers to make the puppet since she did receive personal revelation from the scriptures. Who am I to tell her that is not right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-2468964254097560125?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/2468964254097560125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=2468964254097560125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2468964254097560125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2468964254097560125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/10/personal-revelation.html' title='Personal Revelation'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-4548738307818974474</id><published>2010-09-30T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T12:01:34.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New School Year</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe that this year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Allynn&lt;/span&gt; started Jr. High School. She is in the 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. Where had the time gone. And she is so beautiful (see picture). And I am so glad...kids call her to hang out. I worry about all my kids not having good friends. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Allynn&lt;/span&gt; seems to be making good choices when it comes to friends. She tries to be friends with everyone, but also knows the difference between the kids to hang out with and the kids to say Hi to at school. We really have lucked out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney has started the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade this year. She says she likes to be in school, but doesn't really like school. She enjoys being social. She has started playing the flute this year, and seems to be really enjoying it. Last night she asked if she could bring the flute to school. I thought maybe she had a show and tell and wanted to play for her class. Nope... she wanted to be able to play at recess. We talked about it and decided that was probably not the best place to practice. I am glad she has an interest. She is still pretty good with math and is working hard on her reading. Now if we could just get her to organize herself...I guess we just work on one thing at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin has started the 3rd grade. When did the baby boy start growing up? He was baptized this year and started Cub Scouts. (I need to post picture of him in is uniform.) He also likes school and has really been doing a good job of getting home to get his homework done quickly. He is also quick to get his 25 minutes of reading done before dinner. I am sure the motivation for that is his desire to play flag football. He started that two weeks ago, and the rule is that he has to have his homework done before 5 o'clock in order to go to football. This has been a great incentive. Now I need to find the next sport that will continue this great work since football ends at Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey is pretty mad she is not going to school. She talks about turning 5 and how that will change her life over night because she will get to go to school. I keep reminding her that she will still have to wait until the next school year to start in August. I think it is sinking in. We register her for Kindergarten on March 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. WOW! That is coming fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another change this school year... THE DAD GOT A NEW JOB!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!! He is so happy. He was working for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Integra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Telecom&lt;/span&gt; in the customer service department for almost 2 years. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; it was not a hard job and that the people he worked with were great (for the most part), but he did not feel challenged. He has been applying to anything and everything for the past year here in UT and networking to meet new people since it seems that job come from the people you know. Well, thank goodness we know Dave!!! Yes, my cousin Dave. An opening came available at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ProPay&lt;/span&gt; and Dave told The Dad about it. He applied. He got the job. The Dad is so happy when he comes home from work. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; he says his brain is so tired. He is learning new things. Then this week they put him "on call". Even though he is tied pretty tight to his new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Black Berry&lt;/span&gt;, he is excoted to have the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home with the Kelsey and watching my cousin Jeremy's little boy. He is 15 months old and plays very nicely by himself or with Kelsey (if she will let him). I am also subbing again this year. I have already been once and will go again this Friday. Julie is kind enough to watch the little kids for me while I am out on those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to have the chaos of summer over, but we have now fallen into a new chaos of practices, homework, appointments, and more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-4548738307818974474?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/4548738307818974474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=4548738307818974474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4548738307818974474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4548738307818974474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-school-year.html' title='New School Year'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-2841643008193724514</id><published>2010-09-27T12:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T12:55:13.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Dad and The Son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521680669120768194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/TKDzUD4VqMI/AAAAAAAAA90/_fIowFTvz9E/s320/Austin+and+dad+baptism2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam and Austin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521680677719367986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/TKDzUj6Z4TI/AAAAAAAAA98/Wu8uNXvyYOs/s320/Austin+Baptism.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keagan and Austin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521680688227615266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/TKDzVLDxAiI/AAAAAAAAA-E/OGr7-zjWBWQ/s320/Austin+Baptism+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The family with Grandma and Grandpa Carlile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/TKDzVif22HI/AAAAAAAAA-M/IfqXr837sDs/s1600/Austin+Baptism+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521680694519453810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/TKDzVif22HI/AAAAAAAAA-M/IfqXr837sDs/s320/Austin+Baptism+5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-2841643008193724514?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/2841643008193724514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=2841643008193724514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2841643008193724514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2841643008193724514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/09/baptism-pictures.html' title='Baptism Pictures'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/TKDzUD4VqMI/AAAAAAAAA90/_fIowFTvz9E/s72-c/Austin+and+dad+baptism2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-6633210675328487999</id><published>2010-09-23T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T11:00:29.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight is GREAT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/TJuNmGrssAI/AAAAAAAAA78/k-2DtXOA0VQ/s1600/June+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520161454041116674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/TJuNmGrssAI/AAAAAAAAA78/k-2DtXOA0VQ/s200/June+141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/TJuNmjm2lwI/AAAAAAAAA8E/jnbDfJp4JZc/s1600/June+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520161461805422338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/TJuNmjm2lwI/AAAAAAAAA8E/jnbDfJp4JZc/s200/June+142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/TJuNndRFThI/AAAAAAAAA8M/LLrLl2IvBp0/s1600/June+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520161477283368466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/TJuNndRFThI/AAAAAAAAA8M/LLrLl2IvBp0/s200/June+143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520161917548216658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/TJuOBFYZwVI/AAAAAAAAA8U/KcsABYza6P4/s320/Austin+8.jpg" /&gt; He was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on June 5. We had a great time with friends and family. He was also excited to be baptized on the same day as one of his friends from Primary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to family who came and shared that great day with us. And then picniced with us at the park. We thought we would be able to just go use the picnic tables without a reservation since we were there so early in the morning, but there were people already camped out there. We still had fun visiting with all of you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-6633210675328487999?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/6633210675328487999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=6633210675328487999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6633210675328487999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6633210675328487999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/09/eight-is-great.html' title='Eight is GREAT!!'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/TJuNmGrssAI/AAAAAAAAA78/k-2DtXOA0VQ/s72-c/June+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-220765648873243689</id><published>2010-09-23T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T09:38:33.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So far behind</title><content type='html'>I am so far behind in keeping a record of what we have been doing that I don't even know where to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-220765648873243689?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/220765648873243689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=220765648873243689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/220765648873243689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/220765648873243689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-far-behind.html' title='So far behind'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-7395161479751270502</id><published>2010-09-20T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T10:31:12.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School is back in Session</title><content type='html'>Mom: Sydney did you read for 25 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney: While you went to Costco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Who did you read to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydne: Kelsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: The same Kelsey that went with me to Costco?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-7395161479751270502?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-3826538470935955433</id><published>2010-07-03T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T21:54:05.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp</title><content type='html'>I have been preparing for this day for the last three months. It is finally here and the realization that I have a daughter going to girls camp is boggling my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with packing her bag to make sure she had enough clothes and washed what she needed and wanted to take. We discovered that she only owns one pair of long pants. So we went to DI and got three more pairs of pants. All for the great price of $22.00. I like getting deals and on things she will wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed over to Wal-Mart to get good bug spray and the last of the bathroom stuff she needed. We ended up with that plus a new backpack and a 2 liter water bladder that goes in it. I think she will be glad to have so much water. She was worried because she heard on the news about a girl that died last week at Girls Camp of heat stroke. So water was an issue for my dear 1st year daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got a new camera that will fit in my pocket when we go do fun family things. The one I had before was big and bulky and the compartment door for the batteries was broken. I am letting Allynn take it with her. She is very excited. She wanted to know if she needed to bring an extra SD Card. Her dad reassured her that the card she had would hold 1000 pictures. I think she will be covered. And thank goodness for digital photos so we don't have to develop EVERY THING she takes a picture of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a chat about keeping track of her stuff and practiced rolling up the sleeping bag so it would fit back into the stuff bag. She thought I was crazy, but I feel better now that I saw her do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has her name on it. (She wouldn't let me write it in her underwear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure she will do just fine. It is the mom that may have a hard, long week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-3826538470935955433?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/3826538470935955433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=3826538470935955433&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/3826538470935955433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/3826538470935955433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/07/girls-camp.html' title='Girls Camp'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-3215885771259043285</id><published>2010-06-22T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T07:44:03.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer fun</title><content type='html'>I feel more busy now that school is out than I did before. Four kids home at once has been kind of crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin is in Reading Camp ( a fun way to say summer school). He is loving it. He goes to school from 9 to noon and then has the rest of the day to do whatever he wants, after his room is clean, clothes are put away, and anything else I can think of that he should do to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allynn is in Summer band. She is learning how to play the trombone. She decided she wanted to be part of the marching band and realized it is too hard to march with the cello. He seems to be having a good time. She goes to band every morning from 10 to 11. Then she comes home to make sure she has her jobs done and then got to hang out with her friends. This hanging out does not always mean she leaves the house. I find a lot of this hanging out time is done on facebook where the small group can chat with each other without leaving the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney is not in any extra activities this summer. She is happy to watch TV while the others are out. But once they get home she is ready to be out doing something else. She just had her 10th birthday and got a nice new bike. She feels like she has new freedom. She rides her bike over to her friends houses to see if they can play instead of calling them on the phone. Then if they can't she just rides back home. She is having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey does not seem to have changed her routine much at all except for refusing any kind of nap at all in the early afternoon. Now she goes and goes until she crashes somewhere. And most days manages to keep moving until she is forced to go to bed at 10 when the other kids are going to bed. (Even then only because I am going to bed and I dread what they were all conspire to do while I am sleeping.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for family fun, we have been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baptized Austin&lt;br /&gt;Visited with family&lt;br /&gt;picnicked at Vivian Park&lt;br /&gt;swimming at the rec. pool&lt;br /&gt;cleaning out drawers&lt;br /&gt;moving boxes&lt;br /&gt;getting ready for Peter and Whitney&lt;br /&gt;watching Cake Boss, West Wing, and Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;Camping at Maple Dell&lt;br /&gt;and Camping at Utah Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have more camping planned. I also found some free bowling passes at fatcats. And I am sure there will be more swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel much more busy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-3215885771259043285?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/3215885771259043285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=3215885771259043285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/3215885771259043285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/3215885771259043285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-fun.html' title='Summer fun'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-5182550520914627204</id><published>2010-05-13T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:25:16.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IHOP</title><content type='html'>Allynn: "Oh...now I know why they call it IHOP. It is all the first letters from International House of Pancakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those moments when things click and make more sense. :oP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-5182550520914627204?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/5182550520914627204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=5182550520914627204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5182550520914627204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5182550520914627204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/05/ihop.html' title='IHOP'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-8952680374603404027</id><published>2010-05-09T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:51:22.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Attractions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have so many things to blog about, I just don't know where to start. Maybe once school is out, I won't be so busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls Basketball&lt;br /&gt;Allynn and the Cello&lt;br /&gt;Soccer&lt;br /&gt;Swimming&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break&lt;br /&gt;Zion Concert&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom floor&lt;br /&gt;Job anxiety&lt;br /&gt;School coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-8952680374603404027?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/8952680374603404027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=8952680374603404027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8952680374603404027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8952680374603404027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/05/coming-attractions.html' title='Coming Attractions'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-5337139277115417127</id><published>2010-04-24T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:02:18.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Storms</title><content type='html'>The other day we had our first spring storm with thunder and lightning. I love this kind of weather, especially when it is warm outside. I like to sit out on the patio and smell the rain and watch the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey on the other hand does not seem to enjoy the storms too much. She happened to be upstairs when a huge clap of thunder rang out. She came running down the stairs to seek comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Kelsey, what's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey: "I am scared and shaking like a little leaf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey: "Because if I get struck by lightning, I will get sent back to the future."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-5337139277115417127?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/5337139277115417127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=5337139277115417127&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5337139277115417127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5337139277115417127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-storms.html' title='Spring Storms'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-3562824475989011519</id><published>2010-03-24T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T14:00:57.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping anytime</title><content type='html'>My sister posted a lovely picture of my &lt;a href="http://julie536.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-ever-wish.html"&gt;daughter sleeping&lt;/a&gt;. I just thought I would add some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S6p7V3beJ_I/AAAAAAAAA6U/Doo0ij2i4BY/s1600/0820091734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452305914472048626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S6p7V3beJ_I/AAAAAAAAA6U/Doo0ij2i4BY/s320/0820091734.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S6p60ITZ-3I/AAAAAAAAA6M/rIreBf7C0aw/s1600/File0231+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452305334886071154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S6p60ITZ-3I/AAAAAAAAA6M/rIreBf7C0aw/s320/File0231+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S6p6zxzAqCI/AAAAAAAAA6E/gtWEJDxze68/s1600/0222001357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452305328844613666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S6p6zxzAqCI/AAAAAAAAA6E/gtWEJDxze68/s320/0222001357.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S6p6zQ1k5sI/AAAAAAAAA58/8mvBp634GZo/s1600/0906081426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452305319997007554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S6p6zQ1k5sI/AAAAAAAAA58/8mvBp634GZo/s320/0906081426.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8072198656728445804-3562824475989011519?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/3562824475989011519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=3562824475989011519&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/3562824475989011519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/3562824475989011519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/03/follow-up-post.html' title='Sleeping anytime'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S6p7V3beJ_I/AAAAAAAAA6U/Doo0ij2i4BY/s72-c/0820091734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-2585905287068586272</id><published>2010-03-12T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T09:54:13.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH WAIT!!! I would have to be blind!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had a total moment of dumbness take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just finished dinner and we were talking about my parents trip to California for the weekend. My mom had gone to the library to get a stack of books on CD for the drive. Then we were talking about what libraries have better selections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking in my head that if they weren't so expensive, I would probably go buy the book I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out loud I said "Maybe if I go get my ears checked and I have to get a hearing aide, I could get a discount on audio books online." Those around me agreed for a moment. Then my brilliant mom said, " If you were blind you could get them for free." We then all looked at each other and started laughing because it dawned on us that if I can't hear, then why would I want to get the audio book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not as funny now that I have written it all down. But my dad had a good laugh at my expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response was "Is that a basketball team?" Which leads me into my next funny story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday we were sitting at dinner - everyone was still there at the table. We started talking about the weekend and what was going on. I remembered that the Academy Awards would be on Sunday. I said to everyone at the table "Oh ya, the Oscars will be on and I want to watch that."  Without skipping a beat Austin asks, "What is that? It is a basketball team?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all laughed and told him what it was. I don't think he got it. But it was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-2585905287068586272?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/2585905287068586272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=2585905287068586272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2585905287068586272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2585905287068586272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-wait-i-would-have-to-be-blind.html' title='OH WAIT!!! I would have to be blind!'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-915406042024693840</id><published>2010-02-27T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T07:28:33.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Purple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;For the last 6 months Kelsey has been telling everyone that her birthday is on Purple. Well - - TODAY IS THE DAY!!!! (Well - the 22nd was the day) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441457701667435282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S4Pw8xgzcxI/AAAAAAAAA5U/oiNK5ec7_34/s320/0222000647.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She got an all Purple outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the time has flown by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-385ac7290f454576" 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://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D385ac7290f454576%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331679426%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18798AAAC277B86E191801520E20AFCFC3570F8.793D072943A16564C517C7B4F56CE02175F15ABF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D385ac7290f454576%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsqcYkrVck-lKnzfanq0kafFaQwA&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://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D385ac7290f454576%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331679426%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18798AAAC277B86E191801520E20AFCFC3570F8.793D072943A16564C517C7B4F56CE02175F15ABF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D385ac7290f454576%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsqcYkrVck-lKnzfanq0kafFaQwA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;BABY 1 or 2 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8fef331b7327b577" 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://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8fef331b7327b577%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331679426%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13882FB807E129142277CF982273D5B7867A6D67.1C9839FBBC7DE566ED661009BE0765F1145AAC14%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8fef331b7327b577%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df1jASqUsD1_pvMchF6nvTEMp01Q&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://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8fef331b7327b577%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331679426%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13882FB807E129142277CF982273D5B7867A6D67.1C9839FBBC7DE566ED661009BE0765F1145AAC14%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8fef331b7327b577%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df1jASqUsD1_pvMchF6nvTEMp01Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;4 YEARS OLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We had a fun filled day planned. I subbed in the morning, so Kelsey went to Aunt Julie's house. Then I picked her up for lunch with Grandma and Aunt Jan (the other birthday girl). Kelsey was so excited... When I scooped her out of her bed to get ready for the day at 6:15 am, before her eyes were open she asked, "Is it my party?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ALL DAY BIG GIRL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441457707542240738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S4Pw9HZd3eI/AAAAAAAAA5c/DDDVefBtAGE/s320/0222000647a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;All ready for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441457711900698290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S4Pw9XomprI/AAAAAAAAA5k/kGOWxReJMmA/s320/0222001357.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;On the way home after lunch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We asked her what she wanted for dinner - - she said, "Cake". so we had cake and taco soup for dessert. It was a very fun and Purple day!&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/8072198656728445804-915406042024693840?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/915406042024693840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=915406042024693840&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/915406042024693840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/915406042024693840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-is-purple.html' title='Today is Purple'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S4Pw8xgzcxI/AAAAAAAAA5U/oiNK5ec7_34/s72-c/0222000647.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-3184156151372482318</id><published>2010-02-23T06:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:12:09.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowmobiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first weekend in Feburary we went with Grandma and Grandpa Alger, the Johnsons, and the Busaths to West Yellowstone for a fun time snowmobiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441453042875734674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S4PstmKTmpI/AAAAAAAAA4E/jLs4MRE7b1k/s320/IMG_3051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; This was the first time for our kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441453738045005634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S4PtWD3k30I/AAAAAAAAA5M/BgM4YgTqzZQ/s320/0206000953.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KELSEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441453733942063970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S4PtV0lW82I/AAAAAAAAA5E/tV2xa6m8KN8/s320/0206001031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AUSTIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441453066027310722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S4Psu8aEnoI/AAAAAAAAA4c/vcQbgoNpisk/s320/0206001121a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AUSTIN AND SYDNEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441453727224179538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S4PtVbjsK1I/AAAAAAAAA40/i8m2T0pb4AE/s320/0206001121.jpg" /&gt; ALLYNN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441453058781079154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S4Psuhab5nI/AAAAAAAAA4U/6YACZeqxqHo/s320/0206001212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KELSEY AND THE DAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S4PtV4RsgdI/AAAAAAAAA48/3n_UzR8FMn4/s1600-h/0206001031a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441453718695864402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S4PtU7yYaFI/AAAAAAAAA4s/gMuRJHaEk4o/s320/IMG_3053.JPG" /&gt; THE WHOLE FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;The Dad, The Mom, Allynn, Sydney, Austin, &amp;amp; Kelsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all had such a great time, that we are now saving for two days of snowmobiling next year!!  &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/8072198656728445804-3184156151372482318?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/3184156151372482318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=3184156151372482318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/3184156151372482318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/3184156151372482318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowmobiling.html' title='Snowmobiling'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S4PstmKTmpI/AAAAAAAAA4E/jLs4MRE7b1k/s72-c/IMG_3051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-2174159850040163569</id><published>2010-02-16T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:13:16.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 years</title><content type='html'>Today is our 14th year anniversary. Boy... time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last 14 years we have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone to San Jose State University in San Jose&lt;br /&gt;Had a daughter&lt;br /&gt;Moved to Hollister, Ca&lt;br /&gt;Made good friends&lt;br /&gt;Moved to Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Traveled around the Pacific Rim&lt;br /&gt;Gone to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;Moved back to Hollister, CA&lt;br /&gt;Had another daughter&lt;br /&gt;Worked for ISCS/Sun Microsystems&lt;br /&gt;Made good friends&lt;br /&gt;Gone to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;Worked for McWhorter's&lt;br /&gt;Worked for Dishnetwork&lt;br /&gt;Had a son&lt;br /&gt;Moved to American Fork, Ut&lt;br /&gt;Worked for DirecTV&lt;br /&gt;Moved to Reno, NV&lt;br /&gt;Made more good friends&lt;br /&gt;Gone to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;Had another daughter&lt;br /&gt;Gone Snowmobiling in West Yellowstone&lt;br /&gt;Worked for Microsoft&lt;br /&gt;Gone Camping with family&lt;br /&gt;Watched lots of kids&lt;br /&gt;Worked for Integra Telecom&lt;br /&gt;Moved back to American Fork, UT&lt;br /&gt;Gone camping in West Yellowstone, MT&lt;br /&gt;Two graduations from University of Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;Gone to Hoover Dam&lt;br /&gt;Gone to Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;Gone Snowmobiling with family&lt;br /&gt;And just yesterday took kids and Husband cross country skiing for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are already talking about more adventures we would like to have this year. We love eachother and are having a great time together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-2174159850040163569?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/2174159850040163569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=2174159850040163569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2174159850040163569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2174159850040163569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/02/14-years.html' title='14 years'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-4059454821858744693</id><published>2010-02-10T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:12:56.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bravestar</title><content type='html'>After posting the Bravestar clips, even my family was wondering what I was thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cartoon that Peter used to watch over and over and over. I remember a couple of episodes were recored on VHS so he could watch them whenever he wanted. After going to see Sherlock Homes during Christmas, we were reminded of this cartoon. One of the episodes had Bravestar battling Moriarty who had built a time machine which brought him to the future. Anyway, different things over the years have reminded us of this episode and the chant of "Moriarty is king, we much do as he com ands. Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na." I tried to find that episode on YouTube but did not. So I just posted one for a memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-4059454821858744693?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/4059454821858744693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=4059454821858744693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4059454821858744693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4059454821858744693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/02/bravestar.html' title='Bravestar'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-8345842636804192495</id><published>2010-02-09T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:05:33.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>We have been so busy and I have been so lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January flew by. The girls have been playing basketball and loving it. Allynn is on a 6th grade team so they get one night a week to practice and then play a game of two 20 minute halves on Saturdays. Sydney is on a 4th grade team so they practice for ab out 20 minutes and then play a 20 minute game on Saturdays. It has been fun to watch them. Watching Allynn play has brought back all my memories of playing basketball in West Yellowstone for the Lady Wolverines. I played 6th and 7th grade and then we moved in 8th grade. Then thinking of West Yellowstone reminds me of all the other stuff we did when we lived there. I will have to share more of those memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January also brought lots of opportunities for Jason to interview for different positions within the company he is currently working for. He did not get the new positions, but he is becoming known by the managers and his work is being noticed. So far for three positions he is the number 2 choice. We are hoping with a little more time and experience he will become the number 1 choice. He likes the company and would really like to experience new opportunities with them. He keeps plugging along for now. The kids and I like the job he has now because he leaves at the same time every day and comes home at the same time every day. We like having him around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January also gave Jason an opportunity to interview with a company in Sacramento. A friend of his from Reno (actually an old boss) called him to say they might have an opening for a project manager in Sacramento. So we went out for a long weekend for that interview. Over the phone the job sounded great, but once we learned a few more details, we are not sure it is the right fit for our family right now. There has not been any offer yet, and the company wants to interview a few more candidates. We are kind of hoping we don't get an offer so the decision of whether to take it or not is an easy one. They told us it would be a while before they made any final decisions. We figured it wouldn't be until March before they made any headway. I guess they were still defining the job. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are into Feburary. Bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-8345842636804192495?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/8345842636804192495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=8345842636804192495&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8345842636804192495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8345842636804192495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-4889363407071575247</id><published>2010-01-21T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T14:22:17.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAp12u-PDeo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAp12u-PDeo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qKKZ0ePYHHY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qKKZ0ePYHHY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjR7sikyKIo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjR7sikyKIo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8072198656728445804-4889363407071575247?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/4889363407071575247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=4889363407071575247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4889363407071575247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4889363407071575247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-because.html' title='Just because'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-1213675816381861154</id><published>2010-01-15T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:39:44.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I subbed for 1st grade</title><content type='html'>If you can't say anything nice...then don't say anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is all I can say about my day.  Oh yeah, and I am going back for more on Tuesday. Maybe it will be like having a baby and by Tuesday morning I will have forgotten the pain until it it too late and I am in the middle of the day.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-1213675816381861154?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/1213675816381861154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=1213675816381861154&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/1213675816381861154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/1213675816381861154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-i-subbed-for-1st-grade.html' title='Today I subbed for 1st grade'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-4004134562564515631</id><published>2010-01-13T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:07:16.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy days trying not to fullfill the deductable</title><content type='html'>I have not done too good about posting something everyday. I am sure I have had things happen blog worthy, I am just busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a half day sub job on Monday - I like those. I have not quite graduated from 1st grade (except for the one half day 4th grade - and one half day kindergarten). I am really liking 1st grade. There are three teachers from the same school that call me at least once a week. It is nice to have that one day out. I am still always nervous driving to the school, but once I am there I fall into the routine and all goes well. This week I will also be in on Friday and then Tuesday and Friday next week. I really like having the days planned in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... girls are in basketball. They love it. Allynn says there is much more running involved than she expected. (6th grade girls are playing the full court). Sydney has only had a practice so far. Not as much running yet. They are both having fun! Both girls were asked to play nice and not get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking Allynn to basketball practice today Kelsey informed me that she needed a ballet class where I could "drop her off... Not basketball...ballet". I guess I will be looking into 3 year old (almost 4) classes in ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted previously about a sledding trip we took. Austin crashed into the post of a backstop. Anyway... He got a bruise and then seemed to be fine on Monday when it was time to go to school. He does not complain about any pain so we thought he was fine. Well, now he does not walk right. The Dad decided it was time to go to the doctor to make sure there is not any damage to his body we cannot see. The Dad goes to an Osteopath (for lack of a better description chiropractor/MD). This doctor did a great job of asking Austin questions about what hurts and what doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A problem we have with Austin is that he seems to remember everything we talk about - but not always in a good way. The dad and I have been talking about Austin's gait for a few days. We can see there is a slight crookedness to the way Austin is walking. We tried not to talk about it when his ears are listening because then a limp is added to the walk. The doctor had Austin do a few things which helped to determine if there was anything wrong. I am not sure if Austin walking back and forth in the small exam room gave the doctor all the information he needed, but I felt like it was a thorough exam. Then we were sent to get X-rays of his pelvis, left hip, and left knee. We should know more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this brings me to the mail we got two days ago. In the envelope was the Year End EOB (Explanation of Benefits). Between The Dad and Allynn we hit the family deductible. Why couldn't Austin have had all this done before the 31st of December. I am really hoping we do not fulfill anymore maximum deductibles this year! (But if we have to... lets hit the mark by April so the rest of the year is paid for).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-4004134562564515631?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/4004134562564515631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=4004134562564515631&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4004134562564515631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4004134562564515631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/01/busy-days-trying-not-to-fullfill.html' title='Busy days trying not to fullfill the deductable'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-5250668515807026925</id><published>2010-01-06T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:39:39.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Give'em Something to Blog about...</title><content type='html'>I am searching through pictures to find one of me that I know exists. I looked through my curtain bag. Tomorrow I will look through Julie's curtain bag. I looked through the left over pictures my mom has. I did not find the picture I was looking for, Buuuuut, I did find some lovely pictures of family and friends that would be fun to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Kathy posted one of me and my two sisters. I found some fun ones of her wedding. Some cute ones of Noelle and Andrea. I am starting to get overwhelmed I don't know where to start. None of them really have stories, they were just cute fun pictures. And I like to look at pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-5250668515807026925?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/5250668515807026925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=5250668515807026925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5250668515807026925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5250668515807026925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-giveem-something-to-blog-about.html' title='Let&apos;s Give&apos;em Something to Blog about...'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-4166395866800092884</id><published>2010-01-05T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:48:19.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>I actually went to Costco today - got everything on my list - and only spent $36.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got...&lt;br /&gt;4 gallons of milk&lt;br /&gt;1 bag of 5 stalks of Romain Lettuce&lt;br /&gt;1 bag of colorful bell peppers&lt;br /&gt;1 large bag of broccoli&lt;br /&gt;2 25lb bags of flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked at the register. I am resolved to make a menu and keep my food costs down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night for dinner we are having Sloppy Joe's on homemade buns with salad and broccoli. It sounds good to me. I know Kelsey will eat the broccoli, Austin will eat the meat and bun, Sydney might eat the bun with or without meat, Allynn will eat all of it. The dad eats what I fix. Grandma and Grandpa... I hope they like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-4166395866800092884?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/4166395866800092884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=4166395866800092884&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4166395866800092884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4166395866800092884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/01/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-2853338963800878218</id><published>2010-01-04T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:12:48.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball</title><content type='html'>This last fall Austin played 2nd grade basketball through the American Fork Rec. Center. He loved it. It was so nice to see him be active and make new friends. The biggest bummer of the season was that we missed the phone call about what time team pictures were, so we don't have a team picture. But we do have a picture of him in is uniform. He was number 4.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423102926195108946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S0K7YOg9rFI/AAAAAAAAA30/kHP_Vr6FBzI/s320/File0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423102934837987298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S0K7Yutlh-I/AAAAAAAAA38/Y0Bjet3Px9A/s320/File0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;We had so much fun with Austin playing BBall that the girls wanted in on the fun. They both start this week. Allynn will have practices on Tuesdays with games on Saturday. Sydney will have a practice/game on Saturdays. I hope we have not over scheduled ourselves. Especially Allynn. Her Tuesdays will be busy - school all day till 3:30pm, then Strings from 4:00 to 4:40, then Basketball practice from 5:00 - 6:00, then Young Women's from 7:00 to 8:30. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess we are in the beginnings of very busy teens. But we may have found the family sport.&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/8072198656728445804-2853338963800878218?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/2853338963800878218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=2853338963800878218&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2853338963800878218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2853338963800878218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/01/basketball.html' title='Basketball'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/S0K7YOg9rFI/AAAAAAAAA30/kHP_Vr6FBzI/s72-c/File0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-8994751274423633862</id><published>2010-01-03T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:42:36.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Sunbeam</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe it but little miss Kelsey went to Sunbeams today. Last week she said goodbye to the nursery. She talked all week about going to Sunbeams. She knew the name of her teacher - Sister Schmidt. She new that Grandma Alger was going to be the substitute for this first Sunday. She woke up this morning talking about going to Sunbeams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of Sacrament meeting, she told me she wanted to go the Nursery - not Primary. Then when it came time to go to Primary she still did not want to go. I should have taken her down the other hallway, but I didn't think walking past the Nursery would cause any trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was devastated. Huge tears as she walked by the Nursery door. And one of the teachers was in the hall greeting the other children. Kelsey and I kept walking. We got the to Primary room door and she would not go in. None of the other kidlets had a hard time going from Nursery to Primary. This was a new experience for me. I also needed to go in to sit with my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Brown saw that she was in distress and lovingly helped her to her class. This is why we have a Primary Presidency to love and care for our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we started singing the opening song, she was fine. She even raised her hand to participate in Sharing Time, only her comment had nothing to do with the lesson. She just needed to make sure everyone knew her birthday was on purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's the Kelsey I know. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-8994751274423633862?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/8994751274423633862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=8994751274423633862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8994751274423633862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8994751274423633862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-sunbeam.html' title='The New Sunbeam'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-8826419642325994856</id><published>2010-01-02T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T18:33:59.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning, shopping, crashing</title><content type='html'>Today we put away all the Christmas stuff. Kelsey was pretty upset when she came upstairs to find the tree put away. She got over it pretty quickly when we told her we were going to go sledding when we were done working. In fact, that got all the kidlets moving to get their jobs done. They worked quickly and efficiently to get their rooms picked up so we could go play in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everyone was done, we piled into the van to take all the Christmas boxes back to the storage unit and then to Costco to get a sled. Tuesday when Austin and I went to Costco they had lots of sleds. We talked about getting one at that time, but I wasn't sure if I had enough money. So we decided to come back another day. Well, today was the "another day" and all the sleds were GONE!  We totally missed out. Next we went to Wal-mart since we had seen tons of sleds there, too. NOPE! All gone. Grandma Alger had already called a tire place to see if they had inner tubes, but they didn't. So our last chance was Cal-Ranch. I would consider Cal-&lt;br /&gt;Ranch to be a country feed store with sections for automotive and hardware. We like the store. We find fun things there sometimes. We thought for sure they would have sleds. NOPE. The sleds were gone there too. So we looked around to see if we could find something else we could sled with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough we found something. They were made for sledding, but they were just a flat piece of blue plastic with a hole in one end for a handle. The kidlets didn't care. They thought it would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the store and headed out to find some hills. We went to a park our cousins had told us about. And it was fun. Until Austin crashed. They all went down a few times. The blue plastic was harder to use than they thought it would be, but it was sure fast once they got the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started on the small hill and kept moving over until they were with the other kids going down a pretty long hill. Allynn, Sydney and Austin were having a great time. Kelsey didn't like the blue plastic so she found some little people around her age and bummed one of their disk sleds. That hill was much more of a gentle slop which was her right speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see what happened, but all of a sudden Sydney was coming over to us to say that Austin was hurt. I didn't want to have to trek over to where he was just for him to get up and want to go down again. Then we saw another parent looking down at him and felt the need to go check it out. Austin had gone down the hill and crashed into the poll of the fence at the bottom of the hill. He has a nice bruise on his left hip, and is limping around the house. I think he will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun while it lasted. And we are glad we didn't end up at the ER with broken bones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-8826419642325994856?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/8826419642325994856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=8826419642325994856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8826419642325994856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8826419642325994856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/01/cleaning-shopping-crashing.html' title='Cleaning, shopping, crashing'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-6688563719929358507</id><published>2010-01-01T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:39:43.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New day, New Month, New Year</title><content type='html'>I am looking forward to this new year. 2007, 2008, and 2009 were TOO hard where life is concerned. The end of 2008 was better when Jason got a job. 2009 got better when we moved and got even BETTER when I finished school. (My diploma came in the mail the other day!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to new opportunities and new adventures in 2010. I hope for more days of substitute teaching. The girls are starting basketball this month. I am looking forward to being busy with happy, uplifting things. I am looking forward to a new group of children to teach in Primary. Hopefully they will be more attentive than my own son was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to the economy getting better, little by little. We certainly did our part during Christmas and New Years by having big FOOD parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to joining the Rec Center and have set a goal to use it everyday. (There is an indoor track. I think I can push myself to go walk around with Kelsey.) The Rec Center also has a pool and I would like to look into the Water Aerobics. I just want to feel better with less aches and pains and better breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to the days getting longer. I am tired of the night and the cold. I have a nice sweater, so I am working on not being cold, but I would like the sun to be out more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one resolution I have for myself is to make sure I read the scriptures with my kidlets EVERYDAY! We have family prayer down pat. So much so that on Monday, the kids didn't have school so The Dad didn't wake them up at the usual 6:45 am. I thought they would appreciate the ability to sleep in. NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin: "Where's Dad?"&lt;br /&gt;MOM: "He had to go to work."&lt;br /&gt;Austin: "Dad couldn't have gone to work today."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey: "Because he didn't get me for famy payer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... for the rest of the week, they were woken up early - we said family prayer - and they all went back to bed. No grumbling at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Happy New Year to all. This will be a great one! I just know it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-6688563719929358507?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/6688563719929358507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=6688563719929358507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6688563719929358507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6688563719929358507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-day-new-month-new-year.html' title='New day, New Month, New Year'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-2721831368987279570</id><published>2009-12-30T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:56:59.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in a Curtain Bag</title><content type='html'>For Christmas this year, my mom gave each of her children a pink binder. Inside the binder she has written her memories from birth to about 12 years old. It is great reading. Along with the stories, she has included the pictures that go with the stories. As she has been preparing this great gift, she has been pouring over the many boxes of pictures she has accumulated over the years. Not only of her, but of our family. As she when through all the boxes, she also sorted the pictures by child. So as a second gift, I recieved "My life in a Curtain bag".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will share some of the stories I am reminded of after looking through these pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-2721831368987279570?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/2721831368987279570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=2721831368987279570&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2721831368987279570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2721831368987279570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-life-in-curtain-bag.html' title='My Life in a Curtain Bag'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-6660090724145753015</id><published>2009-12-28T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:50:24.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner and  a Show with Austin</title><content type='html'>Tonight at dinner, we were serenaded by Austin. For some reason, this is a regular occurrence at the dinner table. We have been having discussions about not singing at the dinner table, but it does not seem to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - tonight's song was Axel F. If you don't know what that is, it is only because you don't know the name of the song. I am sure that if you heard someone hum it, you would know in an instance. So, Austin starts singing it for some reason and the girls all join in. When they are done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Alger says "Isn't that from &lt;em&gt;48 Hours&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "No, I think it is from &lt;em&gt;Beverly Hills Cop&lt;/em&gt;, but they are both Eddie Murphy movies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin says, "I don't know what those movies are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "They are 80's movies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without skipping a beat - - Austin says, "Oh, so they are in black and white."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night we had issues with the kids all leaving the table and then coming back when we were having dessert. Grandma Alger clarified the rule that if you leave the table you are done eating, therefore not getting dessert. This clarification did not go over well, so the nice grandma that Grandma Alger is said, "OK - you all know the rules now but tonight you can have some dessert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at dinner, Austin reminds us all of the rule about not leaving the table. We go through dinner (and a show) and have a lovely time. When Austin is done with his food, he stands up and clears his plate to the counter and begins to go downstairs. The Adults at the table are still talking away with no notice of what Austin is doing. UNTIL... He come running up the stairs and grabs the table and says, "I'm still touching the table."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us a minute to figure out what he was doing, but somewhere during his long journey down the stairs, he remembered that if he left the table, he would not get any dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, Austin - We love you!!@!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-6660090724145753015?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/6660090724145753015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=6660090724145753015&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6660090724145753015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6660090724145753015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/12/dinner-and-show-with-austin.html' title='Dinner and  a Show with Austin'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-1101843240405963840</id><published>2009-12-23T19:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:13:30.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Christmas Memory</title><content type='html'>Most of my childhood memories of Christmas have something to do with West Yellowstone, MT and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snowmobiling&lt;/span&gt;. Since I was little, my dad worked for the Boy Scouts of America for the Great Salt Lake counsel. Every year during the Christmas break, groups of scouts would go to West Yellowstone to snowmobile. We were lucky enough to join my dad during some of these trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember a lot of details - - just bits and pieces. I remember one trip where my dad went up ahead of us and so we took the bus. I remember seeing cars stuck on the side of the roads along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another (could be the same - I don't know) we got tee shirts for night shirts. I remember wearing the shirts and jumping on the beds at the motel with the babysitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I turned 8, our family moved up to West Yellowstone. Our parents ran the Big Western Pine Motel. The Motel is still there, but it has a different name now. I think I have more summer memories than winter after we moved there. But I am pretty sure we went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;snowmobiling&lt;/span&gt; every Christmas day (or the day after). What a great time we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Christmas Aunts and Uncles and cousins came to spend Christmas with us. I remember that one because my sisters and I all got a camera for Christmas. We must have gone through 10 rolls of 110 film while they were all there. Not many of my pictures are in focus or even centered. But we sure had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for everyone to go home, we three sisters got to go home with the Wrights. That was fun. Then Uncle Ed and Aunt Mary brought us home. At least that is how I remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-1101843240405963840?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/1101843240405963840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=1101843240405963840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/1101843240405963840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/1101843240405963840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-christmas-memory.html' title='Another Christmas Memory'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-7238538025481927078</id><published>2009-12-22T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:59:24.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very tiring week</title><content type='html'>Last week I was a first grade teacher. I don't know how I got through, but I did. I have been subbing here and there for the last 6 weeks, but really only one day a week. The only reason I even have gone that many times is that I found a friend from high school on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. After chatting with her back and forth, I found that she is a teacher here in Alpine. I felt a little dumb, but I sent her an email telling her I was registered with the district to substitute teach. She thought that was great and would keep me in mind if she ever needed a sub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks later, Ms. Jones gave my number to the teacher next door to her. That was the start of my subbing. This teacher, Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bjornberg&lt;/span&gt;, is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; and needed a teacher while she had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doctors&lt;/span&gt; appointment. She was so organized. (I think I have blogged about this already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - Ms. Jones then needed me to come in some days. While I was there, Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bjornberg&lt;/span&gt; asked if I would be interested in subbing for her class the week before Christmas break. She was due to have her baby on the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; of December, but it looked like the baby was going to come earlier than that. I told her I would be happy to sub for her. In the back of my mind, there was a little voice YELLING at me - - WHAT ARE YOU DOING??????? A WHOLE WEEK?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it. I survived and the students did too. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; had a lot of fun. The first day I went in early so I could read through her plans. The first item was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt; of the PARENT CHRISTMAS GIFT which turned out to be a wood ornament that the students got to paint. WHAT??? I WILL HAVE TO PAINT WITH 1ST GRADERS????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my cup of tea. I have a hard time painting with my own kids. So much so that I don't ever let them do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bjornberg&lt;/span&gt; has an AWESOME assistant that comes in the mornings to help with things the students are doing. She pulled the kids back a few at a time and had all 28 students done in two days. It was great. I never had to get close to the mess, and she helped them keep the paint only on the ornament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing this class did was share different traditions their families have. Each day two to four parents would come in and share with the students a family tradition. Many were the same, but I learned about some new ones. The one I thought would be fun to do with my family is the white elephant game. Make sure to have a gift for everyone, then while reading 'Twas the Night Before Christmas, pass the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;presents&lt;/span&gt; around in a circle. You will know when it is time to pass the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt; every time you hear the word THE. Read that poem sometime - - there are a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;THEs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very thankful to have a good group of kids. For the most part. There were a few I wished would be swept off to their Disneyland or cruise vacations a few days early. But I had a good time. And have already talked to Ms. Jones about being in her class for a week in January when she gets married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I would like subbing, but it is working. I am always nervous during the drive there in the mornings, but I am excited and happy when I am there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-7238538025481927078?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/7238538025481927078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=7238538025481927078&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7238538025481927078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7238538025481927078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-tiring-week.html' title='A very tiring week'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-7450111409532532940</id><published>2009-12-18T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:29:50.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Memory</title><content type='html'>I have a vivid memory of a ward Christmas party when we lived in Holiday, UT. I must have been 5 or 6 years old. I can picture the gym full of people and stations where we did different crafts. That was the year we did Shrinky Dinks for Christmas ornaments. There was a coloring page station and the best of all, a Santa Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa sat on a raised platform. I remember having to climb the stairs up to talk to him. I remember his hands. They were so familiar. Then I looked in his eyes and knew right away who he was. I then whispered in his ear - so no one else could hear me - "I know it's you Dad. I won't tell."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-7450111409532532940?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/7450111409532532940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=7450111409532532940&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7450111409532532940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7450111409532532940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-memory.html' title='Christmas Memory'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-7496545204492429452</id><published>2009-12-05T19:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:47:04.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we ever slow down?</title><content type='html'>I thought that finishing school would mean that I have more time to do whatever I want. So far that is not the case. I have just replaced school work with substituting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get some fun books at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. Digital Fortress by Dan Brown, Deception Point by Dan Brown, The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins and Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Digital Fortress in two days. It was nice to not have to do anything for a couple of days. But then someone complained about not having any clean clothes to wear so I had to get laundry going. Then it seemed as though there was nothing to eat even though there was lots of food, so I had to go to the grocery store. I did start Deception Point. I am about half way through, but then I decided I better get some Christmas presents done. Then a teacher called for me to substitute for her class for Friday and Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After subing for the whole day Friday, I came home made dinner and watched TV. My brain was fried. At 7:30 pm I was ready for bed - so I went in and thought I would read for a little while. I got through 2 pages and couldn't keep my eyes open. I was asleep before 8. I have not done that for a VERY long time. But at 6:15 am when Special K (that is the name grandpa is testing - we are not sure if she will let it stick) came in to poke my face, I was rested and ready to snuggle with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I went with grandma to Ross. I don't think when we started at 9 am that we thought we would be gone until 3:30 pm, BUT we did get all of our shopping done. I have all my Christmas shopping done - all that's left is to wrap. And maybe a few more stocking things, but Santa can take care of that for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDE NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;I did get my grades back on my finals - - B for Geology and A for Education Class. That means I passed both classes with a B and C+ respectively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-7496545204492429452?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/7496545204492429452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=7496545204492429452&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7496545204492429452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7496545204492429452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-we-ever-slow-down.html' title='Do we ever slow down?'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-5488664170515322065</id><published>2009-11-28T16:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:38:19.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just turned in my last project. I have completed my AA in Early Education. I am pretty sure I have passed the two classes I just finished and will be looking forward to getting the small diploma. I have such a feeling of accomplishment. I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate - I am going to Barns &amp;amp; Noble to buy a book or two. I will have time to read whatever I want now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MADE IT!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-5488664170515322065?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/5488664170515322065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=5488664170515322065&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5488664170515322065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5488664170515322065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-did-it.html' title='I DID IT!!!!!'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-8721319103858252468</id><published>2009-11-26T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:03:24.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving from Moab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sw8-sDJoSNI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/bNxlYd5nvig/s1600/DSCF2254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408610603976116434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sw8-sDJoSNI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/bNxlYd5nvig/s320/DSCF2254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I have been taking a geology class for the past nine weeks, we thought it would be fun to experience some of the exciting geology around us. We looked at different places around us. There is just so much to choose from. So, we decided to go to Arches National Park in Moab, UT. G-parents A. had not been to Delicate Arch, and neither had we, so that is where we decided to go. &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;We got up pretty early Wednesday morning and drove down to Moab. We got there about 11 am. We couldn't have planned the day better even if we tried. We went right into Arches National Park and started at the Visitor's Center. That was a great place to start. This stop told us what to look for, what hikes to take, and how hard they would be. We were hiking with Kelsey, so we didn't want to do anything hard. We decided to go directly to the Delicate Arch hike. &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;Can you see the parking lot where we started?? This picture could be considered half way.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408610614356971538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sw8-sp0nkBI/AAAAAAAAA1g/mutSK6TEEiA/s320/DSCF2263.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It was not as easy as we thought... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408611983322812690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sw8_8VngkRI/AAAAAAAAA14/Y69B4CsOevk/s320/DSCF2278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- and it took us twice as long as the "estimated time"...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408611998979723186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sw8_9P8aD7I/AAAAAAAAA2I/laX1OTpjO-c/s320/DSCF2286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we loved it!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408610625935584146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sw8-tU9LK5I/AAAAAAAAA1w/c8bKLvs-hQk/s320/DSCF2277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408610616024195346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sw8-swCHYRI/AAAAAAAAA1o/VsdZdckainM/s320/DSCF2274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the way back, we had the best guide to get us down the mountain. The bottom of Kelsey's shoes said Dora. We were all explorers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408611989092081218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sw8_8rHAnkI/AAAAAAAAA2A/Ex8gW-8VcJw/s320/DSCF2283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That hike could not have been more fun. The weather was perfect, not hot, in some spots - CHILLY - but comfortable for hiking. When we finished the hike, we were ready to get some dinner and rest for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning, we went back into Arches and checked out the other, much shorter hikes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408612010189191650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sw8_95s8-eI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/nq7-sUzPBuk/s320/DSCF2330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408612001779077170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sw8_9aX00DI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/IB9GZwhzZt0/s320/DSCF2318.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And the weather was even better today. Beautiful sun. Beautiful sky. And the best company.We started back home and stopped at Dead Horse Point which over looks Canyon Lands National Park. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408623789593794066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sw9KrjZ3FhI/AAAAAAAAA2o/BS_SIGFUXfs/s320/IMGP3181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This park is four- wheeler heaven (no paved roads). We were pretty sure our Chrysler Mini-Van would not make it - so we had to get our fill from the look out point. Spectacular view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408623782666826498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sw9KrJmV8wI/AAAAAAAAA2g/GQVT3G4MvIk/s320/IMGP3168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This has been a great Thanksgiving. I am thankful for school that gave us the idea for our trip. I am thankful for family who were up for an adventure. I am thankful for Heavenly Father who created everything we saw. (At one point, some of the rock formations reminded us of &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dji2LFBp2Zk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Aqua Sand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We thought of how much fun Heavenly Father must have had when creating the earth.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-8721319103858252468?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/8721319103858252468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=8721319103858252468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8721319103858252468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8721319103858252468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving-from-moab.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving from Moab'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sw8-sDJoSNI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/bNxlYd5nvig/s72-c/DSCF2254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-6315866987243419580</id><published>2009-11-23T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:44:22.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-6315866987243419580?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/6315866987243419580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=6315866987243419580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6315866987243419580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6315866987243419580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/11/6-days.html' title='6 days'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-5274011435134033547</id><published>2009-11-21T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:57:19.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 more days</title><content type='html'>The end is so near I am starting to panic a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get the finals in on time? &lt;br /&gt;Will I get good enough grades on them that I will pass the classes?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be a nicer mom?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to better help kids with thier homework? &lt;br /&gt;Will I have to clean with my new extra time? &lt;br /&gt;Will I be expected to put the clothes away after I have folded them? &lt;br /&gt;Will I have to fold the clothes the same day they come out of the dryer? &lt;br /&gt;Will I have to clean the bathroom more often? &lt;br /&gt;Will I be expected to actually go for a walk and get some exercise? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to just watch TV for a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-5274011435134033547?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/5274011435134033547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=5274011435134033547&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5274011435134033547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5274011435134033547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/11/8-more-days.html' title='8 more days'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-5150116397657573238</id><published>2009-11-17T14:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:49:54.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 days left!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-5150116397657573238?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/5150116397657573238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=5150116397657573238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5150116397657573238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5150116397657573238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/11/11-days-left.html' title='11 days left!!!'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-7726809240715254848</id><published>2009-11-16T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:52:01.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious busy children</title><content type='html'>I would like to think that my children are smart, thinking children. At least they usually are. The end of last week has caused me to reevaluate this thinking. 1st child along with the help of 3rd child decided to carve a small, squishy pumpkin. 3rd child was in charge if getting the knife and came back with box cutter. 1st child proceeded to carve the pumpkin but ended up carving her thumb instead. UUUUGGGGG!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very calmly both children came upstairs to tell me what didn't happen. 3rd child began the story by telling me they were not carving a pumpkin. This statement was made before I knew anything was going on. 3rd child will need to work on information delivery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While 1st child was rinsing her thumb, she then passed out. Thankfully, 2nd child was helping in the kitchen and broke 1st child's fall with her foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gaining control of myself (because I was really mad!), I looked at the thumb and decided it needed stitches. So to the ER we went, because of course this was Friday night at 6 pm and I had not looked up Urgent Cares covered by our insurance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to be in AF. We went to the ER and before I could get the paperwork filled out, we were all ready being seen by the triage nurse. Then less than 2 minutes of sitting in the waiting room, we were taken back to see the doctor. There was no wait there either. The doctor came right in, started sticking the thumb with numbing juice, cleaned the wound, and then stitched it right up. We were out of there in about an hour. 1st child cut pretty deep, but did not hit anything that would affect the use of her thumb. She ended up with four large stitches on the outside and none on the inside. We are grateful for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday afternoon, after playing in the new snow. The kids were making paper snowflakes (because the real ones were not enough). While cutting the paper, 2nd child snipped her finger. She did not need stitches, but it sure hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both 1st child and 3rd child vowed to never do that again and 2nd child said she would be more careful. I really hope they mean it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-7726809240715254848?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/7726809240715254848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=7726809240715254848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7726809240715254848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7726809240715254848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/11/curious-busy-children.html' title='Curious busy children'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-8129207924733937105</id><published>2009-10-30T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:08:44.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 years already</title><content type='html'>Allynn turned 12 today. I can't believe how time just flies by. She is growing into quite the young lady. She is super helpful all the time. She doesn't complain about much - unless she is really tired. I couldn't have picked a better first child - oh wait I did pick her. She is the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week could have been her last week in Primary sharing time, but her teacher asked her to stick around for this week to help with the class presentation. She is such a good kid, that she is going to stay and help. She is really looking forward to the Tuesday activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for her and feeling a little old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-8129207924733937105?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/8129207924733937105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=8129207924733937105&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8129207924733937105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8129207924733937105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/10/12-years-already.html' title='12 years already'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-9040146975891784114</id><published>2009-10-30T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:09:28.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th grade</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I took a last minute sub job at the same school as last week. This was a different class. I was so excited that I was called, I forgot to ask about the class. Their school starts at 8 am and I got the call at 745 am. While I can be spontaneous, I like to have things planned so I can mentally prepare. And it was a Thursday - I don't usually have a babysitter for Kelsey on Thursdays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the call by not getting to the phone fast enough. I listened to the message and called the school right back. It was for half day - just the morning. That worked out perfect for me since The dad was going to a doctor appointment that morning. He would be able to take Ms. K with him - not always the best situation - but it worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the class and the teacher was there. She needed to go home to be with her own daughter who has swine flu. YUCK!! Now I was worried about touching anything in the classroom. I don't want to be sick. Everything falls apart with the mom is sick. I don't want to be sick!!!! Anyway - as the teacher is leaving I ask the class what grade this is. They all tell me 4Th grade. I then replied, "Oh good, then you all know the rules and I don't have to worry about anyone breaking them." The teacher then said, "Oh yes - we have already talked about proper sub statute etiquette." She had a plan for the day all ready for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she came back at lunch, I shared with her some of the fun experiences we had encountered while she was gone. &lt;br /&gt;- When I went to collect the PM kids, I came back to three students getting out the frog.&lt;br /&gt;- One student decided that he was going to be English for the day and spoke with an accent. When I asked him about his British accent, he corrected me by explaining he was English because he was from London. I shared with him that London was in Great Brittan, therefore he would also be British. He said, "I guess I should have known that." &lt;br /&gt;- The class had a "specialty" that morning which was P.E. When I went back to collect the class, they were getting lined up and one kid called another a name so that kid scratched in retaliation. The P.E. teacher saw it, not me. Those two lost a recess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty good class and I would do it again. But even for a half day, I was very tired. And I did get sick. I took a long nap, but ended up with a fever. Today I rested and slept a lot of the day. But now I feel better and am ready for Halloween tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-9040146975891784114?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/9040146975891784114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=9040146975891784114&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/9040146975891784114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/9040146975891784114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/10/4th-grade.html' title='4th grade'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-8465191845062489537</id><published>2009-10-25T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:20:53.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today starts Week 5! Only 5 weeks left!</title><content type='html'>And last payment on the van was made. Now just waiting for the title. Pray for the van. Now that it is paid off - - it cannot die!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-8465191845062489537?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/8465191845062489537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=8465191845062489537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8465191845062489537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8465191845062489537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-starts-week-5-only-5-weeks-left.html' title='Today starts Week 5! Only 5 weeks left!'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-4891859589327369632</id><published>2009-10-21T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:03:20.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived!!</title><content type='html'>I managed to make it through the first day of subbing. I am pretty pleased with myself. I did not sleep very well last night, for fear that I would miss the alarm go off at 6:00 AM. When 6 finally came, I was worried about getting the door and too the school on time and with a lunch. I just kept moving. I am sure by this time my adrenaline kicked in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey got up with no problem and was excited to go to Julie's. Grandma was kind enough to lend Kelsey her High School Musical lunch bag. Kelsey took carrots, cantaloupe, a banana, and fruit snacks with her. I took a sandwich, some carrots, and celery with peanut butter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping off Ms. K. I headed over to the school. I got there with plenty of time to read over the lesson plan left by the teacher. This was the perfect class to be my first time! Not because the kids were good, but because the teacher was great!! She left the best lesson plan. She knew exactly how long everything would last. She knew the attention span of her class really well! The day just kept moving from one thing to the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the students - there was one that I could have done without, but he was not kick out of the room horrible. In the first part of the day he was wiggly. After lunch, he came to class with something to say about everything. He was quite noisy. I was glad the tasks they were working on did not require complete silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did an OK job. There was one moment of chaos (I felt) when it was time to transition into math and I didn't understand the game I was teaching them. It took me and extra minute to get the hang of it and then everything went very smoothly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the day was over, I feel I had a good stride going and felt I could do it again. Especially for that class. Well, for that teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My adrenaline petered out while I was in the middle of making dinner. Once I sat to eat, I was not sure I would be able to get up from the table. I have managed to make it downstairs and am ready for bed. It was a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-4891859589327369632?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/4891859589327369632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=4891859589327369632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4891859589327369632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4891859589327369632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-survived.html' title='I survived!!'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-6858169399271192921</id><published>2009-10-20T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:11:17.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>I am so behind - well I was behind. I felt like I was behind in everything and only more was coming. I was behind on homework. I was behind on laundry. I was behind on cleaning the bathroom. I was behind on blogging. I was behind on my shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - I am now caught up on the homework. It is Tuesday of Week 4 of 9. I am current in both classes and have read some of what is due for Thursday. I could be better prepared for the education class assignment due Friday, but I am not. It is a PowerPoint about gender bias in schools. Sometimes I feel like the more we talk about differences and prejudices, the more prejudice I get. I will be glad to have classes over. I am moving along!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and today I worked on getting caught up on laundry which provided me with time to get caught up on my shows. Mostly reruns of Law and Order: Criminal Intent. I like Goren. Anyway. Laundry is washed, amazingly folded, and I can't believe - put away. I am starting to feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is also another source of anxiety. I will be substituting for the first time. I am very nervous. I have been told several times it is just like primary - but primary only lasts for 80 minutes at the most. This will be a class of first graders from 8 am to 330 pm. I hope I am ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tomorrow afternoon, The dad's parents will roll into town for a short visit. It is fun to see and visit with them. They will be coming for dinner. I think I will make potato soup since that is really easy and will be ready fairly quickly. Had I planned better, I would have purchased something to go in the crock pot - but I didn't. It is all good. Family is good at helping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the bathrooms and the vacuuming - I guess that will have to wait another day since I decided to blog instead of clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-6858169399271192921?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/6858169399271192921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=6858169399271192921&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6858169399271192921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6858169399271192921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/10/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-2883749060201141586</id><published>2009-10-14T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:31:29.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Week 7 is coming to a close. Only 6 weeks left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-2883749060201141586?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/2883749060201141586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=2883749060201141586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2883749060201141586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2883749060201141586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-7-is-coming-to-close.html' title=''/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-6858198284735498112</id><published>2009-10-09T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:16:51.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocking my baked baby</title><content type='html'>Today Kelsey and I had the job of waiting for the handyman/plumber to come look at the water heater. We knew that he was scheduled to arrive at 1 PM, so to make sure we would not miss him, we came upstairs to the kitchen to wait. The timing was perfect for lunch, fix the water heater, take a nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2:30 he still had not arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pass the time, we watched TV, peeled apples on the Apple-core-peeler, made apple crisp, and sat in the rocking chair and sang songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point she was disgusted by a fly on the wall. Which made me sing a great camp favorite - "Here we sit like flies on the potty seat, flies on the potty-seat, flies on the potty seat..." That is as far as I got since she didn't like that I was singing about a potty seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sang "If you're happy and you know it." "Jesus wants me for a Sunbeep" and "We are a happy family". Then she got quite and snuggled into my lap. This made me think of "Rock-a-bye Baby". She moved her self to be cradled in my arms. She laid there looking at me, batting her eyes, with a soft smile on her face. As though all in the world had stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the song was over she said, "Sing the other baby song."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What baby song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey: The one where you bake the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we need to work on "Pat-a-Cake" a little bit more since it is the cake we bake - - not the baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-6858198284735498112?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/6858198284735498112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=6858198284735498112&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6858198284735498112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6858198284735498112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/10/rocking-my-baked-baby.html' title='Rocking my baked baby'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-7874647986888191433</id><published>2009-10-08T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:22:13.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to do my homework!!!</title><content type='html'>However - only 8 1/2 weeks left!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-7874647986888191433?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/7874647986888191433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=7874647986888191433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7874647986888191433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7874647986888191433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-want-to-do-my-homework.html' title='I don&apos;t want to do my homework!!!'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-7737094968231776355</id><published>2009-10-07T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:38:24.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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These two kidlets have had a hard time catching on to reading. They do OK, but are not quite up to snuff. So in an effort to help them, I took them to the eye doctor to make sure they could see the board and the books they are asked to read. Sure enough - they can see. The doctor said they can see, they can focus, the problem may be in their interpretation, and I can't help with that. So - we will continue with the efforts we are already taking. More and more and more reading. The need to practice. Sydney's teacher sent home some short lessons to help her with her decoding. For Austin - we have a great lady in our ward that works in the school district's reading recovery program. She is meeting with him to help him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annoying thing is they are both so stinking smart that they are bored with practicing. I hope they will find a love of reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my eyes checked. I already wear glasses and am in need of a new pair. I thought I just couldn't get the pair I have clean any more. Turns out, my eyes are getting worse and the prescription has changed. I was amazed at the difference during the test. The doctor also dilated all of our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something about getting your eyes dilated. Not only does it make your pupils huge, but it makes your kids REALLY LOUD and OBNOXIOUS. (Maybe I was just annoyed with the stinging eyes - who knows.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-4059612828792200305?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/4059612828792200305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=4059612828792200305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4059612828792200305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4059612828792200305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/10/eye-doctor.html' title='Eye Doctor'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-5899755205224290767</id><published>2009-09-27T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:34:08.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They hear everything</title><content type='html'>Last week was Stake Conference. I like Stake Conference, I must admit, because it starts at 10 am and we are done in 2 hours. Our regular block time starts at 1:00 pm. This is my nap time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, last week was Stake Conference. The music was beautiful, the talks were great. We managed to get through the whole meeting without having to take anyone out or having the three year old stand up and ask (in her outside voice) if it was time to go to nursery. And yes, she has done that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO - this time mom (me) was prepared with church related quiet activities for all four kidlets to do. And the Bishop sat in front of us, so I thought for sure that meant we would have great behavior from our children trying to impress the Bishop.  And they were!! Very quiet and listening to the talks. We even know Kelsey was listening while she was coloring. How do we know this?  The first speaker was a newly ordained Elder with his call to Madagascar. Yes, he said Madagascar, which caused Kelsey to stand up and say "Madagascar, I saw that movie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are always listening and hear everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-5899755205224290767?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/5899755205224290767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=5899755205224290767&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5899755205224290767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5899755205224290767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/09/they-hear-everything.html' title='They hear everything'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-1251373406657196048</id><published>2009-09-25T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:27:45.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with a 3 year old</title><content type='html'>Mom: "Kelsey - why do you have the loaf of bread?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey: "Because I am hungry. I need a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but I can't open the bread. You have to do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Why didn't you ask me for help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey: "Because I got a chair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom hands Kelsey two pieces of bread and the closed loaf of bread back. Kelsey starts to walk away. She then turns to Mom and says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey: "I can do it, I know the ingredients."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-1251373406657196048?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/1251373406657196048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=1251373406657196048&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/1251373406657196048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/1251373406657196048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/09/conversation-with-3-year-old.html' title='Conversation with a 3 year old'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-7630034688170312184</id><published>2009-09-04T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:23:05.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flushing the van and eating the paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today Kelsey and I took the van in to have the transmission flushed and serviced. This is not a quick process. Lucky for us there was a McDonald's within walking distance, and it had a play place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After playing for a while, we got baby ice cream cones. Kelsey thought these were so cool. As we were sitting there enjoying our tasty treat - I bit into the cone. She was shocked and quickly asked, "Mommm, why are you eating the paper?" I told her it was the cone and that you are supposed to eat it. She gave me a funny look and kept licking hers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, when there was only ice cream in the cone, she looked a little disappointed. I told her to bite it and that it was like a cookie. So she did. She thought that was so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377803010959706962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SqHLWHxHi1I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/to6HSANe1YI/s320/Kelsey+and+Ice+cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I guess I have not done a good job of exposing my children to the finer things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-7630034688170312184?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/7630034688170312184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=7630034688170312184&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7630034688170312184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7630034688170312184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/09/flushing-van-and-eating-paper.html' title='Flushing the van and eating the paper'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SqHLWHxHi1I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/to6HSANe1YI/s72-c/Kelsey+and+Ice+cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-7876829090647982444</id><published>2009-08-28T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:01:35.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing special</title><content type='html'>The kidlets have now been in school for a whole week. They are learning new things and making friends. They come home very tired, but it is well worth it. Kelsey is not as excited about school starting because she does not get to leave when everyone else does. She and I are looking for things to do. At the end of September, the library will start their story time program. We are looking forward to that. The weather is still nice so we can be outside too. We just have to be careful because she is on an antibiotic that is photo sensitive. (nothing serious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my school, I can see a small glimmer of light at the end of the very long tunnel.  I am currently in the 5th week of my current 9 week block. I am taking Math 157 - Math for Elementary Teacher II. Since when did elementary kids learn statistics. I must admit that my 5th grader - now 6th grader had to help me with some of the concepts involving mean, median, and mode. Once I learned how to figure those, I had to learn about, variance, standard deviation, interquartile range of data and how to put that information into a box-and-whisker plot. That was the first two weeks. Now I am into geometry learning about rotational symmetry, reflectional symmetry, and whether polygons are regular or not. My head is swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other class I am in is AED 222 - Introduction to the Exceptional Learner. In this class I am learning about different learning abilities and disabilities. The final is comprised of me creating an IEP (individualized education program) for a make-believe student. So far I am learning the components of an IEP and which students work with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these classes, I will have one 9 week block of two classes left!  I am very excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been finger-printed and placed in the system to substitute teach in the local school district.  I will be able to log into the district system to select the jobs I feel I can do, on the days I am available. I am nervous, but I will try not to have a panic attack when I accept my first job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dad is just working away. He has been recognized three times in two months by customers. This afforded him the privilege of going to the "Raving Fans" lunch. He said the food was good, but would have rather been given the $10. He is learning lots and enjoying it too. He works downtown SLC. After driving his 1989 Camry without air conditioning for a week, he started taking the bus. It was a good choice. He has an hour in the morning and evening when he can check his email and his farm with the laptop. And he doesn't have to worry about the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss Reno, but are happy, healthy, and settling in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-7876829090647982444?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/7876829090647982444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=7876829090647982444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7876829090647982444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7876829090647982444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothing-special.html' title='Nothing special'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-2291725576113556554</id><published>2009-08-20T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:08:17.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/So10PkVzV1I/AAAAAAAAA0E/dPeVcg_rsHM/s1600-h/First+Day+of+school.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372077741324851026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/So10PkVzV1I/AAAAAAAAA0E/dPeVcg_rsHM/s320/First+Day+of+school.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kidlets are so excited to be back at school. Even though they are nervous about starting a new school, they have been to Open House to see their classrooms and teachers. Now they are gone for the day. I am glad I will not hear "I'm bored" or "I'm hungry" all day long. Well, at least from those three. I cried thinking about not having my buddies with me. I cried thinking about what I was going to do with the fourth all day while they were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372077063247302322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/So1zoGThDrI/AAAAAAAAAz0/64nC2z1LClM/s320/First+Day+of+School+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kelsey is not ready for them to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372077070832645474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/So1zoikANWI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Yvi1rApwSZ8/s320/First+Day+of+School+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here goes the start of a new school year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-2291725576113556554?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/2291725576113556554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=2291725576113556554&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2291725576113556554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2291725576113556554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/So10PkVzV1I/AAAAAAAAA0E/dPeVcg_rsHM/s72-c/First+Day+of+school.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-4274256965237384758</id><published>2009-07-28T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:02:31.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone National Park</title><content type='html'>For the Fourth of July weekend, we decided to go camping near Yellowstone Park just outside of West Yellowstone, where I grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time looking through the town, showing the kids where I lived and played, went to school and looking for the tricky tree (which is no longer there, bummer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This October will mark 20 years since my family moved from West Yellowstone, MT to San Jose, CA and the growth of that small town sure shows it. The last time I was there we saw much of the growth, but even in the two years since that visit, a HUGE time share complex has been added. There was also a McDonald's. Growing up we had the D &amp;amp; R drive-in (no longer there) and the Dairy Queen (still there and looks the same!). I even looked for the Bargain Depot which was a trinket store in an old train car. This was the place I bought a pair of black leather pants that I actually wore. (What was I thinking?) We stopped along Canyon Blvd where the first two stop lights were installed the summer before we moved. Along Canyon are the majority of the tourist shops, diners, and other small town attractions. Sydney happened to be the only child without a hat for the weekend, so she and I jumped out really quick to buy one before heading into the park. Later that night when I was looking at the receipt, sure enough we had gone into the Bargain Depot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We showed them the school I went to which has since been converted into more shops and a new school was built in what we called the New Addition or Madison Addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took the kids into Yellowstone National Park for some fun sights and not so fun smells. Just as we were approaching Norris Geyser Basin, Jason and I rolled the windows down for the unsuspecting passengers in the back. Austin was sure he would not be getting out of the car since it smelled so bad. I actually thought the smell was pretty tame compared to my childhood memories of the stinky sulfur emanating from the geysers and fumerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hiked in a little ways to Artist Paint Pots to see the beautifully colored pools and the hot mud pots. We were glad to have bug repellent because the eraser size mosquitoes were out in force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363534178490348930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm8Z6wmVdYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/LfUlxFxzIuY/s320/Yellowstone+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363534189587870802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm8Z7Z8MNFI/AAAAAAAAAzY/t1zeltYDOmE/s320/Yellowstone+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We also made the long hike down to the rim of the Lower Falls of the Yellowstone. A hike I was not looking forward to but was pressured by The Dad to come anyway. Lucky for me, Kelsey stopped holding hands on the narrow steep trail and had to sit out the rest of the hike. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363352299632710914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm50gBDh1QI/AAAAAAAAAyw/f2pBZ78YxG8/s320/Yellowstone+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At the end of the hike, The Dad turned to Allynn and said, "Now, when you come back here with your husband and he insists that you take this hike, you tell him that there are other look-out points and that you have already done this hike." I tried to warn him.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363527206035248818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm8Tk6Lf1rI/AAAAAAAAAzI/1IHydbhPjzA/s320/Yellowstone+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363527199353364082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm8TkhSaXnI/AAAAAAAAAzA/kirhrfvYeHM/s320/Yellowstone+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That night the town had a parade and fireworks to celebrate the holiday. Unfortunately we didn't make it out of the park in time for the parade and we didn't make it to the fireworks either. When we came back to our campsite for dinner, we discovered it had rained during the day and all the sleeping bags and blankets got soaked. We spent the evening drying everything so we would be ready for bed. So - we listened to the fireworks and saw a few done by the ranchers next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went back into the park and hurried into Old Faithful. There we hiked around the different paths and watched Old Faithful erupt. Then it was time to get back into the van for the long ride home. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363526755609509394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm8TKsNofhI/AAAAAAAAAy4/KRKir_NtD1Y/s320/Yellowstone+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We didn't see very many animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe 5 Bison - although the kids did get to experience &lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Bison-jam when the Bison is on the road walking like he is the only thing around and cars have to wait for him to get out of the way. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363352298054788050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm50f7LUo9I/AAAAAAAAAyo/gXVXmkuQF30/s320/Bison-Jam+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Poser Bison - who sits right on the side of the road and looks from camera to camera helping each tourist get the best face shot.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363352287825544322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm50fVEexII/AAAAAAAAAyY/-yQYErBefj4/s320/Bison+Poser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One bald eagle sitting near the nest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Several Elk - but not the huge herds I remember as a kid. Mammoth Hot springs had a small heard sitting on a grassy island which caused a traffic jam. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One white wolf that was scared off by another kid yelling, "Hey I just saw a white wolf!" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No moose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No bears. We were so disappointed. Then four days later Aunt Julie saw several bears. We will just have to go again and look harder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;All in all, we had a great time and will go again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-4274256965237384758?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/4274256965237384758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=4274256965237384758&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4274256965237384758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4274256965237384758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/07/yellowstone-national-park.html' title='Yellowstone National Park'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm8Z6wmVdYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/LfUlxFxzIuY/s72-c/Yellowstone+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-7971906712408171483</id><published>2009-07-27T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:55:27.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoover Dam</title><content type='html'>Our next trip took us down to Arizona for Jason's graduation from the University of Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363346857801152802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm5vjQpx-SI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Nxy-76EZKF0/s320/Hoover+Dam+13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove down to Las Vegas where we met up with Jason's parents, then headed south. We decided to cram as much into the trip as possible, so we first went to Hoover Dam. We were not able to stop for a tour, but we did get out for a minute (so HOT!) to look around and take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363346853636661970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm5vjBI44tI/AAAAAAAAAxg/KN1D8SWxFxk/s320/Hoover+Dam+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They are in the process of building a new bridge to remove trafic from driving over the dam, I believe for security reasons. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363346850919281106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm5vi3BA8dI/AAAAAAAAAxY/TE1vtcAWPoY/s320/Hoover+Dam+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363346845698606498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm5vijkTxaI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/5eZkB7iidtU/s320/Hoover+Dam+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-7971906712408171483?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/7971906712408171483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=7971906712408171483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7971906712408171483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7971906712408171483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/07/hoover-dam.html' title='Hoover Dam'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm5vjQpx-SI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Nxy-76EZKF0/s72-c/Hoover+Dam+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-5249239882675078192</id><published>2009-07-27T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:51:48.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We stayed in Surprise, Arizona. We arrived early enough in the afternoon and it was 115 degrees that swimming was in order. Once everyone was suited up and covered in sunblock, we headed down to the pool. We had just arrived no 40 minuets earlier and the weather was calm and dry. The air was beautiful until we stepped out to get in the pool. A huge wind storm blew, and blew. I thought for sure there was a fire, but it was just a wall of sand and dirt coming right at us. I have never experienced anything like that before. Kelsey was done quickly, but The Dad and big Kidlets stayed until the pool closed. (I wish I had a picture - Think of Hildago or the Mummy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363350668231925170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm5zBDnRXbI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VrnNtHAXcDQ/s320/Sand%2520Storm%25201-777624%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(OK - not this bad, but you kind of get the idea!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next day was graduation in Glendale, AZ at the University of Phoenix stadium where the Arizona Cardinals play football.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363317793756946258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm5VHgpqH1I/AAAAAAAAAxI/cF8jS2Ko2q0/s320/UoP+Stadium.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The ceremony was great!! The Keynote speaker and the student speaker were perfect! (short and sweet). Then we watched as Jason walked across the stage to get the rolled up piece of paper that tells you to pay any outstanding balances and order your diploma. It was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363316753004693298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm5UK7i_BzI/AAAAAAAAAw4/FFP7fEhki4g/s320/Graduation+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Masters in Information Systems&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363316738656368242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm5UKGGE9nI/AAAAAAAAAww/e6F9WuWcreA/s320/Graduation+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363316726025690946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm5UJXCsH0I/AAAAAAAAAwo/JAvk2a9r8TI/s320/Graduation+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363316759256198066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm5ULS1da7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/ts2Ov_4Cxj8/s320/Graduation+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then for a treat, Papa took us all to see Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. This was fun since we had been listening to the book during all of our traveling. The best part for me was coming out of the movie and Sydney started talking about all the stuff that was missing from the movie that was in the book. She does not like to read. I hope this gave her insight to the wonderful world of reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-5249239882675078192?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/5249239882675078192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=5249239882675078192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5249239882675078192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5249239882675078192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/07/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm5zBDnRXbI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VrnNtHAXcDQ/s72-c/Sand%2520Storm%25201-777624%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-5257786431376330621</id><published>2009-07-26T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:51:26.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grand Canyon</title><content type='html'>The drive home from Arizona was much longer than the drive there. In the spirit of cramming as much as we could into three days, we drove home through the South Rim of the Grand Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363348419772099650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm5w-LcrLEI/AAAAAAAAAxw/EBLbZJl__og/s320/Grand+Canyon+Entrance.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I had never been there before. The area before the Grand Canyon was beautiful forest. So green. I had not expected that. The road through the National Park is lined with tall pine trees. Then after parking the car, we walked to the look out points and see the canyon. So beautiful. We wondered if the lines on the rock walls were from water levels dropping. It took us a good two and a half hours to drive the 25 miles through the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363348424936841250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm5w-esC4CI/AAAAAAAAAx4/UIuyXc_aCDI/s320/Grand+Canyon+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After two stops, however, Kelsey was not allowed out of the car again because she was too busy, wouldn't hold hands, and was sticking her body through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guard&lt;/span&gt; rails. She was not happy. After we fed her at one stop, she fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363349294130401266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm5xxEr8D_I/AAAAAAAAAyI/K-uRpSNiZlw/s320/Grand+Canyon+15.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After the park, we followed the road through the reservation to Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Powell&lt;/span&gt;. We didn't get to stop there, but would like to plan a trip to go back. The whole area was to beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we had a fun trip. We were exhausted when we finally made it home Monday morning at 4 am. The Dad was glad he had the whole day off to recuperate from all the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next weekend The Dad and The Boy are headed to Father and Sons &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;camp out&lt;/span&gt;. Then the next weekend is camping with the Alger family at Fish Lake. Then school will start. This summer sure has flown by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-5257786431376330621?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/5257786431376330621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=5257786431376330621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5257786431376330621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5257786431376330621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/07/grand-canyon.html' title='The Grand Canyon'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sm5w-LcrLEI/AAAAAAAAAxw/EBLbZJl__og/s72-c/Grand+Canyon+Entrance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-1589418310562054078</id><published>2009-07-25T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:52:12.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am trying to catch up - IN BETWEEN</title><content type='html'>Between Memorial Day and the last day of school, the kids and I were able to go to Hollister for a quick weekend to spend time with Mema and Papa. We drove over the hill (Donner Pass) Friday night, and managed to make pretty good time. Saturday we got up, had breakfast, and headed to the beach. The sky was overcast and a little chilly but we went anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Pajaro Dunnes straight west of Watsonville. I was cold, but the kidlets were in the water (at least up to their ankles). KeeKee at one point tried to walk across a small pool of water, tripped and fell in face first. When she stood up, her major concern was that her shirt got wet. She didn't seem to be bothered that she was also covered in sand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone had a good time. The seagulls were lined up along the shore waiting for the waves to come in. At first I didn't understand what they were doing, but with each wave, small creatures were floating right in as a seagull snack wave. Allynn managed to find a live sand dollar. That was neat. And Austin found two clams. Both children decided they need to bring these creatures home with them. In the car on the way home, Austin was holding one of the clams when it started to open. You should have heard the squeal that came out of his mouth. I almost had to pull over to calm him down. He was sure it was dead when he picked it up. They put the clam back in the water. Then it looked like it was sticking its tonge out. That was a fun adveture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346140936136013682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SjFO2zmPt3I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sOzb7Y1iws8/s400/0530091226a%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to Castroville for fried atichoke hearts and the Giant Artichoke. So yummy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346137906876325650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SjFMGeudHxI/AAAAAAAAAwI/H_ozOYyvOBI/s400/118209331_026a03d68c%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then back to Hollister where we all went to see UP! (squirrel!). Then Sunday morning it was time to get back to Reno for the last three days of school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time and hope to go again one more time this summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-1589418310562054078?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/1589418310562054078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=1589418310562054078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/1589418310562054078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/1589418310562054078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-between.html' title='I am trying to catch up - IN BETWEEN'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SjFO2zmPt3I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sOzb7Y1iws8/s72-c/0530091226a%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-4777617796611042142</id><published>2009-07-22T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:35:04.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating the Wells</title><content type='html'>I decided that since I have a final paper due on Sunday that now would be a good time to update our blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last blog post; my brother got married; we went to West Yellowstone; Jason finished his master; we went to Arizona for graduation; and have hung out in the house and at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are waiting for the pictures from the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures of our trip to Yellowstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have graduation pictures with a stop over at the Grand Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to get those downloaded so I can share them with all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-4777617796611042142?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/4777617796611042142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=4777617796611042142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4777617796611042142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4777617796611042142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/07/updating-wells.html' title='Updating the Wells'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-700051162514361469</id><published>2009-06-26T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:45:24.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much going on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. We made it to Utah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Lots of Rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. We got our rec. center passes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. More rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Groom's (little brother) BBQ - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;planned, prepared, executed! LOTS OF FUN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Beautiful Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Wedding Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Beautiful Morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Today it is raining again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Bring on Summer (and the rain, I love it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-700051162514361469?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/700051162514361469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=700051162514361469&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/700051162514361469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/700051162514361469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-much-going-on.html' title='Too much going on!'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-1284472308968132710</id><published>2009-05-31T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:02:42.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving is awful!!</title><content type='html'>This has been the hardest move by far! Our plan was for The Dad to leave Saturday morning of Memorial Day weekend. Leaving then would have given him the weekend to get settled before he started his new job Tuesday morning. I was going to stay here with the kidlets until school ended the first week of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as with all good plans, this one fell apart quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us longer to load the Uhaul and then not everything fit. Turns out we have much more stuff than we thought. So, Saturday night at 9:30 pm we were still trying to load more into the truck and finally filled every space. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342212170271713554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SiNZqiPQaRI/AAAAAAAAAv4/KCmlsylE460/s400/0523092057+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Much to Allaha's dismay, she was the small person who had to crawl out of the very full truck after getting the last box in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342212174597184626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SiNZqyWh3HI/AAAAAAAAAwA/lQWl8lyq6l0/s400/0523092057c+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt; Since there were still boxes needing to go to Utah, we took out the back seats of the van and filled it with as much as we could. That meant the kids and I had to drive with The Dad to Utah. I had the absurd idea that I would drive to Utah Sunday and drive back to Nevada on Monday. We didn't get out of Reno until 2:30 pm Sunday because we didn't realize how long it takes to load the small car onto the car-transport, then load the small car with more stuff. 45 minutes out of town, I realized I would not be able to drive back Monday, so I made arrangements with the mom of the kids I watch so I could sleep Monday night and drive back on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were actually surprised just how well the Uhaul + trailer cruised across the desert. We made it to Elko by 8:30 pm where we stopped for some dinner. After eating, we decided to push on to Wendover. Once over the boarder, we stopped to get some rest. We found an inexpensive motel with free WiFi. I posted my homework that was due that night and went to sleep. That was midnight. I then got up at 4 am to get everyone else up and ready to go so we could be in AF at the storage unit before the arrival of our Unload-the-truck help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the best help!!! Dave, Matt, Arthur, Peter, Julie, Whitney, Mom, Dad!! All were there with big smiles and strong muscles to get that truck unloaded to the storage unit, more unloaded to the house, loaded from the house, unloaded to the storage unit, unloaded at Julie's house, and there may have been one more stop in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally finished about 2:30 pm when we went to Applebee's for some much needed lunch. After sitting at the table for about 5 minutes, KeeKee and Otie fell asleep. The Dad and I felt much the same way. After lunch we returned the truck and began to get The Dad settled so he could focus on the new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning as The Dad left for work, the kids and I said good bye and headed back to Reno. Thanks to Redbox they watched Benji: Off the leash, Happily Never After 2, The Day the Earth Stood Still, and one more,but I can't remember it right now. We made it back very tired, but safe and sound. The kids went back to school Wednesday and I watched the extras like normal, just in a very empty house. Only 5 more days and hopefully we will get back to some semblance of normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-1284472308968132710?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/1284472308968132710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=1284472308968132710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/1284472308968132710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/1284472308968132710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/05/moving-is-awful.html' title='Moving is awful!!'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SiNZqiPQaRI/AAAAAAAAAv4/KCmlsylE460/s72-c/0523092057+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-816919150261108880</id><published>2009-05-20T01:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T03:11:22.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally awake at 1 am</title><content type='html'>Last night some friends took me to dinner for my birthday, which is in a few days. After getting home around 9:30 pm and getting things finished up for the evening, I finally turned off the TV and the light to go to sleep at 11:30 pm. It is now 1:48 am and I am wide away. So now is as good a time as ever to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to thoughts of the friends I have made here in Reno. I have done a pretty good job of making really good friends in all the places we have lived over the last 13 years. This stop in life has been no different. These ladies have taken good care of me and our children and have given Jason a hard time when needed. I will miss them. I know I will make new friends! I will also be living closer to family, who will always be my friends. Moving to Reno has been the farthest we have lived from family (except for the year and a half in Singapore, but that was 10 years ago so it does not seem to count anymore). These people have become an extended family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these people have contributed to our family in ways they will never know. Two brethren of our ward will always be close to my heart because they were so willing to spend time with Jason when he was in need of a friend. Weeks after we had moved to Reno, Jason was still getting used to being the boss at work. The staff that he had inherited were not happy to see him, and caused a great deal of problems for him. One evening the fatigue of it all just came crashing down on him. He knew he needed a blessing, but didn't know who to call other than the bishop. When the bishop's wife answered the phone and said her husband was not available, I thought for sure Jason would stop there. Sister Bishop then gave us the name of the 1st Counselor and Jason called him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat, he and another brother were at our house, after 9 pm, in less than 30 minutes to give Jason a blessing and then stayed over 2 hours sharing their own experiences with management and disgruntled employees. What a difference those two men made!! I will forever be grateful to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others have been there to watch our children while I go to doctor appointments. Even by watching the extra children. Always so cheerful and encouraging. Reminding me that I have good kids. Or calling to ask if they can come over to chat. Telling me they chose to come to my house because they knew I could cheer them up. Little did they know that calling me cheered me up. Thanks, you know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others have taken the day off to drive four hours to the Oakland Temple for a family sealing, just to sit outside with our children. Then endure a day of family and a four hour ride home. Or taken another day off just to drive 3 hours to Discovery Kingdom, so I didn't have to be the only adult with four children. Or left work in the middle of the day to pick up one of my children from school because I couldn't go get to her. Or IMing while working. Or looking at scans of cards. Or getting up early to exercise even though they &lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; mornings. Or hanging out really late playing Guitar Hero. Or playing cards. Or doing cartwheels. Or having spaghetti sauce, a can of corn, butter, or a Pepsi on Sunday afternoons. Not to mention the quite sacrament meetings I had because they had the baby. Or having a good cry. Thanks, you know who your are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then others who came over to chat only to end up reading People. Or to watch TV because they missed it the night before and I had it recorded only to end up talking all through it. Or to entertain six children while I lay on the couch pregnant and sick to my stomach. Or to sit on the shores of Lake Tahoe, talk about nothing and something and watch the sail boats go by. Or go camping with me so I wouldn't be the only adult with four children. Or to always tell me that I am amazing on all the days I don't feel amazing. Thanks, you know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, for many of these things, a number of names could be placed there, so if you relate to any of this... Thanks, you have no idea the difference you have made in my life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-816919150261108880?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/816919150261108880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=816919150261108880&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/816919150261108880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/816919150261108880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/05/totally-wake-at-1-am.html' title='Totally awake at 1 am'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-3472698183960531675</id><published>2009-05-14T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:36:29.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>It has come to my attention that if the Wells are leaving Reno, they will no longer be the Reno Wells.  I guess we could be just The Wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to think about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-3472698183960531675?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/3472698183960531675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=3472698183960531675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/3472698183960531675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/3472698183960531675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-7719000267630423827</id><published>2009-05-07T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:43:23.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wells on the Move</title><content type='html'>It's official, the Wells are moving to American Fork, Utah. Jason has been offered a transfer position with Integra Telecom, which is the company he has been working for since October. He is looking forward to learning more about the company in this new area. He got the position because someone was promoted. We like to hear that they promote from within. He is learning a lot about customer service and the business to business telephone industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts after Memorial Day, so we will be packing up all our stuff and he will drive out that weekend. The kids and I will stay here and camp out in the house until school is out the first week of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are sad to leave Reno, but are looking forward to new opportunities and adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-7719000267630423827?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/7719000267630423827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=7719000267630423827&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7719000267630423827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7719000267630423827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/05/wells-on-move.html' title='Wells on the Move'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-801542326934458839</id><published>2009-04-24T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:11:27.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother - The Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Mom is a graduate secretary in the College of Health and Human Performance at BYU. From what I understand, she reads the graduate students thesis papers, edits, and helps them complete all they need to be ready to graduate and is assistant to Dr. Lindsey. She started taking classes to help her do her job better. After 8 years of taking one class per semester she has graduated with a BA in English!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As another function as graduate secretary, she plans the graduation. She sets the program and plans the meet-n-greet (party) for after the ceremony. She decided to "walk" with the students she has been working with and the faculty she has work with for years. I think it is great that she participated in the ceremony and party she planned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328522872918887650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SfK3UjnfzOI/AAAAAAAAAvw/DvwHu-TitKo/s320/Mom+and+Dad+graduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I didn't get to go to the graduation, but thanks to technology I was able to share in some of the excitement. GREAT JOB, MOM!!! You are such a great example to me and my family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For video go &lt;a href="http://julie536.blogspot.com/2009/04/graduation-girl.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; For fun info about mom go &lt;a href="http://nate-becky.blogspot.com/2009/04/rise-and-shout-cougars-are-out.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-801542326934458839?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/801542326934458839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=801542326934458839&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/801542326934458839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/801542326934458839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mother-graduate.html' title='My Mother - The Graduate'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SfK3UjnfzOI/AAAAAAAAAvw/DvwHu-TitKo/s72-c/Mom+and+Dad+graduation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-4438105400309695228</id><published>2009-04-23T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:22:26.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 5 of 9</title><content type='html'>Last week was spring break. It snowed and was very, very cold. Then Sunday was beautiful and this week has been wonderful. Spring break this years was pretty boring. This needed break from school seemed to come very late this year. However, the nice thing about spring break being now is that we only have 5 weeks and two days left of this school year. WOO HOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am in week 5 of 9 for my current block of classes, Math &amp;amp; Political Science. I will be glad to finish, although I am enjoying these classes (very interesting), but that will be two more classes completed leaving 5 until I am finished. YEAH ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, Grandma graduates from BYU!! We are sad to not be there, so have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-4438105400309695228?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/4438105400309695228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=4438105400309695228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4438105400309695228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4438105400309695228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-5-of-9.html' title='Week 5 of 9'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-1464266706982157441</id><published>2009-04-13T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:32:21.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Civil Liberty of Freedom of Religion</title><content type='html'>Included in the First Amendment is the freedom of religion. There are two parts to this freedom: the establishment clause and the free exercise clause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does freedom of religion mean to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-1464266706982157441?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/1464266706982157441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=1464266706982157441&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/1464266706982157441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/1464266706982157441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/04/civil-liberty-of-freedom-of-religion.html' title='Civil Liberty of Freedom of Religion'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-3805759987356822957</id><published>2009-04-08T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:26:20.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sd0FRUGiwSI/AAAAAAAAAvM/OmaOqzw4hwk/s1600-h/19141%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322416129633861922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sd0FRUGiwSI/AAAAAAAAAvM/OmaOqzw4hwk/s320/19141%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reading Megan's blog again has reminded me of when I was little. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sure if I remember the story from experience or if I remember it from being told the story a few times from my parents. Anyway, as the story goes, one year our parents decided to give each of us our own Sing With Me. This orange hymn book was a spiral bound book of the primary songs.  The first time we were given the books for family home evening, I began to tear the pages out of the book. Shocked parents tried to stop me, but I was determined to make sure everyone had a copy of the music. That way everyone could sing. I didn't know that every page was a different song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it is my turn as a parent to sing those songs with my children. We have the fights over who is going to lead the music, who is going to pick the activity, and which direction the hearts on the FHE chart should move, but we continue. And the child in charge of music stands on the fireplace brick, with a chopstick in their hand, to lead us in the songs. Great memories. Thanks for reminding me Megan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-3805759987356822957?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/3805759987356822957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=3805759987356822957&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/3805759987356822957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/3805759987356822957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-memory.html' title='Another memory'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sd0FRUGiwSI/AAAAAAAAAvM/OmaOqzw4hwk/s72-c/19141%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-2457906711358535226</id><published>2009-04-01T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:48:47.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's Day</title><content type='html'>My oldest daughter is so excited about today. She has been grinning and giggling all morning. After getting myself ready for the day, I headed into the kitchen to get breakfast going. I found water all over the floor and NOBODY knew anything about it...except for Kelsey. The big kids forget that she sees everything and tells mom. As I continued to ask who made the mess, Kelsey says, "Sydney, you left water all over the place." Sydney comes into the kitchen like the cat who had swallowed the canary. All smiles, telling me to turn on get some water from the faucet. Then Allynn comes running around the corner to see. They forget that the mom is still a little smarter than they are. Allynn had taped the kitchen sink sprayer so the water would squirt all over. It would have worked if they would have cleaned up the test shot. I am glad they will be at school for most of the day, so I don't have to watch around every corner all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-2457906711358535226?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/2457906711358535226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=2457906711358535226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2457906711358535226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2457906711358535226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Day'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-4216847170385433916</id><published>2009-03-29T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:24:04.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another child hair cut.</title><content type='html'>One of my first hair cuts I remember was done by my mother at Grandma Busath's house. I do not really remember the hair cutting part, but I do remember thinking I looked like the Incredible Hulk and was very upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318692421892112850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sc_Kk_xxAdI/AAAAAAAAAvE/gtDPWnEk8iA/s400/Free_Hulk%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom fill in the blanks. I would like to hear the story again myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-4216847170385433916?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/4216847170385433916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=4216847170385433916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4216847170385433916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4216847170385433916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-child-hair-cut.html' title='Another child hair cut.'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/Sc_Kk_xxAdI/AAAAAAAAAvE/gtDPWnEk8iA/s72-c/Free_Hulk%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-248560054091422273</id><published>2009-03-27T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:02:13.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Haircuts</title><content type='html'>My cousin recently posted on her blog about how her daughter cut her hair (either by herself or with the help of the older, 4 year old, sister). This story reminded me of a haircut I once received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not exactly sure how old I was. I think it was second grade, so I was certainly old enough to know better. Our family was living in Salt Lake City or maybe we were already in West Yellowstone. My parents went out and Uncle Ed was left in charge of us (three little girls). `&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great idea was had that we wanted "Laura Ingles" bangs. Little did my young mind realize, but Laura Ingles had GROWN her hair out so as to not have bangs. Since I didn't know this, I took the scissors and cut my bangs as close to my head as I dared. I remember being under a sheet/kitchen chair fort. After realizing what had happened. We began to wonder how we were not going to get in trouble, so I added a head band and Uncle Ed never noticed. At least I don't remember him noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember that school pictures were shortly after this incident. If I was kind to the readers, I would fish that picture out of a box somewhere, but I am not sure if I am that nice (or that organized).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I have forgotten some details and maybe mom and Julie can fill in the blanks. I just thought I would share a quick memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-248560054091422273?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/248560054091422273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=248560054091422273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/248560054091422273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/248560054091422273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/03/child-haircuts.html' title='Child Haircuts'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-9095095169373032553</id><published>2009-03-22T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:00:34.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of one class...</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of Biology. I have passed the class and am ready to move on. So - tomorrow starts MTH/156 - Math for Elementary Teachers I and POS/110 - American National Government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am interested to see how the math class works in an online classroom. I will be using the equation writer part of MS Word. I kind of think anything will be easier than biology. The political science class will be a whole lot more writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preparing for this next class line-up with my counselor - she was able to switch around the start date of some of my class with each other, so I will be done in December 2009 instead of Feb. 2010. I am very excited. I have 7 classes left which are fit into 4 nine week blocks. Merry Christmas to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-9095095169373032553?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/9095095169373032553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=9095095169373032553&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/9095095169373032553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/9095095169373032553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/03/end-of-one-class.html' title='End of one class...'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-5209218763357815244</id><published>2009-03-17T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:15:49.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to post</title><content type='html'>I have been sick for three weeks now. Congested, tired, and more. Today is a better day. I have also been doing a lot of biology homework. This week is the final week, so I have a short capstone essay due Wednesday and the final paper (1075 words) due Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we attended the funeral for Jason's grandfather. We were sad to see him go, but he was 90 and not doing too well lately. Grandma will surely miss him too. It was a very nice service. We started the morning at the graveside service. So many friends came and all the family was there. After, was a memorial service at their church. It was a happy service, but something was missing. I have not been to too many non-Mormon funerals. Each time there just seems to be something missing. Mostly the talk about the great plan of happiness which tells us why we are here and where we are going next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Shirley is probably very busy getting reacquainted with his first wife and son who had gone before and getting to know Laurel's (Grandma's) first husband. Then I am sure he will get right to work. He strikes me as the guy that will be chomping at the bit for his temple work to be done. Jason's dad, I'm sure, is already getting the paperwork ready to get that done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the knowledge I have that we will all be together again as a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-5209218763357815244?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/5209218763357815244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=5209218763357815244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5209218763357815244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5209218763357815244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-to-post.html' title='Time to post'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-6811406359463601611</id><published>2009-02-27T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:58:20.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know you are out of shape when your whole body hurts the day after cleaning your room.&lt;br /&gt;Or does that mean your room was a super mess?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-6811406359463601611?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/6811406359463601611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=6811406359463601611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6811406359463601611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6811406359463601611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-your-are-out-of-shape-when.html' title=''/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-6475496437562840764</id><published>2009-02-24T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:27:47.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Suckers!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SaRmIhbMVhI/AAAAAAAAAu8/tlAzApIJRWA/s1600-h/DSCF1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306478557546698258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SaRmIhbMVhI/AAAAAAAAAu8/tlAzApIJRWA/s400/DSCF1971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SaRmIe7mtNI/AAAAAAAAAu0/98Bqle8p1ko/s1600-h/DSCF1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306478556877337810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SaRmIe7mtNI/AAAAAAAAAu0/98Bqle8p1ko/s400/DSCF1966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SaRmIcquzII/AAAAAAAAAus/OyAeQqQqDJI/s1600-h/DSCF1969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306478556269694082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SaRmIcquzII/AAAAAAAAAus/OyAeQqQqDJI/s400/DSCF1969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SaRmIJq6wXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/gdOmrhgHhEs/s1600-h/DSCF1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306478551170204018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SaRmIJq6wXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/gdOmrhgHhEs/s400/DSCF1975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8072198656728445804-6475496437562840764?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/6475496437562840764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=6475496437562840764&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6475496437562840764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6475496437562840764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/02/3-suckers.html' title='3 Suckers!!'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SaRmIhbMVhI/AAAAAAAAAu8/tlAzApIJRWA/s72-c/DSCF1971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-2010448172761944494</id><published>2009-02-24T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:13:52.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SaRjASNCw0I/AAAAAAAAAt0/WeDK2S4pDYQ/s1600-h/Feb+16+1996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306475117486981954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SaRjASNCw0I/AAAAAAAAAt0/WeDK2S4pDYQ/s400/Feb+16+1996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8072198656728445804-2010448172761944494?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/2010448172761944494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=2010448172761944494&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2010448172761944494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2010448172761944494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/02/13-years-ago.html' title='13 years ago'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SaRjASNCw0I/AAAAAAAAAt0/WeDK2S4pDYQ/s72-c/Feb+16+1996.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-8098406799482467748</id><published>2009-02-23T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:11:06.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Weekend</title><content type='html'>I am behind on the happenings of the Reno Wells. The biology class is not coming to me easily. I actually have to read all the text. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for fun things. Feb. 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was our 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary. Since that day was also President's day, we decided to extend the weekend even more. We took a trip to Utah to hang out with my family and to go to the Draper Temple open house. Jason had already asked for Friday off from work and then three weeks before we were to leave, he got BINGO during a contest at work and won a half day off. So we were able to leave Thursday afternoon which added to our trip. It was a nice break and we missed most of the weather when driving there and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fun thing our kids enjoyed was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RedBox&lt;/span&gt; stops. For those of you that don't know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RedBox&lt;/span&gt; is, they are vending machines of DVDs. $1.00 gets you a movie at one machine and then is able to be returned at any other machine. So we got a movie in Reno before we left, then returned that one and got a new one in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Winnemucca&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Elko&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wendover&lt;/span&gt;. and the same for the return ride. Watching the movies certainly helps pass the time during that drive across the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kids enjoyed going to the open house - at least the big kids did. Kelsey's favorite part was riding the shuttle bus and getting a cookie. Austin said there was too much walking. Sydney said it was beautiful. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Allynn&lt;/span&gt; wants to go again and walk slower. We were able to look in the beautiful mirrors in the sealing room which was a fun experience with our little family. Then we went to Olive Garden for lunch with my mom and dad. That was on Friday - the rest of the weekend we didn't really do anything. It was nice to hang out and not have anywhere to be. Sunday the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Johnson's&lt;/span&gt;, Peter, &amp;amp; Whitney came over for dinner and I ate WAY TOO MUCH! We had country style pork ribs, dad's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt;, cheese bread (yummy!), and corn. Then played games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great time was had by all! Our next break is in April. We are not sure what we will do then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-8098406799482467748?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/8098406799482467748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=8098406799482467748&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8098406799482467748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8098406799482467748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/02/anniversary-weekend.html' title='Anniversary Weekend'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-1777804515838954148</id><published>2009-02-08T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:53:25.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bad...</title><content type='html'>In the last two days I have told many people what happened. I guess I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During P.E. her class was doing relay races outside. They were excited to be outside because it has been raining all day. Anyway - one of the races was running backwards. She was kicking it in to high gear to beat the kid next to her and she says "my feet went out from underneath me and I was either going to land on my head or my arm." He landed full weight on her straight arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for leaving that out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-1777804515838954148?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/1777804515838954148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=1777804515838954148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/1777804515838954148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/1777804515838954148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-bad.html' title='My Bad...'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-7051125876493604432</id><published>2009-02-06T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:54:20.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Broken Allynn</title><content type='html'>The day started out well. We all got up on time and were ready for school early. We were able to read all of Enos and say our family prayer. I had almost all of the laundry washed and folded. Kelsey and Renni had been fed and were in their quiet time spots - Renni asleep in her bed, Kelsey watching a cartoon with The Dad. I had one assignment for school done and was half way through the research part of the second assignment when I got a call from the school. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The voice on the other end of the phone told me his name and I knew it was the school nurse. He told me Allynn had an incident at school and that I needed to come get her. I must admit - the first thing that came to my mind was that she got in a fight and was in big trouble. I think because the nurse used the word incident. Anyway - I got to school and her teacher met me at the door with a very panicked look on her face. I finally made it to the nurses office where another teacher was there along with the nurse and the principal huddled around Allynn who was hunched over on herself holding her arm. This was about 2:30 pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299958627018674242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SY08Sne3EEI/AAAAAAAAAtU/sjEiz6fdmX4/s400/Allynn+Broken+Arm.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;As I was driving her home, we assessed the pain and decided we needed to go straight to Urgent Care. I stopped by home first to give her some Advil since I didn't know how long it would take for her to be seen by a doctor. My thought process for going to Urgent Care was they would cost less and be quicker than going to the ER. They were just that. We walked in and waited about 15 minutes before we saw the doctor. He sent us right over to get X-rays, but he could tell by looking at it that the arm was broken and that we would probably need an Orthopedic Surgeon to reduce it (set the bone). After getting the X-ray, even I could see the break. Sure enough, we were sent back to Urgent Care where that doctor was able to get a hold of the on call Orthopedic Surgeon. Then we were sent to check out and moved along to the ER where it felt like we started over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299958626114975618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SY08SkHZt4I/AAAAAAAAAtc/VEGbbR9AO28/s400/Allynn+Broken+Arm2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299958629718114130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SY08SxidP1I/AAAAAAAAAtk/r2X2uYiPkLc/s400/Allynn+Broken+Arm3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we were past the reception desk in the ER, the nurse who came to get us was ready and so was the doctor so they moved pretty quickly. The Orthopedic Surgeon chatted with us for a few minutes while Allynn was hooked up to an IV so they could give her a sedative that put her out while they worked on her arm. I was very interested to watch the process, but I was asked to leave and I have decided I am OK with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299958637850316722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SY08TP1Uz7I/AAAAAAAAAts/afyvSeNrCbQ/s400/Allynn+Broken+Arm4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally made it home 6 1/2 hours later at 9:00 pm, and she is much happier than when it all started. She was very brave! She will have a long cast which goes up her arm past her elbow for three weeks, and then she will need a short cast for three more weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned that broken bones need to go to the ER to be taken care of even though the Urgent Care people were very nice and helpful.&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/8072198656728445804-7051125876493604432?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/7051125876493604432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=7051125876493604432&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7051125876493604432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/7051125876493604432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-broken-allynn.html' title='Our Broken Allynn'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SY08Sne3EEI/AAAAAAAAAtU/sjEiz6fdmX4/s72-c/Allynn+Broken+Arm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-276865905276924562</id><published>2009-02-03T10:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:06:48.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Grandma and The Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298647829455516370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SYiUIKCXMtI/AAAAAAAAAtM/08zbUEg54BU/s400/DSCF1939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Grandma and The Kidlets at Temple Square&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298647823551243682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SYiUH0CrJaI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Lo2Bx_8Nze8/s400/DSCF1951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The little family at Temple Square&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298647821426335106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SYiUHsIDnYI/AAAAAAAAAs0/s-4jU8RKJZk/s400/DSCF1950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Whole Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SYiUHvSW_-I/AAAAAAAAAss/2uDzP7mFalo/s1600-h/Alger+Family4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298647822274854882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SYiUHvSW_-I/AAAAAAAAAss/2uDzP7mFalo/s400/Alger+Family4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-276865905276924562?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/276865905276924562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=276865905276924562&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/276865905276924562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/276865905276924562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-pictures.html' title='Some pictures'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/SYiUIKCXMtI/AAAAAAAAAtM/08zbUEg54BU/s72-c/DSCF1939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-4068528752210568730</id><published>2009-01-18T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:12:28.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!!</title><content type='html'>Another two classes done!!! I am so happy I would like to go to Swensen's to get an ice cream, but it is Sunday. So, I will be happy with the thoughts that I finished my papers early in the day and now I can go to bed. My brain is overloaded with tid-bits of information about the last 50 years. I found history since 1945 to be very interesting, but I am glad to be done analyzing it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I start my next class - - Biology. I am also very thankful that I will just have the one class this 9 week block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea Me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-4068528752210568730?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/4068528752210568730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=4068528752210568730&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4068528752210568730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4068528752210568730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!!'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-2987488617199600586</id><published>2009-01-15T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:06:22.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engcouragement</title><content type='html'>Today I got the latest email forward from my cousin's mission. He talks about wrestling with the Lord when trying to understand what is wanted. At the end of the letter he shares a power statement "Pain is temporary. Glory is forever". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in need of these words, only I am going to change them a little bit. "School is temporary. Knowledge is forever". This is the last few days of my latest block of classes and I am counting how few points I can get on the final papers and still pass the class. This is not the way I am supposed to do it. I should be working the best I can, to get the best grade. I am coping to get through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set myself a plan to accomplish the two papers I need to write. Now if I would just stop finding other things to do, I just might accomplish what I have set for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the plan - &lt;br /&gt;Today - write 2100 words relating as close as possible to the Education class topic. I would like to have this done by 4 pm when all my kids get home. It is now 12:52 pm. I have compiled 1856 words so far, which makes me happy. However, the words are not quite in a nice, flowing, final paper format (certainly not APA yet). I was on a pretty good roll this morning. Then it was time to change a diaper, get a snack, pick up the baby who fell off the chair she was climbing on, ask Kelsey to only worry about her sippy cup (Kelsey's is orange, Renni's is purple). Then since I was upstairs, I stopped to check Quicken to make sure we were not to close to the ZERO line(OK so far). Then it was time to go pick up Enid at school. Then I put baby down for nap and made the big girls lunch. Now I am totally distracted. I may need a nap, but I will forge on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is only one paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will save my ranting about the other paper for tomorrow when I am again looking for other things to do instead of my homework. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-2987488617199600586?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/2987488617199600586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=2987488617199600586&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2987488617199600586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2987488617199600586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/01/engcouragement.html' title='Engcouragement'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-8326877164616262430</id><published>2009-01-14T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:27:43.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 100</title><content type='html'>Well, I missed it by one day, but my 100th post has now been made one year from my start. I just hope it has been interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, the sun is out and the temperature is 51 degrees. This is not normal January weather, however I am not complaining. I am still cold. We would like to see some more snow to help with spring and summer water levels, but I don't miss driving in it. The local skiers would also like to see some more snow to cover the brown patches starting to show through. I am also starting to notice the 1 to 2 minuets more of sunlight we have. I am ready for the dark to go away. My brain says, "Dark, it must be time for bed!" my calendar says, "Wait, there are still things to do before you got to bed. #1 - feed family dinner." And the kids are stir crazy. They leave for school at 9 am and get home at 4 pm. They didn't feel like they had any time to play outside. So, yes, we are glad for the days to get longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also already talking about the end of school activities. In past years the fifth grade went to Science camp for a week in California. This year the Principal asked the teachers for find something else to do. Allynn was so disappointed. As parents, we are glad because this year the school has been able to bring the Science Camp to Reno. And it will cost less for each student to participate. Notes have started coming home will bits of details planned for the week, so Allynn is a little more excited about science week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday was the first day of school at the end of August. The time will fly just as it has till now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-8326877164616262430?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/8326877164616262430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=8326877164616262430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8326877164616262430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/8326877164616262430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/01/post-100.html' title='Post 100'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-2930591985282861920</id><published>2009-01-12T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:05:21.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson is over</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday I gave my lesson in R.S. and I think it went ok. I was having a hard time getting it to flow in my head so I would be able to continue after someone made a comment. I also have a hard time not back tracking after someone gives a comment that leads to the next thing, but they say what I was going to say. I am glad to be done and hope I don't get called to be the teacher permanently - mostly because I would like to hear from other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first time I had gone to Sunday School. I am setting a goal to read the lesson ahead of time so I understand what people are talking about when they make comments. I am not sure I will make any comments, but I would like to be able to know when someone is totally off the mark when they make comments. Doesn't every Gospel Doctrine class have those kind of comments? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also looking forward to the new year getting better. I know, we have been told it will get worse before it gets better, but I am still looking forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February - Kelsey will turn 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April will be The Dad's six month mark at Integra which hopefully open more opportunity within the company for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - he will finish his Masters program at University of Phoenix. So good things are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I should get back to my own homework. This is the last week of this block of classes and I am not having a hard time finding other things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-2930591985282861920?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/2930591985282861920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=2930591985282861920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2930591985282861920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/2930591985282861920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2009/01/lesson-is-over.html' title='Lesson is over'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-330906936831467608</id><published>2008-12-29T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:16:31.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subing already</title><content type='html'>I guess I won't be kicking back too much in R.S. I have been asked to teach the second Sunday in January. I am kind of looking forward to it. This will be the first class I will be part of with the Joseph Smith lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when we went to Temple Square, we saw the latest Joseph Smith movie. I loved it. I started crying before it even started. I even knew how the movie would end and was not disappointed at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-330906936831467608?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/330906936831467608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=330906936831467608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/330906936831467608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/330906936831467608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2008/12/subing-already.html' title='Subing already'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-6890530928432444803</id><published>2008-12-29T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:24:35.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Utah</title><content type='html'>We had a great Christmas with family in Utah. We drove all night to see them and were so glad we did. We felt like we had an extra day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite parts of the trip were: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Christmas brunch at Grandma and Grandpa Alger's house &lt;br /&gt;**Playing in all the snow (since Reno has no snow) &lt;br /&gt;**Taking family pictures in a blizzard &lt;br /&gt;**Going to Temple Square to see the Temple (no castle, no temple, no castle, OK temple - Thank you Kelsey) &lt;br /&gt;**Taking a tour of the conference center&lt;br /&gt;**Walking into Temple square just as the lights turn on (We could not have planned that!)&lt;br /&gt;**Going to Toucano's (I was good and didn't eat too much! Amazing!!)&lt;br /&gt;**An entire day of movies (Mama Mia, Bedtime Stories, Beverly Hills Chihuahua, High School Musical 3, Iron Man)&lt;br /&gt;**Dinner at Olive Garden (I did eat too much, ARHHH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**And the roads were pretty dry on the trip there and home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are already talking about when our next trip will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-6890530928432444803?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/6890530928432444803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=6890530928432444803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6890530928432444803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6890530928432444803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-utah.html' title='Christmas in Utah'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-6447827370185952145</id><published>2008-12-29T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:11:48.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A release for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Now that it is official, I guess I can blog about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before Christmas, I was released as the Primary President in our South Meadows ward. I served in that calling for two years. That is two primary programs, seven counselors and/or secretaries, about 24 sharing times, 48 Sunday morning meetings, too many to count teachers, and even more Cub Scout leaders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as busy as I was, it was a great calling. Before this opportunity, I had been a primary teacher and a primary secretary, and was sure that was the extent of primary I would be able to handle. I have said this before, and I am sure it is why I was called, but I am not the biggest fan of other people's children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how much love I have for the children in our ward. Even when they are asking me questions that have absolutely nothing to do with the lesson. I found many times where they knew more than me. And then there were some children that wanted to know the deep doctrine that only one answer ever worked to appease their appetite for knowledge, and that was, "Go ask your dad". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit the let down when I was told I would be released. I started wondering what I had done wrong, or what opportunity of service I had missed. The more I thought about it, the more wrapped up in myself I got. I was not given a new calling right away - in fact, President Chamberlain called Saturday night and asked to see both Jason and I before church. I thought for sure I would be getting a new stake calling. But it was Jason who got the new calling. He is now the Assistant Ward Clerk over membership. This only compounded the heavy feelings I had already been having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I was being released with a vote of thanks, the impression came to me that it was now my opportunity to work on myself and my family. I will be able to continue my school work and watch children during the week without feeling like I am forgetting to do something for Primary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord truly knows each of us and the things we are capable of accomplishing in our lives. I am grateful for the experience of working in Primary, but will miss the sisters I worked with the most!! I look forward to the next calling I receive, no matter how scary it may feel in the beginning. Or I could just go to Sunday School and Relief Society for a while and participate in the lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-6447827370185952145?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/6447827370185952145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=6447827370185952145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6447827370185952145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6447827370185952145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2008/12/release-for-christmas.html' title='A release for Christmas'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-5322288035694903688</id><published>2008-12-29T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:40:55.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" width="448" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.sun7news.com/flash.php?videoCode=2G23I0zx57XJ235nQ2rE" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="videoCode=2G23I0zx57XJ235nQ2rE" /&gt;&lt;param name="BGCOLOR" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.sun7news.com/flash.php?videoCode=2G23I0zx57XJ235nQ2rE" quality="high" width="448" height="355" align="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="videoCode=2G23I0zx57XJ235nQ2rE" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" bgcolor="#000000" allowScriptAccess="always"&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/8072198656728445804-5322288035694903688?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/5322288035694903688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=5322288035694903688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5322288035694903688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5322288035694903688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-5759213007481533432</id><published>2008-12-21T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:32:07.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name and a verb</title><content type='html'>Thanks Tara for the fun idea. You go to yahoo or google and type in your name and a verb and see what comes up. You get some pretty funny results... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; for me, some hit pretty close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth has... No idea what "saving money" entails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth needs... the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fashion&lt;/span&gt; police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth likes... air ships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth goes... to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-5759213007481533432?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/5759213007481533432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=5759213007481533432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5759213007481533432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/5759213007481533432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2008/12/name-and-verb.html' title='Name and a verb'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-4620101819058506158</id><published>2008-12-10T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:03.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>It's that time again. I am in the sixth week of my latest block of classes. However, my house is not so clean this time. I am really enjoying my history class. It is U.S. History since 1945. So when it comes to history - it is pretty much about yesterday. It has been fascinating to read about the U.S. after World War II and discover that everything that happens today, pretty much happened already, just with different players. I am always reminded of those Seminary lessons about the Nephites cycles of righteousness. How there is always good time followed by really bad times. And the pattern is the same now. Things go really good until they are so good we loose sight of what is important. The rich get richer, the poor get poorer, and we stop placing Heavenly Father first. After WW II the people were so happy to have their loved ones back that there was great prosperity and a baby boom. Then people got complacent and wanted - "Keeping up with the Jones". Anyway. I am enjoying this class. I could do without all the writing, but the reading is fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072198656728445804-4620101819058506158?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/4620101819058506158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=4620101819058506158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4620101819058506158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/4620101819058506158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2008/12/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072198656728445804.post-6837054397248726309</id><published>2008-12-02T22:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:06:48.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/STYh6_FxtPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/3bAQs3KDm2I/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275441310762906866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/STYh6_FxtPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/3bAQs3KDm2I/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8072198656728445804-6837054397248726309?l=allysyd2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/feeds/6837054397248726309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072198656728445804&amp;postID=6837054397248726309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6837054397248726309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072198656728445804/posts/default/6837054397248726309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allysyd2.blogspot.com/2008/12/family.html' title='The Family'/><author><name>The Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797649515866359174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/R46pdbchz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lwaddfMKBlg/S220/Elizabeth+in+Katoomba.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MQogOsqxe0I/STYh6_FxtPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/3bAQs3KDm2I/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
