<?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-6535863880752957571</id><updated>2012-01-24T13:52:37.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Me &amp; My Girls</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-8903664445971368109</id><published>2011-12-27T10:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T10:19:37.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>We had such a great Christmas this year. I am so grateful for the opportunity to just watch my girls excitement, that to me is what Christmas is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny thing happened, Jayci has been begging me every day, for I don't know how long, about going to Disneyland. I finally just had to tell her that I didn't have the money to take her and one day when my prince charming walks through the door maybe then I will have enough money to take her. Well Christmas morning my parents (aka Grandma and Pappi) surprised with a trip to Disneyland in July with the whole family. They gave my girls snowglobes that had a disney character inside and a recorded message that said "Merry Christmas Jayci/Danaka, you're going to Disneyland". Jayci just stood there with this perplexed look on her face, she didn't say a word and just kept looking back and forth and me and my parents. About 2 minutes later she just looked and my parents and said, "we can't go to Disneyland, my mom doesn't have any cash". Crazy kid...she is too smart and takes things too literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite gifts next to Disneyland and watching my girls, was my awesome new cake toy that my sister and my brother gave me. It is the Duff™ Airbrush Machine. I am so excited to make some more cakes and try it out. I have found my stress relief in life and making cakes is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls both had a great Christmas, here are just a few things that they got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danaka&lt;br /&gt;Toshiba Notebook&lt;br /&gt;Cash&lt;br /&gt;Shoes&lt;br /&gt;Makeup&lt;br /&gt;Clothes, Clothes and more Clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayci&lt;br /&gt;My First Disney Priness Carriage that turns in to a large playhouse type thing :) (like my description) Why Santa brings gifts that just cause stress over where to put them, I will have to have a talk with that WOman!&lt;br /&gt;Priness dolls&lt;br /&gt;Everything princess&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of Christmas, that made me so happy, yet so sad at the same time was that Greg's parents have been called and accepted a mission to be temple workers in Navoo. I am so happy for them, but sad that my little Jayci won't be watched by them any more, and I am not going to lie, I am going to miss them. Larry and Vera are still a huge part of my life and I am so grateful for that. I love them just as if I was still a part of their family. I am so grateful for the willingness to help with both of my girls and with things that I have needed. I am so glad that they are going to serve though, I know it is something that they have both wanted very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas...Here's to a new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-8903664445971368109?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/8903664445971368109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=8903664445971368109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/8903664445971368109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/8903664445971368109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-7179718419664771914</id><published>2011-09-16T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T14:23:29.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Goes My Life…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I said way back in April that I was going to start blogging more, I need to and want to, but girls, life, work and school are consuming me and some days sucking me under.  I wanted to post an assignment that I had to do for my English class. We were told that we could take any piece of writing, a letter, a song, a poem, a story, anything that has touched our lives and incorporate that in a narrative essay. This was an easy topic and knew exactly what I wanted to write about. Sitting and down and actually writing it was a different story. It was hard. It was hard beyond belief. It brought back so many emotions, regrets, fears, joys, sorrows and peace. With Danaka starting high school this year it was a perfect time for this paper to be due. It is a little long but wanted to share, or make sure that I had another place that it was kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;There Goes My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There I was sitting downstairs on my bed. I was 16 years old wondering what was going to happen and how I would make it through. As I sat there crying, I heard footsteps walking downstairs and my bedroom door open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Standing at the doorway with a look that spoke volumes, my dad said "Mo, don't worry. I know easier said than done, but no matter what decision you make I will support you and help you in any way that I can. I love you" and without another word spoke he turned and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dad spoke those words in a way that I will never forget. The only time that my nick name was used is when he was happy, and that was obviously not the case now. My parents had just found out that I was pregnant and I wasn't giving them or me much time to make a decision or prepare for what was going to happen. I was already 30 weeks along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were not many options that could be explored when you are 30 weeks along.  Keeping the baby, or giving the baby up for adoption. All I wanted was for this to be all over, to wake up from this bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was on drill team, I was an honor student. I had only had one serious boyfriend. He came from a strong LDS family and we were only together one time, "one time" I kept telling myself. This doesn't happen to kids like us. There was no way that this was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every thought possible went through my head. If I keep the baby I can't be me anymore. No more drill team, no more dance classes, no more hanging out with friends. If I don't keep the baby, what will I think when I am no longer a teenager, what will I tell my future children and how will I explain it to a future spouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day was a day that I will never forget. There is much about that time that I don't remember, or have chosen to forget, but not this day. My parents and I walked in to a cold and uninviting place. The heavier set woman that sat at the counter looked up and said with a cold tone to her voice "what can I help you with?"  Afraid to speak I looked at my mom and then at my dad and prayed for one of them to talk so that I wouldn't have to tell her what I had done. My dad told the Planned Parenthood worker why we were there.  She gave me this disappointed look, like I really need her to add to what was already going on, or like I cared what she thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We walked through these doors and she asked me questions, and the one question she looked at me like "yeah right, you bet you are" was when she asked me how far along I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She told me to go to the restroom so that we could get a urine sample to find out if I was in fact pregnant. I wasn't really showing at that time, I will still wearing my size 2 jeans, and lucky for me April can sometimes still have a chill in the air, so I got away with wearing baggy sweatshirts. One month before this day I was competing in the State Drill team competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did everything she asked me to do and went and sat back down with my parents. About five minutes later she came and asked me and my parents to follow her. She sat us down and confirmed that I was pregnant. I seriously just wanted to say "really, you don't say". She proceeded to say that I would need an ultrasound to determine exactly how far along I was, because I wasn't being honest with her or myself. "Why don't you just keep throwing the punches lady, because I don't think I have had enough yet!" This is all that kept running through my mind at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She led me again, down a hallway into another room. They completed the ultrasound and confirmed that I was in fact about 30 weeks pregnant. I wanted to stand on the table and shout at the gray haired, heavy set lady wearing a very loud flower shirt "see I told you so!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She gave us some pamphlets with information and told us to have a nice day, like we had just bought a puppy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An appointment was set up with a doctor. On my first initial visit I felt comfortable for the first time throughout this whole process. My doctor, a male, which I specifically did not want, but was the only doctor available on such short notice, was right out of medical school. He immediately put me at ease. He began by telling me that he would do everything he could to help me through this and that my life as I know it was not over, but was just going to change. I could take my life in any direction I wanted. "You can rise to the challenge, or you can let it ruin you, the choice is in your hands. Have you thought about whether you would like to keep the baby or give the baby away?"  I couldn't answer, and I just hung my head and shook it no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You know, my wife had a child when I met her. She was young when she had her baby, so to tell you that I know what you are going through and if you decided to keep the baby what you will go through is not a lie." I then saw what a blessing it had been that he was the only doctor that could fit me in his schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During a routine appointment, if anything was routine at that point, it was discovered that something was not right. I was immediately sent up to the high risk unit at the U of U for more extensive tests. I remember the drive up to the U wondering what could be wrong and what was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was my fault that I didn't go to my parents sooner. My baby would have been ok if I would have told my parents earlier. During the ultrasound and tests people just kept repeating how lucky I was that I was ok and that the baby was ok. "You don't know how lucky you are" what choice words to say to a pregnant 16 year old. "Are you kidding, lucky? You consider this luck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With many tests it was determined that the baby was ok, I needed to be watched carefully, but that the baby would be fine. During the scare of health issues with me and my unborn baby, I had made the decision to keep this baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 36pt'&gt;"All he could think about is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 36pt'&gt;I'm too young for this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 36pt'&gt; got my whole life ahead of me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 36pt'&gt;hell I'm just a kid myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 36pt'&gt;how am I gonna raise one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 72pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black'&gt;"All he could see were his dreams goin' up in smoke.&lt;br/&gt;So much for ditchin' this town and hangin' out on the coast.&lt;br/&gt;Oh well, those plans are long gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 72pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black'&gt;"There goes my life.&lt;br/&gt;There goes my future, my everything.&lt;br/&gt;Might as well kiss it all good-bye.&lt;br/&gt;There goes my life......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black'&gt;On June 28, 1996 I had a sweet baby girl, who kept her sex a secret until the day she arrived. She weighed in at a 7lbs 11 oz. and 20 ½ inches. When my doctor delivered her via C-section, there was no "Congratulations, it's a girl", but "Where in world were you keeping her?" The delivery room had bets going on how much she would weigh, the highest weight was just over 6lbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black'&gt;When they placed my daughter in my mom's arms I remember looking over at her, and for the first time in months I knew somehow things would be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black'&gt;Danaka was every parent's dream of a perfect baby. She slept all through the night from the night we brought her home, she was never sick, she ate, she entertained herself, and she loved me for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 72pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black'&gt;"A couple years of up all night and a few thousand diapers later.&lt;br/&gt;That mistake he thought he made covers up the refrigerator.&lt;br/&gt;Oh yeah..........he loves that little girl."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Momma's waiting to tuck her in,&lt;br/&gt;As she fumbles up those stairs.&lt;br/&gt;She smiles back at him dragging that teddy bear.&lt;br/&gt;Sleep tight, blue eyes and bouncin' curls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black'&gt;The years have marched on, I went from being a single mom, to marrying her dad, back to being a single mom and she has been with me through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black'&gt;My daughter entered her sophomore year of high school this year. She truly is an amazing child, she is a 4.0 High Honor roll student, plays varsity softball and is the only sophomore on the Varsity Cheerleading squad. Every time I walk in to her high school a flood of memories come racing back. It was a short 15 years ago, that I stood in those same halls wondering what in the world was going to happen. Reality has set in that soon enough I will be sending her off to college, watching her get married and having a life she deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 72pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black'&gt;"She had that Honda loaded down.&lt;br/&gt;With Abercrombie clothes and 15 pairs of shoes and his American Express.&lt;br/&gt;He checked the oil and slammed the hood, said you're good to go.&lt;br/&gt;She hugged them both and headed off to the West Coast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 72pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 72pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black'&gt;"And he cried,&lt;br/&gt;There goes my life.&lt;br/&gt;There goes my future, my everything.&lt;br/&gt;I love you.&lt;br/&gt;Baby good-bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black'&gt;"There goes my life" by Kenny Chesney came out in 2004. It has summed up how I felt, what I am feeling now and what I am sure to feel.  Every time I hear this song it brings so many emotions  to the surface, each and every day I feel incredibly grateful for Danaka and now her sweet little sister Jayci. I truly did think my life was over, but it just took a different direction. Each time I watch her dance, cheer, play ball, or just be her, I am watching "my life".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-7179718419664771914?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/7179718419664771914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=7179718419664771914' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/7179718419664771914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/7179718419664771914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2011/09/there-goes-my-life.html' title='There Goes My Life…'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-4969311179448010370</id><published>2011-04-19T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T10:19:10.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello There</title><content type='html'>For the 3 of you (if I am lucky) that read this, I am back. I know I have said it before, but I am making lots of changes in my life and this is going to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls are growing up so fast and I always think back I should have written that down. So here is where it will all be written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought that my blog needed to be these touching, well written posts. They needed to be long and have pictures, but then I realized they don't. This really isn't for anyone but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots to blog on, but want each one to be their own. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-4969311179448010370?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/4969311179448010370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=4969311179448010370' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4969311179448010370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4969311179448010370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-there.html' title='Hello There'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-963968449944197074</id><published>2010-11-10T13:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T13:32:52.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 of Thanks…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNsPKRAgUOI/AAAAAAAAAjc/OQ045QxFs48/s1600/100_4595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538036835820785890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNsPKRAgUOI/AAAAAAAAAjc/OQ045QxFs48/s320/100_4595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNsPD1ds7cI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ql59wbFyMj8/s1600/100_4596.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 9 of Thanks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I am grateful for my mom. She is an amazing woman who would do anything for her kids and grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mom is not only my mom, but is one of my best friends. She is one of my biggest cheerleaders and also the one that brings me back in to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has stood next to me through everything. She has hugged me, cried with me, laughed with me, complained with me and just loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have the "privilege" of bowling with my mom on Thursdays. My mom has bowled forever and about 5 years ago one of the other teams needed a sub. Well it ended up being permanent. I love that I have that time with my mom every Thursday. I wish I could bowl half as good as her, but maybe one day I will be able to throw the nasty curve ball that she does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love that my mom's favorite show is QVC. That is our Sunday dinner discussion about what new item was bought on QVC that morning. She loves in the Kitchen with whoever and will buy anything that is one sale. One of the items we love to tease her about is her curry lid. My mom has never made curry, but she had to have the curry lid. Maybe one day we will get some curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mom keeps house like nobody else. It cracks me up when she says her house is a mess. The President could stop by at any time and it would probably be cleaner than the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my mom and have no idea what I would do without her. It is absolutely amazing to me to watch her in everything she does, but especially the with my grandma the last 2 weeks that we had with her. Her compassion, her love, her knowledge and her acceptance was everything I hope to have one day. She took care of my grandma in way I know made my Nana proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you mom, and couldn't ask for anyone better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/6535863880752957571-963968449944197074?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/963968449944197074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=963968449944197074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/963968449944197074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/963968449944197074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-9-of-thanks.html' title='Day 9 of Thanks…'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNsPKRAgUOI/AAAAAAAAAjc/OQ045QxFs48/s72-c/100_4595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-6788861413876311335</id><published>2010-11-08T15:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:34:20.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 of Thanks…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNiI8PblmnI/AAAAAAAAAjE/28HPyV8-ETc/s1600/100_5031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537326310367795826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNiI8PblmnI/AAAAAAAAAjE/28HPyV8-ETc/s320/100_5031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This post is a planned post, today is my Dad's birthday and I needed to be "thankful" for him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't even put in to words how much I love my dad. He is the greatest guy I know. He has loved me through thick and thin and has always been there to listen, to support, to complain to, to cry to, to laugh with, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He would do anything for me and I know that he is always there. I have given him a lot of heartaches and headaches along the way, but that has never changed how he felt about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember in high school when I was late coming home and he would get so mad. Most of those nights came he had to come looking for me and they ended with me flying up the drive way and running down the stairs to my room before he could get out of his car. I remember thinking "just chill" its only a half hour late. But being a parent of a teenager now, I know it was more a fear thing that something may have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were many times my dad should have killed me, 1 time being when me and my friends took my sister's car when I was in 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade. Well we were going to take it until I knew that my parents would find out. I got about half way down the driveway when I decided that it wasn't a good idea so I pulled back in. Only my foot never came off of the gas and I crashed in to the garage wall. I ruined a couch, a stereo, scratched the heck out of my sisters hood. They were getting ready for a garage sale, but lets just say after my stunt, the dumps was the only place that would take anything that was in front of that car. I thought for sure I was dead. After my mom "found" me at my friend's house we pulled in the driveway. I said my peace and waited for the worse, but all he said was "nice job slick" here is the shovel go clean up the dog S^*#! Funny times huh dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another time with my dad is when I rear ended a truck after I had had my license exactly 1 month to the day. I remember calling him from the payphone thinking he is going to kill me, but the only thing of that entire conversation I remember was him asking me if I was alright, where I was and that he would be there as soon as he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the biggest moments in my relationship with my dad is when my parents found out I was pregnant. I didn't give them much time to take it all in. I was 33 weeks they found out. That night I was downstairs in my room crying because I had no idea what to do. My dad came down stood in the doorway told me how much he loved me and would support me in whatever decision I made concerning Danaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dad is such an amazing guy that has overcome everything thrown at him. I won't go into detail, but my dad was the White Sheep in a black sheep family. How he did what he did absolutely amazes me. I love him so much and am so glad that I get to call him mine! Happy Birthday Pa, I love you!&lt;/p&gt;&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/6535863880752957571-6788861413876311335?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/6788861413876311335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=6788861413876311335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/6788861413876311335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/6788861413876311335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-8-of-thanks.html' title='Day 8 of Thanks…'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNiI8PblmnI/AAAAAAAAAjE/28HPyV8-ETc/s72-c/100_5031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-6591586093211267099</id><published>2010-11-08T15:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:11:41.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 of Thanks…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNiDptwIKYI/AAAAAAAAAi8/BELmJoqRQxg/s1600/11-8-2010+4-14-02+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537320494531357058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNiDptwIKYI/AAAAAAAAAi8/BELmJoqRQxg/s320/11-8-2010+4-14-02+PM.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 7 of thanks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Topic for the big number 7 is my house. Really? I forgot I put that in. But I am grateful to have a roof over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like my house. It is old and needs some things done to it, but I can call it mine. I love having a place where me and my girls can go to escape the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My house was built in 1954 and has only had 2 owners. Me and the lady we bought it from. Erma (the lady we bought it from) said when she sold it she just wanted someone to love it as much as she did. That I do. I love that it is close to all 3 schools that my girls will go to. It is about 3 minutes from my parents, Greg's parents are behind us and we live in a great neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been in my house since January of '04. Last year for Christmas, Santa brought me a new bathroom. It is fun to have a new room in the house. I am hoping to start doing some more things around the house to change it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/6535863880752957571-6591586093211267099?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/6591586093211267099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=6591586093211267099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/6591586093211267099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/6591586093211267099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-7-of-thanks.html' title='Day 7 of Thanks…'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNiDptwIKYI/AAAAAAAAAi8/BELmJoqRQxg/s72-c/11-8-2010+4-14-02+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-3566223739383801330</id><published>2010-11-08T15:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:01:25.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 of Thanks…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNiBQcYJByI/AAAAAAAAAi0/iIunNh29ZIo/s1600/Dancer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537317861347362594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNiBQcYJByI/AAAAAAAAAi0/iIunNh29ZIo/s320/Dancer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so glad that this topic was picked….topic for Day 6 is Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love to dance. I am not the world's greatest dancer, nowhere even remotely close or even pretend to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been given so many amazing experiences because my mom and dad decided they needed me out of their hair for awhile when I was 3 &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learned tap, jazz, ballet, pointe, and hip hop. I loved that I learned a little of everything. It truly has helped me along the way to not specialize in 1 style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have danced in so many different groups. I danced for Pamela's dance studio growing up. Pam pushed and pushed us to be "our" best. She is an incredible teacher and a person. I am so glad that I still get to have her around now. She is actually Jayci's teacher this year and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I danced at Dance Biz. I loved dancing there. I only danced there 2 short years, but there is not a time that Diane Powell doesn't walk up and hug me when she sees me. One performance that really stands out is the Christmas Performance at Shiners Hospital. I was only in 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade and I left that performance just crying. Crying because I was healthy enough to stand there and dance for them and those sweet kids loved every minute of it and just kept saying Thank You. I will never forget that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I danced all through school. I was on Dance Club at Brockbank, and yes I know you will all be jealous when I tell you I was President my 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade year ;) I was a Spinnaker all 3 years at Cyprus. Spinnakers taught me so much discipline and pushed me far beyond what I ever thought possible. We were able to perform at the ceremony when they announced the Olympics for Salt Lake. I danced in California and Hawaii. I loved it. My senior year I was on Dance Company. I loved being able to perform all the different styles again. Concert was absolutely amazing. I can't even remember how many numbers I was in, but the thrill of concert will never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part about dancing, is the being able to now teach. My sister has given a wonderful opportunity to teach at her studio Jazzle Dazzle. Each week I get to teach 14 sweet young girls how to dance, and to love it! I also had the opportunity to teach dance when I lived in North Carolina. It was so fun to learn the different things that they learn back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so glad that my girls share my love for dance. Danaka is turning out to be an amazing dancer. It will be fun to watch where her talent takes her. This is Jayci's first year and loves it. She will even show you her "shuckle step" if you ask.&lt;/p&gt;&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/6535863880752957571-3566223739383801330?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/3566223739383801330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=3566223739383801330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3566223739383801330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3566223739383801330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-6-of-thanks.html' title='Day 6 of Thanks…'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNiBQcYJByI/AAAAAAAAAi0/iIunNh29ZIo/s72-c/Dancer.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-2658209263652483513</id><published>2010-11-08T14:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T14:45:43.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 of Thanks…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 5 of Thanks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This topic is a hard topic for me. the topic that was picked is Larry and Vera (Greg's Parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really am blessed to have the relationship that I do with Larry and Vera. I still live behind them, and we are in the same ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Larry and Vera watch Jayci 2 ½ days a week, and watched Danaka when she was younger. I am so grateful for their willingness to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even after everything that has happened, Larry and Vera still make me feel welcome and are always there to help when needed. They still remember me on holidays and birthdays. They go out of their way to show that they still care about me and love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They love my girls so much and I am so glad that my girls still get to see them all the time. If it wasn't for the fact that we live where we do and that they watch J, I am not sure how much my girls would get to see them. My girls need that interaction, because Larry and Vera and truly great people and great grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The reason why this topic is so hard, is because, to be honest, there are days when it is hard to see them. I love my relationship Larry and Vera, and still feel like I can talk to them as if I were still a member of their family, but then I am reminded that I am not a part of their family and that makes me so sad. I loved being a part of the Turner clan, not just because of Larry and Vera but because of his sisters and brother-in-laws, his nieces and nephews, his "other" sister Cyleste and all of his extended family. I love them all, and am grateful for the time that I was able to be a part of their family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-2658209263652483513?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/2658209263652483513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=2658209263652483513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/2658209263652483513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/2658209263652483513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-5-of-thanks.html' title='Day 5 of Thanks…'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-1587828266614242602</id><published>2010-11-04T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T13:36:27.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 of Thanks…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNMZQC85XKI/AAAAAAAAAik/3ijCTbthcwo/s1600/logo.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535796130429361314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNMZQC85XKI/AAAAAAAAAik/3ijCTbthcwo/s320/logo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 4 of Thanks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Topic for today, my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funny this came up today. I was a little frustrated when I left work today, but everyone has those days huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I currently work for SecurityNational Mortgage Company. I am in their IT department, and as I tell everyone, "no I am not a computer geek"! I am over the mortgage system that our branches use to process files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really do love my job and feel very blessed to have it. It came very unexpected in March of 05. I wasn't looking for a job, when one day my brother-in-law, who also works with me, said that Thayne was looking for someone to help with mortgage files. I had known Thanye a long time, he was in my ward growing and lived across the street from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had dealt with mortgages and financing when I was working for credit unions. I was happy with where I was, but thought I needed to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so glad that I did. I have met some fantastic people that I would not have had the pleasure to know. I have been given opportunities that I would not have had elsewhere. They were so good to work with me when I was on bed rest with J and through now. I am able to attend the things that I need to for Danaka and Jayci without worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has been so fun to be able to work with my brother-in-law Josh for the past 6 years and my little brother (up until last Friday &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;) for the past 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really do love my job and am grateful that I have a way to support myself and my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/6535863880752957571-1587828266614242602?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/1587828266614242602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=1587828266614242602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1587828266614242602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1587828266614242602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-4-of-thanks.html' title='Day 4 of Thanks…'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNMZQC85XKI/AAAAAAAAAik/3ijCTbthcwo/s72-c/logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-2575819775092182354</id><published>2010-11-03T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:41:28.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 of Thanks…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNGQr71d9JI/AAAAAAAAAic/8QXHC1flXDI/s1600/Christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535364501485778066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNGQr71d9JI/AAAAAAAAAic/8QXHC1flXDI/s320/Christ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 3 of Thanks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I start this post, please know that these are in no particular order of what I view as most important to least important. I put several items and literally draw them out of a jar to write about. I did start with my girls on purpose but everything else is totally random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With that being said, today's was destined to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I am thankful for the Gospel of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has taken me a long time to get where I am today. I feel that I am finally in a place that I have always wanted to be and it has brought me so much happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have great examples in my family. They truly have shown me how important it is to have the gospel in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not going to pretend that I am a spiritual giant, because anyone that knows me knows that is almost the exact opposite. I have struggled with this aspect of my life always. Sometimes my faith and devotion have been strong and other times it has almost been non-existent. I have always believed in the Church, I even married in the temple, but I didn't live the way I was supposed to mostly out of fear. There is more to that feeling, but it is not something that I feel I can explain right now. I remember that after Greg left the last place I wanted to be was church. It was the ward he grew up in and I was just not ready for the questions. I just didn't have it in me to go. I pretended to be happy for a long time, but I wasn't really happy and felt myself sinking further and further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so grateful for an incredible woman, that without her listening to a prompting of the spirit, I don't know that I would be where I am today. Kathy Johnson serves as Relief Society President in our ward. I have known Kathy since I was in 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade. She was a good friend's mom and like a second mom to Greg. She truly is a remarkable person. In March of 09 I was called to serve as a teacher in Relief Society. I remember meeting with the Bishop for the first time since he had been called. I was going to church here and there, so when he extended the call to me, I sat there and thought SERIOUSLY??? There is no way that I am capable of fulfilling this calling. That night when I said my prayers the strongest feelings came over me, 1 being that Kathy listened to the spirit and that I was called by our Heavenly Father to be a teacher. I can honestly say if I were Kathy I would have ran from that feeling. I am the last person that should have been called. The second feeling was to calm me of my feelings of inadequacy. I wondered how on earth I was going to "teach" women that I view as spiritual giants. I had a feeling and truly believe it now, that I learned more from that calling then I taught anyone. I truly am grateful for Kathy and will always be grateful for her loving nature and the fact that she listened to the spirit. She will never know how much I really do think of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was sad to be released in April of this year. But when I was called as First Counselor in Young Women's I was so happy. Once again another Kathy listened to the spirit and has given me the opportunity to be with Danaka, to serve incredible Young Women, and to serve with great leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so grateful for the gospel of Jesus Christ and all the joy and reassurance it brings to my life. I know that I will be with my girls forever, and hopefully I will have the opportunity to marry again and have an eternal companion. I love my Heavenly Father and his Son. Without the atonement of Jesus Christ, I have no clue where I would be. I love the gospel and love that I have finally had the strength and faith to do what I know I need to.&lt;/p&gt;&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/6535863880752957571-2575819775092182354?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/2575819775092182354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=2575819775092182354' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/2575819775092182354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/2575819775092182354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3-of-thanks.html' title='Day 3 of Thanks…'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNGQr71d9JI/AAAAAAAAAic/8QXHC1flXDI/s72-c/Christ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-2891955181862931152</id><published>2010-11-02T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T08:43:56.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 of Thanks…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNAxZJkiAYI/AAAAAAAAAiU/xLQtPyVqbOI/s1600/100_4317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534978250173972866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNAxZJkiAYI/AAAAAAAAAiU/xLQtPyVqbOI/s320/100_4317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 2 of thanks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I am so thankful for my sweet Jayci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jayci is a spit fire. She is so funny, so full of energy and a little hot head. She is always keeping us on our toes and I love every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somehow my kids are smart, yes I know every mother out there says that, but mine really are &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;. Jayci loves to learn and wants to learn about everything. She always has this look on her face that is as if she is taking everything in. (picture is proof :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jayci loves her big "Sissy" and does everything in her power to show Danaka who the boss is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jayci loves to sing in the car, she loves to watch movies, play games and has such an imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both of my girls are beautiful inside and out and I am so honored to be their mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jayci came to me after 3 years of trying and 3 miscarriages. I was so excited to finally be pregnant and stay pregnant. Greg and I started having issues again, but I thought it was just the stress of everything and that once things settled down everything would be ok. Well that was not to be. I remember when Greg left I remember thinking the same things I did when I was pregnant with Danaka. How on earth am I going to do this alone and make it through? I was never "alone" I have a fantastic family and great friends, but I was in the same situation that I was at 16 except this time I was 27. Jayci in a way ended up helping me through everything. She kept me busy, she makes me laugh and she gives the best hugs. She has brought so much joy to me and Danaka and I can't imagine not having her in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/6535863880752957571-2891955181862931152?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/2891955181862931152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=2891955181862931152' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/2891955181862931152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/2891955181862931152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-2-of-thanks.html' title='Day 2 of Thanks…'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TNAxZJkiAYI/AAAAAAAAAiU/xLQtPyVqbOI/s72-c/100_4317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-3358531074969951425</id><published>2010-11-01T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:32:21.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 of Thanks…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TM75bPJCgpI/AAAAAAAAAiM/FyYPySeO564/s1600/DSC_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534635238401147538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TM75bPJCgpI/AAAAAAAAAiM/FyYPySeO564/s320/DSC_0636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 1 of Thanks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I am grateful for Danaka (yes, I am going to be "thankful" for Jayci, but just went oldest to youngest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Danaka came in to my life very early on, I remember thinking how on earth am I ever going to have a kid at 16 and ever make it through. Looking back on it now, life would have been easier to have her later, but I can't imagine not having her the way she is at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Danaka truly is one of my best friends. She has been with me through some very tough times and I will forever be grateful for her, her attitude and her love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is a great sister to Jayci, even though she loves to drive her crazy, she is so awesome with Jayci. I love sitting at home and watching those 2 interact. I thought with them being 12 years apart that they wouldn't have much interaction, but I was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the way Jayci looks at Danaka, wanting to be just like her. I can't think of a better role model for Jayci than Danaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Danaka is so talented at everything she has ever put her mind to. She dances, cheers, plays softball, played volleyball and so many other things. She is a fantastic student, having a 4.0 this term is amazing. Where she gets her smarts from is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I get so sad when the thought of Danaka only being a "kid" for 3 ½ more years. She will be out of high school at that time, and off making a life in college. 3 ½ years, it seems like 18 years will never come and I am facing that change of our lives sooner that I would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope Danaka knows how proud I am of her, how much I love her and how truly grateful I am that she is my daughter and that Heavenly Father has trusted me to raise her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/6535863880752957571-3358531074969951425?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/3358531074969951425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=3358531074969951425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3358531074969951425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3358531074969951425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-1-of-thanks.html' title='Day 1 of Thanks…'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TM75bPJCgpI/AAAAAAAAAiM/FyYPySeO564/s72-c/DSC_0636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-959993886036868732</id><published>2010-10-20T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T10:17:30.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TL9woejFpnI/AAAAAAAAAhM/bmtcroKqhlg/s1600/101_2871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530262708131571314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TL9woejFpnI/AAAAAAAAAhM/bmtcroKqhlg/s320/101_2871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this pic, it is a new fall tradition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Halloween right around the corner, I decided I would post Jayci's costume from last year. I had so much fun making her costume (first one ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am almost done with this year's and can't wait to&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TL9wm9qElRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/TfVWlrhRySI/s1600/101_2854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530262682122622226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TL9wm9qElRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/TfVWlrhRySI/s320/101_2854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; show it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TL9w10fPCxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/8Cm4Mwc3Spo/s1600/101_2860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530262937359289106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TL9w10fPCxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/8Cm4Mwc3Spo/s320/101_2860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TL9wmr5kgwI/AAAAAAAAAg0/PeaQw7tx39o/s1600/101_2849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530262677355791106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TL9wmr5kgwI/AAAAAAAAAg0/PeaQw7tx39o/s320/101_2849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TL9wnhkAK2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/mD80zxdEIN4/s1600/101_2893.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TL9wnhkAK2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/mD80zxdEIN4/s1600/101_2893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530262691760843618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TL9wnhkAK2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/mD80zxdEIN4/s320/101_2893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also made Kandace a witch costume, my sister called them the Twitches! So much fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-959993886036868732?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/959993886036868732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=959993886036868732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/959993886036868732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/959993886036868732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TL9woejFpnI/AAAAAAAAAhM/bmtcroKqhlg/s72-c/101_2871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-3333216849689929859</id><published>2010-10-08T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T09:22:42.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kandace Mae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9AoDXYMpI/AAAAAAAAAfE/GUyX9ZnuA7M/s1600/100_4337copy4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525706324649194130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9AoDXYMpI/AAAAAAAAAfE/GUyX9ZnuA7M/s320/100_4337copy4a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9Cok-5ffI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ja9amrcpW7g/s1600/100_4401copy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went a dance trip to St. George the middle of July. We had so much fun, but that will be another post. My niece Kandace's birthday is August 6th and this year she was turning the big "8". I had told my sister that I would love to take Kandace's baptism pictures (I don't proclaim to be a photographer, it is just something that I enjoy doing). Angela decided that it would be fun to take her pictures at the St. George Temple. That way Kandace could have pic to remember being down there so close to her birthday, but also different from any pics we could take up here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day was HOT to say the least I think it was 110, but Kandace was such a trooper. I had so much fun being able to take her pics and also make her invite, she even let me do her hair that day (anyone that knows me that is huge I LOVE IT). I am grateful that my sister trusted me enough to take them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kandace is such a fun girl and I love her so much. She is so funny, and crazy and creative. She loves J and is so cute when she plays with her. I am so grateful that she is a part of our family.&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;Here are a few pics and her invite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9CpOJzw5I/AAAAAAAAAgk/mZLlDCA1exw/s1600/100_4335+copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525708543748195218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9CpOJzw5I/AAAAAAAAAgk/mZLlDCA1exw/s320/100_4335+copy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9Co0V1zHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0PecjBapIPY/s1600/100_4407copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525708536819338354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9Co0V1zHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0PecjBapIPY/s320/100_4407copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9BjRKZ-jI/AAAAAAAAAgM/p8w6kNdhKuQ/s1600/100_4401copy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9BjNvpm3I/AAAAAAAAAgE/93nR0W2gp_c/s1600/100_4388+copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525707341047634802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9BjNvpm3I/AAAAAAAAAgE/93nR0W2gp_c/s320/100_4388+copy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9Ao0VzMGI/AAAAAAAAAfU/i4CfaEiFU2I/s1600/100_4342+copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525706337795911778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9Ao0VzMGI/AAAAAAAAAfU/i4CfaEiFU2I/s320/100_4342+copy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9BivMSTCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7dazNNjoGEM/s1600/100_4404copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525707332846242850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9BivMSTCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7dazNNjoGEM/s320/100_4404copy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9BiHtBivI/AAAAAAAAAf0/U7hcMa2w7Yg/s1600/100_4391+copy2bwredo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525707322246138610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9BiHtBivI/AAAAAAAAAf0/U7hcMa2w7Yg/s320/100_4391+copy2bwredo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9Bh490iTI/AAAAAAAAAfs/EXXcKa7z6NU/s1600/100_4374colorcopy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525707318290057522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9Bh490iTI/AAAAAAAAAfs/EXXcKa7z6NU/s320/100_4374colorcopy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9ApWzCDjI/AAAAAAAAAfc/c89ezAcwthU/s1600/100_4341+copy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525706347045326386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9ApWzCDjI/AAAAAAAAAfc/c89ezAcwthU/s320/100_4341+copy5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9ApzDn7QI/AAAAAAAAAfk/umVbUc8Ajqo/s1600/100_4354copy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525706354631109890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9ApzDn7QI/AAAAAAAAAfk/umVbUc8Ajqo/s320/100_4354copy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9AoV5TqSI/AAAAAAAAAfM/sddjcO5muok/s1600/100_4339+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525706329623341346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9AoV5TqSI/AAAAAAAAAfM/sddjcO5muok/s320/100_4339+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9C6v2RQYI/AAAAAAAAAgs/gFe_8dJVcu0/s1600/Kandace+Invite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525708844850823554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9C6v2RQYI/AAAAAAAAAgs/gFe_8dJVcu0/s320/Kandace+Invite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9C6v2RQYI/AAAAAAAAAgs/gFe_8dJVcu0/s1600/Kandace+Invite.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-3333216849689929859?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/3333216849689929859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=3333216849689929859' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3333216849689929859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3333216849689929859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/10/kandace-mae.html' title='Kandace Mae'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK9AoDXYMpI/AAAAAAAAAfE/GUyX9ZnuA7M/s72-c/100_4337copy4a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-2754042388168641173</id><published>2010-10-07T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T13:58:56.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections, Birthday, lunch and a Moose</title><content type='html'>Well another year has come and gone. I feel like in so many ways I am just stuck, but honestly other than needing to lose a few pounds :) I am happy! It has been a long time since I have been able to say that I am truly happy and like the "Me" that is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about anyone else, but it is always my birthday, not New Years that I reflect on the last year and the things that have come and gone. There are so many wonderful things that have happened this past year, but the most important things are my girls and the beautiful people they are becoming. I am so lucky to be their mom. There are days that questions come in to my head and most times out my mouth that "I don't have this and I don't have that", "why does that person, they don't deserve I do", but then I remember, (mostly I am reminded by those that love me) that I have what is most important and that is my girls. I have a good job, a roof over my head, an awesome family and the best friends anyone could ask for, and I am finally getting to where I want and need to be as far church is concerned. So for the most part, what else could I ask for....other than Prince Charming ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday was so fun this year, it started out with a text from Danaka (who was just in the basement getting ready), Jayci waking to say "Its your birfday huh mom, I want to come to your birfday, when does it start", a phone call from Greg's parents and 2 of his nieces singing Happy Birthday. I am so glad they still think of me and go out of their way to remember my birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day, I was treated to a YUMMY lunch at Benihana by my great friend Amanda. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4qwLXTaWI/AAAAAAAAAds/RvBXKs6uPBU/s1600/20101001123200_1_copy_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525400800002795874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4qwLXTaWI/AAAAAAAAAds/RvBXKs6uPBU/s320/20101001123200_1_copy_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks again. We have decided that will now be our birthday tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, was time for a Massage! My mom, my sister and now my sister-in-law have been going to get massages on eachothers birthdays for about 5 years. That is our gift to each other we pay for the birthday person's massge. Bryce was my massage therapist this time and let me just say if you want an AWESOME massage go to Sanctuary at Fashion Place and ask for Bryce. Heaven. After our massages we had dinner at California Pizza Kitchen. When we told them it was my birthday they asked if I wanted a desseret for my birthday, You bet, just didn't know til the check came that they charge ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4sSjXmp6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/L92Q_Bsma30/s1600/100_4869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525402490073687970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4sSjXmp6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/L92Q_Bsma30/s200/100_4869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4sSYb4YGI/AAAAAAAAAd0/CI9u36YGhbo/s1600/100_4871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525402487138836578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4sSYb4YGI/AAAAAAAAAd0/CI9u36YGhbo/s200/100_4871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4sSYb4YGI/AAAAAAAAAd0/CI9u36YGhbo/s1600/100_4871.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4sSYb4YGI/AAAAAAAAAd0/CI9u36YGhbo/s1600/100_4871.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not one of my better pics! But whatever right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it was a great day. Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes that I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday the 2nd, I was able to meet 3 of the greatest people for lunch. Jenny lives in Logan and we love it we she comes to visit us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4tOVrpaqI/AAAAAAAAAeE/GALIQ6mC2_s/s1600/100_4874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525403517191809698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4tOVrpaqI/AAAAAAAAAeE/GALIQ6mC2_s/s200/100_4874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Melissa and I took the kids to see the changing leaves and walked around Silver Lake at the top of Big Cottonwood Canyon. I have never been up there with no snow. It is right below Brighton ski resort which is my favorite place to ski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel's kids are so cute, and were so fun to watch with J. They fed the ducks, we saw a big Moose, and just walked around. Thanks for the invite Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4wcB_dxqI/AAAAAAAAAe8/pDY6qRz0veQ/s1600/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525407050959275682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4wcB_dxqI/AAAAAAAAAe8/pDY6qRz0veQ/s200/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4vbDhljMI/AAAAAAAAAeU/BJPxU7NkkPU/s1600/100_4883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525405934679329986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4vbDhljMI/AAAAAAAAAeU/BJPxU7NkkPU/s200/100_4883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4vbt121iI/AAAAAAAAAec/Jt2K-8osfgE/s1600/100_4905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525405946038638114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4vbt121iI/AAAAAAAAAec/Jt2K-8osfgE/s200/100_4905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4wb2hypuI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Prn4Haudrvk/s1600/100_4925.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4vcDGyItI/AAAAAAAAAek/5jn52sBlRI0/s1600/100_4910.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4vcDGyItI/AAAAAAAAAek/5jn52sBlRI0/s1600/100_4910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525405951746777810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4vcDGyItI/AAAAAAAAAek/5jn52sBlRI0/s200/100_4910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4vcWbNLaI/AAAAAAAAAes/s0yCmJZnQ8c/s1600/100_4922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525405956932709794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4vcWbNLaI/AAAAAAAAAes/s0yCmJZnQ8c/s200/100_4922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4wb2hypuI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Prn4Haudrvk/s1600/100_4925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525407047882024674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4wb2hypuI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Prn4Haudrvk/s200/100_4925.JPG" border="0" /&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/6535863880752957571-2754042388168641173?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/2754042388168641173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=2754042388168641173' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/2754042388168641173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/2754042388168641173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/10/reflections-birthday-lunch-and-moose.html' title='Reflections, Birthday, lunch and a Moose'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TK4qwLXTaWI/AAAAAAAAAds/RvBXKs6uPBU/s72-c/20101001123200_1_copy_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-1243482693966592475</id><published>2010-10-07T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:43:18.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot I had this thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where did the time I go….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I almost forgot that I had this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life has been VERY busy since April. I will do a quick version of all that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Danaka:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Danaka played softball again this year, between practices and games many nights were spent on the ball field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Danaka made AllStars this year for softball. I was so excited for her. She worked so hard. Her team the "KnOcK*OuTz" were so awesome. They had a great coaching staff. They did well in the tournaments. (This WILL be blogged in full detail later, lots of fun stories, even the cops getting called). Lots of Summer weekends spent at the ball park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance Concert for Dance Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recital for the studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Danaka made Brockbank's Cheer Squad in April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All 4.0s and 1 3.9 last school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turned 14!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance started back up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Danaka played Fall ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to St George in November for a tournament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Danaka is a typical teenager. Keeps us all busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jayci:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What to say about J, she is getting older and more sassy. I posted a video of Jayci on facebook and that is a typical day with J. She makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is so smart, learning EVERYTHING she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We just started potty training! I found Jayci's pure love of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started dance this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mindi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was released as a teacher in Relief Society (miss that calling dearly) but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Called as 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Counselor in the YW Presidency. LOVE IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Danaka's mom and personal driver/assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance trip to St George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Threw a surprise party for Danaka's birthday, even made her cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance Started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just turned 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still single (ughhhh), but it has it good points too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lots more fun things happened but that is just a run down. I am going to start back posting today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 18pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-1243482693966592475?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/1243482693966592475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=1243482693966592475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1243482693966592475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1243482693966592475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-forgot-i-had-this-thing.html' title='I forgot I had this thing!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-8044761538100831787</id><published>2010-03-06T13:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T13:46:27.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - Week 1</title><content type='html'>I knew I was out of shape, but not as bad as I proved myself to be yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out with the walking portion as it says to for the first 5 minutes. A "brisk" walk as it was called. I kept thinking this isn't bad, I am doing okay. Now it was on to the first "2 minute" run, the "trainer" kept telling me to keep it at a pace that when the next walk came that I would be able to catch my breathing and feel ready to run after the 3 minutes. I was ready to be done, but I didn't I pushed my way through, made it through my next 3 minutes and was on to the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; "2 minute" run. I once again pushed through this, but if I am being honest with myself I was already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hurtin&lt;/span&gt;'. Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept pushing, but I didn't make it through my 3rd run or the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and final run. I "briskly" walked the rest of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me? I couldn't even make it through 29 minutes of training. How on earth am I going to be able to ever go 30 minutes  jogging/running without walking or resting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from any runners out there....any advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-8044761538100831787?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/8044761538100831787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=8044761538100831787' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/8044761538100831787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/8044761538100831787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-1-week-1.html' title='Day 1 - Week 1'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-5298014411178611095</id><published>2010-03-05T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:13:40.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I gooooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/S5FzeENgsEI/AAAAAAAAAc4/SEL3FDoXRIQ/s1600-h/5k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445260384831320130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/S5FzeENgsEI/AAAAAAAAAc4/SEL3FDoXRIQ/s320/5k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today starts my eight week training for a 5k that doesn't exist! I need to do something to jump start me again, and I found this great podcast that does an eight week training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, when brave enough will post weight, endurance and everything else I hope to gain or lose in this process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-5298014411178611095?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/5298014411178611095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=5298014411178611095' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/5298014411178611095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/5298014411178611095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/03/here-i-gooooooooooooo.html' title='Here I gooooooooooooo'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/S5FzeENgsEI/AAAAAAAAAc4/SEL3FDoXRIQ/s72-c/5k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-1710642973492479622</id><published>2010-03-02T10:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:17:26.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a personal ad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'&gt;I am totally posting this for me, to remind me I have some of the best friends in the world, ones that love me for me, make me laugh, and are always looking out for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'&gt;A little background, I met 2 of my glirlies for lunch, and I was just having one of those moments that we all have, we'll just call it a little pity party. I have just decided I don't like being single, I am happier not having to deal with things that I dealt with, but I so want someone to share my life with. Anyway after going on, after lunch one of my best girlie's posted a small personal ad for me on her &lt;a href='http://sovicclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine-wanted.html'&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; without my knowledge. I couldn't stop laughing when I first saw it. You are a nut M2, but I love ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-1710642973492479622?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/1710642973492479622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=1710642973492479622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1710642973492479622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1710642973492479622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-personal-ad.html' title='I have a personal ad?'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-692308534759128522</id><published>2010-03-02T09:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:18:18.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say AHHHHH…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/S41O7wEJouI/AAAAAAAAAb4/YDhfDBMH7C8/s1600-h/101_3541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444094312982356706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/S41O7wEJouI/AAAAAAAAAb4/YDhfDBMH7C8/s320/101_3541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Jayci had her first dentist appointment yesterday. To be honest she did much better than I thought she would. There was no screaming, crying, thrashing around, just a little "You want me to open my mouth? I don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to say that I have the best dentist around. He was actually my dentist growing up. He truly is the best. If anyone needs a good pediatric dentist Dr Chester Smyth is your man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are a few pics…I even threw a few in there for Danaka so she didn't feel like Jayci is "my only sunshine" inside joke that will share at another time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444094787725456434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/S41PXYnudDI/AAAAAAAAAcY/tSNx8K1GCtE/s320/101_3529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444094773986028994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/S41PWlb_bcI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dYW-NmtNl80/s320/101_3528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444094761300377282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/S41PV2LfvsI/AAAAAAAAAcI/QxcPm1rlAbc/s320/101_3525.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444095812190458002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/S41QTBDN0JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KJTJNps5_cI/s320/101_3532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444094751866448002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/S41PVTCRaII/AAAAAAAAAcA/vBoG8XqTnts/s320/101_3524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444095834673590834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/S41QUUznMjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MKjnk2xl0Sc/s320/101_3539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444095821876040002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/S41QTlIcEUI/AAAAAAAAAco/nSDtwkQgHhQ/s320/101_3534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/6535863880752957571-692308534759128522?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/692308534759128522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=692308534759128522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/692308534759128522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/692308534759128522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/03/say-ahhhhh.html' title='Say AHHHHH…'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/S41O7wEJouI/AAAAAAAAAb4/YDhfDBMH7C8/s72-c/101_3541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-3192932186561341374</id><published>2010-02-04T20:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:52:39.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah Me!!!</title><content type='html'>So I did something that I have never done today. I can't say what yet, but maybe one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off after I completed my little task, I read my horoscope and it said the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take a stand, knowing when enough is enough. You have far more to offer than you realize"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-3192932186561341374?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/3192932186561341374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=3192932186561341374' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3192932186561341374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3192932186561341374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/02/yeah-me.html' title='Yeah Me!!!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-7503295865402662224</id><published>2010-01-11T20:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:45:01.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here starts the NEW ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't blogged forever and have so much to catch up on, but that thought completely overwhelms me. So I will start with today and post about the last how many months in between new posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When New Year's rolls around you are suppose to have this list of what you will do to make yourself better, but I read on someone's blog what when you want to make a change do it now, and move forward. There is my new motto, "Do it now, and move forward"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lot happened in 2009 to make me whom I am today, whether it be good or bad. I am trying to be who I want to be and believe that every day I make decisions that shape me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also read on someone else's blog,(hmm do we see a pattern, I read a lot of blogs, so never update mine (-: ) all of their confessions, she is a Fantastic person who has given me a little push to list my "dirty laundry" so that I can be a better person tomorrow, but also to remind me it is okay to be who I am, and that I don't have to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here are the not so great things that one day I hope will not be listed come 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I drink way to much coke,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every once and awhile I sneak a piece of chocolate, it doesn't agree with me, but some days it is what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I curse the people who upset me and my girls when no one is around (does that make me crazy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't make my bed every morning, I once heard that it is better not to, is that true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I say I am going to do things, and sometimes never follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have undone crafts everywhere, although towards the end of last year I did get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My room is always a mess unless I know people are coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always have at least one dish in my sink, unless you just caught me on a day that I have ran my dishwasher twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My laundry is never caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't blog the way I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still very upset with a certain person that has hurt me and my family, but I am finding ways to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish and pray daily for someone to come in to my life that will love me for me and accept my girls as their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tells people that I hate my dog, but I secretly love the dummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to lose the 20+ extra lbs that I am carrying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say I am going to exercise every morning, but it never happens, that extra hour in bed seems to help me cope with my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Puts things off to the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is Monday again, and my garbage can is still sitting on the driveway from last Monday because I am too lazy to bring it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know the sad part, I could keep going, but maybe we will save the rest for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 18pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 18pt'&gt;Today I am starting the following changes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 18pt'&gt;I am going to exercise, probably not every morning but at least 4 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 18pt'&gt;I am going to run a 5k in April, so I better get going huh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 18pt'&gt;I will bring my garbage can in tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 18pt'&gt;I want to be closer to my girls; I am going to "Live in the Moment, treasure the doing a little more, and the getting done a little less"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 18pt'&gt;I want to be closer to my Father in Heaven who has given me more than I deserve. This is made very obvious by the list above! I am so grateful for my calling as a RS teacher and for everything it has already taught me. I am blessed with a ward of incredible women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 18pt'&gt;I am going to do a FULL load of Laundry tonight, not just the items I need for tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 18pt'&gt;I will let those I love just how much and how important they are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 18pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 18pt'&gt;My last post was about going private; I have since decided that I am not going to. I didn't want a certain individual to be able to read about me and my girls. But you know I hope they do read this and realize that I am not the person they think I am.  I hope this person enjoys reading about me and my girls and seeing what a fantastic life we have. You can have what in a sense you stole, because trust me I am better off and will be a much better person for everything that has happened. You will answer for everything one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 18pt'&gt;Well enough for my ramblings tonight…tomorrow is a new day and a new start! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-7503295865402662224?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/7503295865402662224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=7503295865402662224' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/7503295865402662224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/7503295865402662224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-starts-new-me.html' title='Here starts the NEW ME!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-3584197498401842179</id><published>2009-10-10T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:35:27.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Private</title><content type='html'>I am going private next week...if you want to keep reading my blog let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-3584197498401842179?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/3584197498401842179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=3584197498401842179' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3584197498401842179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3584197498401842179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-private.html' title='Going Private'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-3263620216679177851</id><published>2009-09-18T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:06:54.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More to Come...</title><content type='html'>I have been MIA again and I will update again hopefully this weekend. Lots to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to post this though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that don't know, my sweet Nana passed away on July 22nd, I was cleaning out my ITunes and came across this song, and it has just right the words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you sweet Nana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came by today to see you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I had to let you know&lt;br /&gt;If I knew the last time that I held you was the last time&lt;br /&gt;I'd have held you, and never let go&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's kept me awake nights, wondering&lt;br /&gt;I lie in the dark, just asking why&lt;br /&gt;I've always been told&lt;br /&gt;You won't be called home&lt;br /&gt;Until it's your time&lt;br /&gt;I guess heaven was needing a hero&lt;br /&gt;Somebody just like you&lt;br /&gt;Brave enough to stand up&lt;br /&gt;For what you believe&lt;br /&gt;And follow it through&lt;br /&gt;When I try to make it make sense in my mind&lt;br /&gt;The only conclusion I come to&lt;br /&gt;Is heaven was needing a hero&lt;br /&gt;Like you&lt;br /&gt;I remember the last time I saw you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you held your head up proud&lt;br /&gt;I laughed inside&lt;br /&gt;When I saw how you were standing out in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Your such a part of who I am&lt;br /&gt;Now that part will just be void&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Heaven needed you more&lt;br /&gt;Cause heaven was needing a hero&lt;br /&gt;Somebody just like you&lt;br /&gt;Brave enough to stand up&lt;br /&gt;For what you believe&lt;br /&gt;And follow it through&lt;br /&gt;When I try to make it make sense in my mind&lt;br /&gt;The only conclusion I come to&lt;br /&gt;Is heaven was needing a hero&lt;br /&gt;Like you&lt;br /&gt;Is Heaven was needing a hero&lt;br /&gt;and that's you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-3263620216679177851?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/3263620216679177851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=3263620216679177851' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3263620216679177851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3263620216679177851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-to-come.html' title='More to Come...'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-1187942252779406492</id><published>2009-06-30T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:55:57.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the old, and in with new…But not intentionally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;On Friday, April 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, I was in a car accident, you wouldn't think by looking at the pictures that my car would have been total loss, but it was, so I had to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The accident was kindof scary. Here is the story. We were heading east bound to take Danaka to her game. The road splits into 2 eastbound lanes a little bit before a Walmart entrance. I had just changed lanes. The lane next to me was backed up, but a truck had just left enough room from a guy heading westbound to make a left turn into Walmart, by the time I saw him it was too late. Note to all you moms out there, NEVER, I repeat never throw your arm in front of your child sitting in the front seat. I did and took a nice trip to the hospital for a minor case of whiplash and a lot of strained muscles on the right side. I knew I was okay, in A LOT of pain but nothing serious, but as a "precaution" still visited the ER. My girls thank goodness were perfect, and I was better in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was all the other drivers fault which is good for me, and I got a new car out of it. I love my new car but miss my grand prix. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accident Pics:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353242279088230802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkqJfXmoEZI/AAAAAAAAAak/lI_9zuD5xXA/s400/100_1868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353242275328437426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkqJfJmOLLI/AAAAAAAAAac/nGCcbKqbHe0/s400/100_1872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My New Joy Ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353242283364028578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkqJfniDkKI/AAAAAAAAAas/bx-luDK1Wcs/s400/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/6535863880752957571-1187942252779406492?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/1187942252779406492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=1187942252779406492' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1187942252779406492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1187942252779406492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/06/out-with-old-and-in-with-newbut-not.html' title='Out with the old, and in with new…But not intentionally'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkqJfXmoEZI/AAAAAAAAAak/lI_9zuD5xXA/s72-c/100_1868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-7589476512290739162</id><published>2009-06-30T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:29:18.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair, Hair &amp; Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;I LOVE doing hair…I just wanted to post Jayci's wedding day hair do, but I can't just say Wedding Day, because then most everyday would be a wedding day. I am sorry sweet J that I like to do hair, one day you will appreciate it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353235336089588322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkqDLO6wUmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/5y2JN4kzWqc/s400/100_1386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353235339758434162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkqDLcled3I/AAAAAAAAAaM/avI-NOIw_i4/s400/100_1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353235343476526898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkqDLqb8DzI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-5XQ4TwTZOE/s400/100_1394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-7589476512290739162?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/7589476512290739162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=7589476512290739162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/7589476512290739162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/7589476512290739162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/06/hair-hair-hair.html' title='Hair, Hair &amp;amp; Hair'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkqDLO6wUmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/5y2JN4kzWqc/s72-c/100_1386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-6257493865079611998</id><published>2009-06-30T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:22:34.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting…Mr &amp; Mrs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;On April 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, my little brother and Danica were married in the Mt. Timpanogos temple. It was a cold day following a night of snow fall, but it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did my brother and Danica's video montage and was so excited to show it at their luncheon. I even took a ton of great pics at the temple that I had put in. It started playing just fine when all of the sudden half way through it just stopped. I was so sad. I went behind the head table and tried to get it to work and just cried. Come to find out that the program I use to convert it to a dvd was not complete. I had just got a new computer and it transferred the program but not the authorization so it only gives you the "trial" version, which will only transfer ½ over. Oh well, we got it fixed for the reception and that is all that matters. It was all Danica's dad's fault though. He was speaking about having things go wrong and they already had 2 strikes. That is right before I started the video, so I can't take full blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some that I took at the temple. Following the photographer around the temple to get pics, made me really want her camera so my pics would be even better…maybe one day &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353228967154099010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp9YgyNI0I/AAAAAAAAAY0/IdGPmSCzdtg/s400/100_1677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353228962812437714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp9YQnEpNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/W9YPBduEstk/s400/100_1640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353228946594201106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp9XUMV_hI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6GGUuH_-cSk/s400/100_1688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353228956345214834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp9X4hKp3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/l3czvqltvRI/s400/100_1652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353228952604810402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp9XqlYnKI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sEgfPWZSbeI/s400/100_1558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some of me and my girls that the photographer took, and also some of Danica's bridals and a few other shots from the day. She did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353230840604943202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp_Fj7sY2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/qXWca44u-6k/s400/IMG_4815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353230835483538546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp_FQ2p9HI/AAAAAAAAAZU/0iRI-rlwg-Y/s400/IMG_4728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353230827106532210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp_Expa-3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/3jH31KAP9WA/s400/IMG_4576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353230823417644754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp_Ej57BtI/AAAAAAAAAZE/rfTYXATXx5Y/s400/IMG_4334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353230823232439778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp_EjNxBeI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Ulw4GMWNSV0/s400/IMG_4329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Didn't my cousin do an AMAZING job on their cake. Way to go Nicci.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353233536381219426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkqBiee18mI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/KB6Ms4eMApA/s400/IMG_3651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353233057672379746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkqBGnJwvWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/EQLLzmrrNDQ/s400/IMG_3417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353233051836302242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkqBGRaVQ6I/AAAAAAAAAZs/QsTpYEh3y6I/s400/IMG_3731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353233048956451522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkqBGGruOsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Uhef2pJktjM/s400/IMG_2468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-6257493865079611998?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/6257493865079611998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=6257493865079611998' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/6257493865079611998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/6257493865079611998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/06/presentingmr-mrs.html' title='Presenting…Mr &amp;amp; Mrs.'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp9YgyNI0I/AAAAAAAAAY0/IdGPmSCzdtg/s72-c/100_1677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-8897107842573267383</id><published>2009-06-30T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:36:23.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp0D4kmCnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QVlgFLJxnmM/s1600-h/100_1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353218717157558898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp0D4kmCnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QVlgFLJxnmM/s400/100_1466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Easter was so much fun this year. Jayci knew what was going on and Danaka is still my little girl who gets excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Saturday the girls went to the Turner's for their Easter Egg hunt and dinner…I love these pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353216377017678578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skpx7q3xOvI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2tx70T_3tNI/s400/100_1408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They make it impossible for the older ones to find all their eggs! Creative work guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353216372334094194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skpx7ZbHZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWk/ILkL-X6gSbY/s400/100_1410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a great Easter Sunday. I have a new calling in my ward as a teacher in Relief Society. I will post more about that later, but that made the day even busier. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353219849760365442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp1Fz2JW4I/AAAAAAAAAYE/f8jwLKQImFw/s400/100_1484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353219841586743426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp1FVZZyII/AAAAAAAAAX8/8t_uKgmpueQ/s400/100_1483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love this picture of my girlies looking at eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353221293037171986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp2Z0eJtRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/vrBCScll7gA/s400/100_1451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353219834445247538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp1E6yvNDI/AAAAAAAAAXs/OD8wI3wi-l8/s400/100_1482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353219838482547938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp1FJ1ThOI/AAAAAAAAAX0/lZtADadN5Rs/s400/100_1473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The best part about Easter was when showed up to my Nana's, my sweet Nana who is so innocent and thought the following was an Easter shirt. She loved the bunny on it. Oh my sweet Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353216866155524434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpyYJDUcVI/AAAAAAAAAW0/IgDzA0gWe9U/s400/100_1485.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We had a great dinner and a great egg hunt. Jayci is going to be one to watch out for in the upcoming years! She knew what she needed to do, with a little help from "PaPa" (I love that she calls my dad that).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353217753922935858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpzL0PkHDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/voeyTxJJB70/s400/100_1497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353217743176028290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpzLMNTUII/AAAAAAAAAXE/DZWyA4iGIOM/s400/100_1490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353217732259132626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpzKjigtNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/QM4ulUylxQ4/s400/100_1507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353217747898564354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpzLdzPfwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kL13FAqWfEM/s400/100_1508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Easter Bunny even came on Saturday night and brought me and my girls Marley and Me and some yummy treats. Thanks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-8897107842573267383?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/8897107842573267383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=8897107842573267383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/8897107842573267383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/8897107842573267383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/06/easter-time.html' title='Easter time!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/Skp0D4kmCnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QVlgFLJxnmM/s72-c/100_1466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-5826616169876966879</id><published>2009-06-30T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:47:54.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me out to the Ball Game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpOjBqu2yI/AAAAAAAAAV0/PXRHgqSmdIc/s1600-h/059_59.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353177470733310754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpOjBqu2yI/AAAAAAAAAV0/PXRHgqSmdIc/s400/059_59.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The past 2 years Danaka has played softball, last year was a horrible year, Danaka did great, but we just won't get in to the coaching staff, this year however was Awesome. Danaka moved up to play 14 &amp;amp; Up. I was so worried about her moving up, but now am so grateful that she did. She had terrific coaches, Mike, Brad, Brian and Ryan. They cared out about the girls, but also liked winning. Danaka's team didn't win one game last year, so this year to win all but 2 was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Danaka mostly played short and second, and when they played a harder team that could hit far, she would play the outfield. There was one game where she was standing in right field and a ball came towards her, a little high, I thought no way, I know what a bad mom, but dance came in to play and she did a little leap backwards and caught the ball. She looked at her glove in amazement, then looked at me holding it up. I was so excited for her and the look on her face was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353177466488781474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpOix2weqI/AAAAAAAAAVs/zzflJ7cpUHE/s400/100_1969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Danaka's team the "wild frogs" had an awesome season. They do this one thing were someone yells "Wild" and the all yell "Frogs" and get into position. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353177478339821170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpOjeAQ_nI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3SGkoAoLQwM/s400/059_59+-+Copy+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; They came in second place, but had to play on a Saturday after closing ceremonies, because they were tied with the only team they had lost too, and we were the only team they had lost too. It was an exciting game, but they ended up losing. But hey second place is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to the coaches this year, and thanks to the Vandertoolen's for making Dan move up and for helping me out so much. You guys are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353177483525294962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpOjxUlC3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/Fjl2qE1G_7w/s400/100_1321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353178405604497138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpPZcVZFvI/AAAAAAAAAWc/6PHep1Bvn_I/s400/100_2005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Danaka, I am so proud of you. You came so far this year, and I am so excited to continue to watch you grow in a sport that you love so much. Way to go MuNcHkIn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353177478998890178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpOjgdZlsI/AAAAAAAAAWE/V0T7cf6bVLc/s400/100_1329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353178397000916450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpPY8SI3eI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BRC419zcmD4/s400/100_1091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-5826616169876966879?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/5826616169876966879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=5826616169876966879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/5826616169876966879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/5826616169876966879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-me-out-to-ball-game.html' title='Take me out to the Ball Game!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpOjBqu2yI/AAAAAAAAAV0/PXRHgqSmdIc/s72-c/059_59.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-3784417192266464864</id><published>2009-06-30T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:29:11.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 80th Birthday Nana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;February 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; was my Nana's 80&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday. We planned a surprise Luau for her. It was my job or should I say my privilege to take my Nana to have her hair done that day, she thought that we were just all meeting for dinner. All day she kept telling me, you guys aren't planning anything other than dinner right? I will not be happy if you are. My nana has never given me the third degree, but I guess there is a first for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353173698951981458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpLHer_KZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Ox6NCRkCZ6c/s400/100_0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We invited tons of family and some great friends. We rented out a building to have it in so that we would have enough room. For those of you that don't know my uncle is Tongan and does shows with this family. They are always so much fun. I use to hula with my cousins when I was little, but started to develop a little bit of a complex when I was the only white girl out there, and I have to admit I just couldn't shake it like they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My aunt made tons of great food, pulled pork, salads, everything you can imagine at a Luau. My cousin Nicci, made the cake and it was beautiful. I am not one to take pics of food, but I couldn't resist on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353173693724595970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpLHLNrlwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/obtHjuLCiTQ/s400/100_0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was my other Aunt's job to get my nana there, and she did great. She told her that she just had to pick Jackie (mu aunt) up for dinner, because my uncle was out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The grandkids each got to say something about Nana, the ones that spoke did great. My sister did the best poem about my nana. If you want to read it click &lt;a href="http://thekeddingtonchronicles.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2009-02-22T13%3A05%3A00-07%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=7"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; She did a great job. Since I am not a great writer and not the best talker I decided to make a video of my grandmas life. It was so fun to see all the pictures and learn a little bit more about my sweet Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353173702600002082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpLHsRviiI/AAAAAAAAAVk/_SvKkLb1P1Q/s400/100_0792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a great party, and a great way to honor and FANTASTIC woman. I love you Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/6535863880752957571-3784417192266464864?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/3784417192266464864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=3784417192266464864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3784417192266464864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3784417192266464864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-80th-birthday-nana.html' title='Happy 80th Birthday Nana'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpLHer_KZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Ox6NCRkCZ6c/s72-c/100_0725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-8870299745506280406</id><published>2009-06-30T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:21:16.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skiing…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love to ski, and love that Danaka shares in my love. A few years ago Santa brought Danaka ski lessons, she had so much fun learning it that she wanted to do it again the next year. My parents thought it would be fun for the grandkids to all learn so that is their gift to the girls for Christmas. We had so much this year. All of them (Danaka, K'Lynn and Kandace) are all so fun. It is funny to see personalities come through on the slopes. Danaka likes speed and jumps but is cautious. K'Lynn is a lot like me, take it slow and enjoy the ride, Kandace on the other had scares me. She is quite the dare devil. I remember one time last year taking her down the bunny hill, she wated to go fast, so down she came, I am skiing behind her and thought for sure she was going to hit the tree that quickly coming up. I yelled Kandace sit, Kandace sit, Kandace sit down. She did just as I said the third time, got up laughing and said that was fun. This past season Kandace came down way before anyone else in her class and when she was asked where her teacher was she simply replied "He was too slow, so I left".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I had Jay, I don't get to ski as much as I would like, so we all have our little party in the lodge while the girls are off skiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the mountains and I love skiing, I love being up there with Danaka, just doing something that we both love and no pressure to perform or ski a certain way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for a good season Danaka. I can't wait for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353169022723449426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpG3SYOYlI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IqiI3tOoLdM/s400/100_0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Have I said how much I love being up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353169002828580306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpG2IQ6xdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YY4GijET5qc/s400/100_0570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353169015377809698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpG23A40SI/AAAAAAAAAU8/4BaOAGpxiy8/s400/100_0584.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jayci trying to get gloves on to head out…2 more years Jay and you will be out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353169028851240194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpG3pNNDQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BiVqk7BQz58/s400/100_0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She is one cute skiing chick!!!&lt;/span&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/6535863880752957571-8870299745506280406?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/8870299745506280406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=8870299745506280406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/8870299745506280406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/8870299745506280406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/06/skiing.html' title='Skiing…'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SkpG3SYOYlI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IqiI3tOoLdM/s72-c/100_0571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-7773356271355880139</id><published>2009-06-30T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:35:50.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates are coming TODAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have so much to post about and will hopefully have them all out today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-7773356271355880139?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/7773356271355880139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=7773356271355880139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/7773356271355880139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/7773356271355880139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/06/updates-are-coming-today.html' title='Updates are coming TODAY!!!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-2142666278004375127</id><published>2009-05-06T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:51:43.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cheering" You On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SgHwZvfF5WI/AAAAAAAAAUY/emiWwfFL-A0/s1600-h/100_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332807758817650018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SgHwZvfF5WI/AAAAAAAAAUY/emiWwfFL-A0/s320/100_0910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I know I haven't posted forever, and I will update, but I had to let everyone know that Danaka is trying out for her Jr High Cheer Squad tomorrow. I can't believe she is old enough to be doing this already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to let Danaka know how much I love you and how proud I am of you. You will do a great job! Good Luck Dannie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;***Update***&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Danaka didn't make the squad this year. I couldn't be more proud of her, she worked so hard, you'll get 'em next year. I do have to so that after the meeting to find out wether or not they made it, she went running down the stairs to go and tell the volleyball coach she could play again this year. She had a hard time even deciding to try out because of how much she loved playing volleyball. She is such a great kid and always finds the silver lining. I love you Dannie!&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/6535863880752957571-2142666278004375127?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/2142666278004375127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=2142666278004375127' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/2142666278004375127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/2142666278004375127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/05/cheering-you-on.html' title='&quot;Cheering&quot; You On'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SgHwZvfF5WI/AAAAAAAAAUY/emiWwfFL-A0/s72-c/100_0910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-2793782663020079077</id><published>2009-03-26T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:44:07.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh....</title><content type='html'>I am a blog slacker again. I have so much that I need to post and fully intend on updating this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 quotes to explain my absence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. " I have no life, my daughter plays fast pitch softball!", and we will also add dance, school and she has a small social life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You know you are wearing thin we you very nicely say to your dog, "no, no that's yucky" when he goes to get something off the floor you just dropped, and in a not so nice voice tell your sweet toddler who has discovered the art of walking "sit and stay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED more hours in the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-2793782663020079077?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/2793782663020079077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=2793782663020079077' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/2793782663020079077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/2793782663020079077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh....'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-3451177553578406534</id><published>2009-01-29T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:55:30.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was my Mom's birthday. I hope she had a great day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296744830320558610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SYHRXB0kwhI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/H_UjeE7QLL4/s320/100_2208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is truly one of the greatest people I know, she has put up with more than her fair share from me, and some how still finds it in her to talk to me :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all met for dinner last night at Chilis, and the funniest thing happened on the way home. We saw a full moon on the way home. Thats right some strange guy was mooning someone right in the middle of the intersection. What kindof FREAK would do that! Oh wait, as much I as I hate to admit that, yep that would be my brother, and I was the poor victim. I hope his Fiance knows exactly what she is getting herself into! Does he not know that you can be arrested for that! I wasn't going to post about it, because it is kindof embrassing that my 23 yr old brother would do that, but hopefully he reads this, and is a little embrassed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't do birhtday presents for the girls in the family, on Friday we are doing our traditional girl's night out MASSAGES. We have a lot of fun, we get massages from a FANTASTIC spa, and then go and have dinner. I so need one, so I am very much looking forward to it. I will post about that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Mom, We Love You!&lt;/div&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/6535863880752957571-3451177553578406534?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/3451177553578406534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=3451177553578406534' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3451177553578406534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3451177553578406534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SYHRXB0kwhI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/H_UjeE7QLL4/s72-c/100_2208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-1818332050889913659</id><published>2009-01-27T15:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:20:10.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SX-WXhRET3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/zlQNUw2wMgM/s1600-h/reportcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296117017622105970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SX-WXhRET3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/zlQNUw2wMgM/s320/reportcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAY TO GO DANAKA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296117024156997554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SX-WX5nG17I/AAAAAAAAAUI/zQgB6Res-ZQ/s320/100_0604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This is obviously an old pic of Danaka, but I love it....So I thought why not use it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danaka got a 4.0 on her report card. I am just being her mom and bragging, but I am truly proud of her. She worked so hard. Keep up the great work sweetie!&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/6535863880752957571-1818332050889913659?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/1818332050889913659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=1818332050889913659' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1818332050889913659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1818332050889913659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/01/perfect.html' title='Perfect!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SX-WXhRET3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/zlQNUw2wMgM/s72-c/reportcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-4968534769890361617</id><published>2009-01-09T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:35:56.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are so my child....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWemqJy9DAI/AAAAAAAAATk/PYTYzOuDIxw/s1600-h/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289379530484288514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWemqJy9DAI/AAAAAAAAATk/PYTYzOuDIxw/s320/coke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So anyone that knows anything about me, knows that I love COKE (the drink that is is). I always have an always will. I drink my fair share and Jayci tries to drink her share. I walked into the kitchen and when I walked back in, Jayci had discovered my mug and was having a little treat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture 1 - Jayci enjoying a refreshing sip of good old Coca Cola,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289379534122843202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWemqXWc_EI/AAAAAAAAATs/SEvy_pWK9WQ/s320/100_0270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture 2 - I needed the rest for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289379539236830210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWemqqZuPAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/fMCvWOYae_4/s320/100_0275.JPG" border="0" /&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/6535863880752957571-4968534769890361617?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/4968534769890361617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=4968534769890361617' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4968534769890361617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4968534769890361617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-are-so-my-child.html' title='You are so my child....'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWemqJy9DAI/AAAAAAAAATk/PYTYzOuDIxw/s72-c/coke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-2607610699894519690</id><published>2009-01-09T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:29:41.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Jayci Jo</title><content type='html'>Ms Jayci is one of kind. I have been trying for a few months to get Jayci's "Look" on camera. When ever you do anything that is not pleasing to the princess she throws you a look. It is a hillarious!!! Oh sweet Jayci, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289376239223243666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWejqk5LA5I/AAAAAAAAATU/g-3W1EMXMP4/s320/100_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289378349972663378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWellcDDLFI/AAAAAAAAATc/9zM2QqJ_koY/s320/100_0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-2607610699894519690?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/2607610699894519690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=2607610699894519690' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/2607610699894519690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/2607610699894519690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-jayci-jo.html' title='Oh Jayci Jo'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWejqk5LA5I/AAAAAAAAATU/g-3W1EMXMP4/s72-c/100_0263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-9096819311082714598</id><published>2009-01-08T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:01:10.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RiLeY RoSe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWaFVQd6I6I/AAAAAAAAATM/KEMV0J61ZFE/s1600-h/CIMG0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289061412637385634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWaFVQd6I6I/AAAAAAAAATM/KEMV0J61ZFE/s320/CIMG0289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had Greg's niece Riley come stay with us for a few days. We didn't do too much, just kindof hung out. Danaka and Riley went with Angela and her girl's to see HSM3, yes they are juset now seeing it!!! We did go and see Marly and Me! It was the BEST movie. I loved the book and I loved the movie. Rose and I walked out bawling. We were going to go shopping, but we had fun playing games and watching movies. I was going through Danaka's camera to get pics of her and Jay, I came across their photo shoot, I have included just a few. YOU CRAZY GIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her so much, she is such a fun person and we love having her around. Thanks for coming Riley! We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289061398384112130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWaFUbXqcgI/AAAAAAAAAS8/0ddP6TSyJyU/s320/CIMG0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289061388353876226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWaFT2ARMQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/l8GcnY2xzDQ/s320/CIMG0250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289061381253700002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWaFTbjdGaI/AAAAAAAAASs/sVU48o-6cMI/s320/CIMG0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289061407985190210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWaFU_IvRUI/AAAAAAAAATE/hORlHQyXzm8/s320/CIMG0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-9096819311082714598?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/9096819311082714598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=9096819311082714598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/9096819311082714598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/9096819311082714598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/01/riley-rose.html' title='RiLeY RoSe!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWaFVQd6I6I/AAAAAAAAATM/KEMV0J61ZFE/s72-c/CIMG0289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-8798371334012143132</id><published>2009-01-08T14:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:48:39.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho Came!</title><content type='html'>Christmas was so much fun this year. Danaka appreciated all the fun things about Christmas, the lights, the music and just being around family. Jayci learned to say Ho Ho Ho so every where and still everywhere we go, she is saying Ho Ho Ho. She wasn't too fond of Santa, but did like her presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a couple of family Christmas parties this year where Santa came , but Jayci wanted nothing to do with him. Even the awesome Santa and Mrs. Claus that came that read a story, sang songs and even must have read their naughty and nice list because they knew all about each kid there. They gave each kid a gift and Candy cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas morning, we got up at 6:00 to open presents. My mom, dad and brother came down, to watch with Greg and I as the girl's opened their presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danaka got a new cell phone, a new camera, clothes, jewelry, shoes, Itunes gift card, visa gift card and other fun things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayci got clothes, a new car seat (what a smart Santa), a leap pad table, books and other things. She did not upwrap 1 gift. She saw her table and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we opened presents here, we went to my mom and dad's to open our gifts from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got $$$ for new carpet Yeah ME! and the typical Christmas stuff, movies, socks, calendar and so on.... I had a great Christmas and am so glad Santa still visits us. The girls got lots of fun and nice stuff from both sets of Grandparents, The Keddingtons, Chris and Danica, Dana, Jackie and my Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to my grandma's for breakfast, then the girls went to Turner's  to open presents with their cousins. Thanks grandma and grandpa Turner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that WE CRASHED. We all went to sleep and slept in! Even Ms. Jayci. Here are few pics of Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part about Christmas that I loved so much this year, was the chance to learn to make my Nana's famous fruit cakes that she makes at Thanksgiving and Christmas. "Yuck" you might be thinking, but they are not your typical fruit cakes. They are actually called a Poor Man's Fruit Cake. They are almost a cocoa bread with nuts and raisins. She was telling me that the receipe was her mom's who got it from her mom. How neat that I now have that I can make that a tradition with my girls. Thanks Nana for a great time. I love you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-57.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2666130979423642199&amp;amp;site=widget-57.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979423642199&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-57.slide.com/p1/2666130979423642199/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979423642199&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-57.slide.com/p2/2666130979423642199/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2666130979423642199&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-57.slide.com/p4/2666130979423642199/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6535863880752957571-8798371334012143132?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/8798371334012143132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=8798371334012143132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/8798371334012143132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/8798371334012143132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/01/ho-ho-ho-came.html' title='Ho Ho Ho Came!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-3150786487659356062</id><published>2009-01-08T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:03:44.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>We have a tradition that every year on Christmas eve we meet at my grandma's for a small dinner, and then head to the cemetary to decorate my grandpa's grave. We have done this every year since he passed and I love the feeling that it brings when we are there. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289031341006738770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWZp-26dVVI/AAAAAAAAARk/Odd7zUoAqHI/s320/100_0419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289031337970972466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWZp-rmrNzI/AAAAAAAAARc/mJUn-je1dng/s320/100_0414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet Nana, braving the cold Kindof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289031334258136786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWZp-dxd1tI/AAAAAAAAARU/Rc_KUjxZLJw/s320/100_0396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cememtary we head to my mom's to open our Christmas pjs, and read stories. My mom and dad buy the girls a Christmas book and they all take a turn reading their stories. This year my brother had a little idea to throw a twist in. My parents had a St Bernard named Chopin for 13 years. We had Christmas pictures taken with Chopy every year. SO muuch fun walking through the mall with a 150 lb dog and having him slobber on anyone and everything. Anyway my mom has wanted a dog ever since chopy passed but they have just put it off for different reasons the last couple of years. My dad even told me before we went to the cemetary that if we bought them anything that was alive, that we better be able to take it back. My brother's fiance's uncle breeds labs, so my brother thought it would be great to play a joke a bring my mom a nem pup, knowing how my dad feels about getting "live" things for Christmas we were just waiting for the words to start flying. When we brought the dog in, my dad held his cool but was not happy about it. The little dog named Moose loved my dad, he jumped on his lap and gave him kisses and everything. My dad didn't find it too cute. My mom loved him, and would have kept him. When we finally told them after a half hour that it was a joke, my dad's holdai spirit seemed to perk right up, that is until moose decided to pee on everything!!! At least it was a joke huh Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289031327446158194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWZp-EZXS3I/AAAAAAAAARM/mTVlrwDMSXM/s320/100_0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mr Moose himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289031349880034930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWZp_X-BFnI/AAAAAAAAARs/YdpurpWgrYQ/s320/100_0432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289032092778810690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWZqqne4zUI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0hc4275sikM/s320/100_0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289032761563320994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWZrRi5ikqI/AAAAAAAAASk/5Z-JpO2MYtE/s320/100_0463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my mom's we came home, read out traditional "Twas the night before Christmas" and it was off to bed, well at least for the girls. I think it was about 2:00 when my head finally hit the pillow, just to have to wake up at 5:00. What would Christmas eve be without procrastination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-3150786487659356062?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/3150786487659356062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=3150786487659356062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3150786487659356062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3150786487659356062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWZp-26dVVI/AAAAAAAAARk/Odd7zUoAqHI/s72-c/100_0419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-1747321565108762378</id><published>2009-01-08T09:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:00:35.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to Go Girls!</title><content type='html'>Danaka played on her school's volleyball team this year. It was a blast to learn the sport with her, to watch her participate in another type of team sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls made it to region and took 3rd place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night the coach holds a Parent's play the players, I was grateful that Greg has a clue about volleyball because heaven knows I don't. It was fun to watch them play together with all the other parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danaka I am so proud of you. You were AMAZING! I am so glad that you have the courage to try something new and to give it your all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2666130979423635919&amp;amp;site=widget-cf.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979423635919&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p1/2666130979423635919/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979423635919&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p2/2666130979423635919/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2666130979423635919&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p4/2666130979423635919/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6535863880752957571-1747321565108762378?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/1747321565108762378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=1747321565108762378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1747321565108762378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1747321565108762378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-to-go-girls.html' title='Way to Go Girls!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-6552758347384240218</id><published>2009-01-08T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:44:47.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Band Performace</title><content type='html'>Danaka doesn't like me very much this year. She really wanted to play the clarinet last year. I told her that if I bought her a clarinet that she had to play it through 8th grade. What a mean mom huh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she had her Christmas band concert and she did great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayci loved the music and danced her little heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Danaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-de.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2666130979423634654&amp;amp;site=widget-de.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979423634654&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-de.slide.com/p1/2666130979423634654/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979423634654&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-de.slide.com/p2/2666130979423634654/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2666130979423634654&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-de.slide.com/p4/2666130979423634654/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6535863880752957571-6552758347384240218?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/6552758347384240218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=6552758347384240218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/6552758347384240218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/6552758347384240218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-band-performace.html' title='Christmas Band Performace'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-5682665756017673248</id><published>2009-01-08T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:23:26.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance...Dance...Dance</title><content type='html'>I love December and all that it brings, especially knowing that I get to see Danaka dance. I absolutely love watching her dance. She grows so much between each recital, and this time was no exception. She did beautiful. We had to make some changes with dance this year and to be honest they turned out for the best. Danaka has grown more in the past 4 months than she has in the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite performances are Care Centers. The sudio performs at them every year, and they are the performances that mean the most. The residents there are always so sweet, and just grateful that we are there. Here are just a few pics of the Care center performances. I was back stage during recital and have not yet gotten the pics yet. I will post when I get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other great part about dance is Jayci is so fun to watch. She just bounces and claps, put her hands in the air and just has a ball whenever any music comes one. I for sure need to get video and post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danaka you did FANTASTIC! You are absolutely beautiful and I am so glad that we can share something so close to my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-5682665756017673248?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/5682665756017673248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=5682665756017673248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/5682665756017673248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/5682665756017673248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/01/dancedancedance.html' title='Dance...Dance...Dance'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-4265425347489317069</id><published>2009-01-08T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:32:53.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving...It's Only January</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My New Year's resolution was to do better blogging. Great start huh. Anyway instead of combining all posts that I have missed into 1, and I going to do short and sweet enteries about all that we have been up to the last 6 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First is Thanksgving. We had a great. I had both the girl's and was so happy to have them with me. We ate dinner at my mom's with all my cousins, my 2 aunts, my grandma my parents and my brother. We had a ton of people and a ton of yummy food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jayci decided that she really likes green bean casserole, and not to found of sweet potatos or mashed potates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner we went and saw Four Christmases. I love Reese Witherspoon, and this movie did not let me down! The only pics I have of Thanksgiving is Jayci eating breakfast in the morning. I guess that is better than none!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288961583495999634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWYqib73cJI/AAAAAAAAARE/5aaOpnNrQN0/s320/100_2989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-4265425347489317069?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/4265425347489317069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=4265425347489317069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4265425347489317069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4265425347489317069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanksgivingits-only-january.html' title='Thanksgiving...It&apos;s Only January'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SWYqib73cJI/AAAAAAAAARE/5aaOpnNrQN0/s72-c/100_2989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-3497459086162843109</id><published>2009-01-07T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:31:09.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know you are all on the edge of your seats! I have a ton of updates that I will be adding today and tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hope everyone had a great holiday season. Me and my girls did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-3497459086162843109?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/3497459086162843109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=3497459086162843109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3497459086162843109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3497459086162843109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2009/01/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon....'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-3165952111547008241</id><published>2008-11-24T20:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:16:21.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Chris &amp; Danica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSuB7uklvzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/8PqIf9OBP-c/s1600-h/DSCF0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272450651881062194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSuB7uklvzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/8PqIf9OBP-c/s320/DSCF0528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So my little brother is getting MARRIED!!! and her name is Danica, tell me how funny that is! I am really excited for them. Danica is so much and will be a great addition to our family!&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/6535863880752957571-3165952111547008241?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/3165952111547008241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=3165952111547008241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3165952111547008241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3165952111547008241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/11/congratulations-chris-danica.html' title='Congratulations Chris &amp; Danica'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSuB7uklvzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/8PqIf9OBP-c/s72-c/DSCF0528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-3216899136254990462</id><published>2008-11-24T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:45:15.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sweet Jayci!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSt-A-9d0PI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IBPsXehv9CE/s1600-h/501157796_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272446344133202162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSt-A-9d0PI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IBPsXehv9CE/s320/501157796_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe that my baby is one today. I am so excited that she is growing, is happy and healthy, but at the same time I am so sad that she is no longer a "baby". I was going through all my pics to put together her video (see below), she was just so small, and loved me to just cuddle with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have had a fun couple of days. We had a birthday party for Jayci yesterday with both sides of the family. We just did a cake and opened presents. Jayci sure didn't dive into her cake like I thought she would, it took my brother "finger painting" her face with frosting to get any on her. I must have a little miss priss on my hands! Thank you to everyone who came, and for all you do for Jayci! Today Danaka and I took Jayci to get her pictures taken and went out to lunch, we then came back to the house and had dinner and opened a few more presents! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272448545345964050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSuABHHfCBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rFILQsr_x84/s320/501157796_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272448891725597842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSuAVRe0zJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Cd7tjpoXxno/s320/501157796_24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272448889097076242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSuAVHsIvhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/K3yaOzxsyAM/s320/501157796_18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272448562485103330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSuACG9xiuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/R0xNFC7IaJY/s320/501157796_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272448559653846242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSuAB8av_OI/AAAAAAAAAO4/peDEmZgB86E/s320/501157796_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272448557498849106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSuAB0Y9V1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/Ks2bPK7TZdQ/s320/501157796_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272448556141243106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSuABvVR6uI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_UeWNMhOAn0/s320/501157796_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are pics from today, but if you keep scrolling her video is on here, warning, it is 14 minutes!!! ***I am having getting troubles getting my video to load, it might be too big, I will keep trying***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-3216899136254990462?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/3216899136254990462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=3216899136254990462' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3216899136254990462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3216899136254990462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-sweet-jayci.html' title='Happy Birthday Sweet Jayci!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSt-A-9d0PI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IBPsXehv9CE/s72-c/501157796_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-4306710727427017026</id><published>2008-11-21T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:17:46.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO COUGARS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSbtJL6rxLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/eYHVExB0JV0/s1600-h/byu.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271161155957277874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSbtJL6rxLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/eYHVExB0JV0/s320/byu.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I LOVE BYU and love football... The TRUE color will prevail tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-4306710727427017026?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/4306710727427017026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=4306710727427017026' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4306710727427017026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4306710727427017026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-cougars.html' title='GO COUGARS!!!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSbtJL6rxLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/eYHVExB0JV0/s72-c/byu.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-5611153897456529483</id><published>2008-11-21T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:15:32.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just 'Cuz I like it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSbsqptnNjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/C_Xe6Bfm9OI/s1600-h/girl1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271160631379572274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSbsqptnNjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/C_Xe6Bfm9OI/s320/girl1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Girlie Wisdom! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. A friend of mine confused her Valium with her birth control pills... she has 14 kids but doesn't really care. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. One of life's mysteries is how a 2-pound box of chocolates can make a woman gain 5 lbs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. My mind not only wanders, it sometimes leaves completely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. The best way to forget your troubles is to wear tight shoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. The nice part about living in a small town is that when you don't know what you are doing, someone else does. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight because by then, your body and your fat are really good friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Just when I was getting used to yesterday, along came today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Sometimes I think I understand everything, and then I regain consciousness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. I gave up jogging for my health when my thighs kept rubbing together and setting fire to my shorts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Amazing! You hang something in your closet for a while and it shrinks 2 sizes! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Skinny people irritate me! Especially when they say things like...'You know sometimes I forget to eat!' .....Now I've forgotten my address, my mother's maiden name and my keys, but I have never forgotten to eat. You have to be a special kind of stupid to forget to eat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. The trouble with some women is that they get all excited about nothing and then they marry him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. I read this article that said the typical symptoms of stress are eating too much, impulse buying, and driving too fast. Are they kidding? That's my idea of a perfect day! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-5611153897456529483?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/5611153897456529483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=5611153897456529483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/5611153897456529483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/5611153897456529483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-cuz-i-like-it.html' title='Just &apos;Cuz I like it....'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSbsqptnNjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/C_Xe6Bfm9OI/s72-c/girl1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-5204981755343152736</id><published>2008-11-16T21:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:14:34.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to Go Danaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSD9qMVjcNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8Dm1OWA2_jU/s1600-h/100_2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269490465331441874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSD9qMVjcNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8Dm1OWA2_jU/s320/100_2742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danaka got a 3.958 on her report card. I am so proud of you. You worked so hard. Keep up the great work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6535863880752957571-5204981755343152736?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/5204981755343152736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=5204981755343152736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/5204981755343152736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/5204981755343152736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/11/way-to-go-danaka.html' title='Way to Go Danaka'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSD9qMVjcNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8Dm1OWA2_jU/s72-c/100_2742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-3522109959009261546</id><published>2008-11-16T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:11:51.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag I'm It</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by Angela....I think more so that I will update my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite T.V. Shows:&lt;br /&gt;1. Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;2. Greys Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;3. Wife Swap&lt;br /&gt;4. John &amp;amp; Kate plus 8&lt;br /&gt;5. Snapped&lt;br /&gt;6. So you think you can dance&lt;br /&gt;7. Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders&lt;br /&gt;8. American Idol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite Restaurants:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sizzler&lt;br /&gt;2. Red Lobster&lt;br /&gt;3. Tepenyaki&lt;br /&gt;4. Hakata (North Carolina)&lt;br /&gt;5. Texas Roadhouse&lt;br /&gt;6. LaCai Noodle House&lt;br /&gt;7. PH Changs (Scallops, double pan fried noodles and lettuce wraps)&lt;br /&gt;8. Cafe Rio-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things that happened yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1. Walked my dog at 6:45 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;2. cleaned my house&lt;br /&gt;3. cleaned my garage so I can finally get my car back in there&lt;br /&gt;4. took down the trampoline&lt;br /&gt;5. Took Danaka to get her hair cut&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to the movies where Danaka was, after I got the accidental text from her stating that "I am going to get caught", will share that story soon.&lt;br /&gt;7. Worked on Jayci's video&lt;br /&gt;8. Slept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things to look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jayci's b-day&lt;br /&gt;2. Danaka's volleyball game&lt;br /&gt;3. Holiday dance performances, I love watching Danaka perform.&lt;br /&gt;4. Christmas&lt;br /&gt;5. A new year&lt;br /&gt;6. Gas dropping even more&lt;br /&gt;7. Jayci walking&lt;br /&gt;8. Danaka's 2nd term grades....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things on my wish list&lt;br /&gt;1. Health and happiness for all of my family&lt;br /&gt;2. To be debt free&lt;br /&gt;3. Compaionship...&lt;br /&gt;4. to lose at least 20 more lbs&lt;br /&gt;5. For Danaka and Jayci to have happy simple lives!&lt;br /&gt;6. A more organized house&lt;br /&gt;7. New Carpet&lt;br /&gt;8. For both of my kids to receive a great education-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. Amanda T&lt;br /&gt;2. Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;3. Amanda B&lt;br /&gt;4. Jenny&lt;br /&gt;5. Melissa S&lt;br /&gt;6. Kristy&lt;br /&gt;7. Angie&lt;br /&gt;8. Alison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-3522109959009261546?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/3522109959009261546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=3522109959009261546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3522109959009261546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3522109959009261546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag I&apos;m It'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-4030399029999855815</id><published>2008-11-16T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:52:01.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 8th</title><content type='html'>Saturday November 8th was my dad's birthday. We had such a great time, we went to PF Changs for dinner... their scallops were the BEST! We then went to Desert Star for some fun, wasn't the best play there, but still fun to be with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad is one of the greatest people that I know. He would do anything for anyone and I am so blessed to have someone that will help me with anything that I need, from house things, to helping me with the girls, or just a listening ear any time I need one. I love my dad so much and and so grateful for the relationship that I have with him. I hope he knows how much I love him, and how I could not have gone through the things in my life without him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you old man, even though you are a Ute Fan.....We will see who the real team is on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269484520270465010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSD4QJQkB_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/1jwDnABFzVc/s320/100_2355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-4030399029999855815?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/4030399029999855815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=4030399029999855815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4030399029999855815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4030399029999855815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-8th.html' title='November 8th'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSD4QJQkB_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/1jwDnABFzVc/s72-c/100_2355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-7174992825993624742</id><published>2008-11-16T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:44:29.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am behind once again. I have used all my spare time in completing a video for Jayci's birthday next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good Halloween, I was worried because Jayci had been sick all week, but thankfully was feeling good on Friday. Danaka decided for her last year of trick or treating she would be doing it with friends, not mom, but that is okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSD1k4kf_TI/AAAAAAAAANc/7cLljXozxHs/s1600-h/100_2842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269481578033052978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSD1k4kf_TI/AAAAAAAAANc/7cLljXozxHs/s320/100_2842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSD1kjAUzsI/AAAAAAAAANU/2pR8L9UY6KQ/s1600-h/PA280186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269481572244180674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSD1kjAUzsI/AAAAAAAAANU/2pR8L9UY6KQ/s320/PA280186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jayci my sweet Kitty..... Isn't she the cutest ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danaka was a Jabbowockeez. They were the winner of "America's Best Dance Group" on MTV. (the first and only good season)!!! We loved watching them. Before the hunt for costumes I told Danaka her full costumes days were over. I know I am such a mean mom!!! I personally liked it. We had a blast watching them!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269481581718250946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSD1lGTHpcI/AAAAAAAAANk/D7Zf4qNMGco/s320/100_2838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269481587858155602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSD1ldK_KFI/AAAAAAAAANs/r4pUk03Dvfc/s320/jabbawockeez.jpg" border="0" /&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/6535863880752957571-7174992825993624742?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/7174992825993624742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=7174992825993624742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/7174992825993624742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/7174992825993624742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-finally.html' title='Halloween FINALLY!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SSD1k4kf_TI/AAAAAAAAANc/7cLljXozxHs/s72-c/100_2842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-7571466779124182102</id><published>2008-10-31T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:52:31.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SQtT4DsS52I/AAAAAAAAANE/cX6oqFGBWA8/s1600-h/Danika+the+Witch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263392812041430882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SQtT4DsS52I/AAAAAAAAANE/cX6oqFGBWA8/s320/Danika+the+Witch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone has a great Halloween....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite halloween pic of Danaka. This was back when we were in North Carolina...I will post pics of this year tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6535863880752957571-7571466779124182102?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/7571466779124182102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=7571466779124182102' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/7571466779124182102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/7571466779124182102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/10/happ-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SQtT4DsS52I/AAAAAAAAANE/cX6oqFGBWA8/s72-c/Danika+the+Witch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-3848914648525254687</id><published>2008-10-24T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:18:14.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SQIsvG5DBpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/prKgTlTrtHw/s1600-h/TURNER+BABY_15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260816502537520786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SQIsvG5DBpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/prKgTlTrtHw/s320/TURNER+BABY_15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1 year ago yesterday this was my sweet Jayci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260816508496612162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SQIsvdFzi0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/GNPVjdt26Cs/s320/100_2698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And this is her now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe my little Jayci Jo is 11 months today. Time flies. It is crazy to think that next month at this time my baby will be 1.&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/6535863880752957571-3848914648525254687?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/3848914648525254687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=3848914648525254687' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3848914648525254687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/3848914648525254687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/10/11-months.html' title='11 Months!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SQIsvG5DBpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/prKgTlTrtHw/s72-c/TURNER+BABY_15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-2066191511787612910</id><published>2008-10-24T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:39:53.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Stuart Little</title><content type='html'>I know that you were worried about my little friend, I have mixed emoitions in letting you all know that my little friend Stuart passed away last night. Good-bye my friend, I am glad that you got two traps worth of peanut butter as your final meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SQHd5duAHdI/AAAAAAAAAMI/io2edc2J4rc/s1600-h/tombstone_~u10764196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260729819045305810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SQHd5duAHdI/AAAAAAAAAMI/io2edc2J4rc/s320/tombstone_~u10764196.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/6535863880752957571-2066191511787612910?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/2066191511787612910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=2066191511787612910' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/2066191511787612910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/2066191511787612910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/10/rip-stuart-little.html' title='RIP Stuart Little'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SQHd5duAHdI/AAAAAAAAAMI/io2edc2J4rc/s72-c/tombstone_~u10764196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-126640874202593097</id><published>2008-10-22T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:25:46.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't I Wish it was Stuart Little...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SP-ldBwgZiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TPtA1W8zqWo/s1600-h/stuart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260104807898703394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SP-ldBwgZiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TPtA1W8zqWo/s320/stuart2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so I am posting this because a blog is not all good right? So last night I pulled in my drive way and noticed that my cat was having some fun on the porch with a little visitor that I will call Stuart Little. It doesn't bother me as long as he keeps his "toys" away from me and actually it is very nice that in the five years that I have lived here, have never had to worry about mice. Well noticing that there was no way to get in my back door without interrupting game time, I tried to call Danaka to tell her to come open the front door (I had left my house key for her), she being the great daughter that she is, thought that I just needed her to come help me get things out of my car, so what does she do, she opens the back door and Ozzy (that's my cat) runs in the house with Stuart in mouth. I still don't know this is happening when I am standing on my front porch trying to get Danaka to come and open the door, well when she finally does she has this look of, of, of "Oh Crap"I opened the door. I walk into the back room and see ozzy swating around stuart. Me being so brave jumps on my kitchen counter with Jayci and calls, who else my dad. He comes down and as soon as he opens the door Stuart runs behind my entertainment center and has not been seen since, well at least not by me, Ozzy sat in the same spot for about 3 hours last night, and the peanut butter in the trap disappeared, but we still have not captured him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little freaked out, I have 2 traps set and wear my shoes all over my house. I even put my shoes on my nightstand last night just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that our little friend soon goes to Heaven, I can't handle this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friend...."Stuart, come out come out where ever you are...don't you want some yummy peanut butter!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-126640874202593097?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/126640874202593097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=126640874202593097' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/126640874202593097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/126640874202593097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-i-wish-it-was-stuart-little.html' title='Don&apos;t I Wish it was Stuart Little...'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SP-ldBwgZiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TPtA1W8zqWo/s72-c/stuart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-7015490049021948577</id><published>2008-10-22T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:08:03.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bump, Dig, Spike????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SP9BIzLWnTI/AAAAAAAAALI/WocFg_AOQok/s1600-h/146_girl_playing_volleyball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259994509224615218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SP9BIzLWnTI/AAAAAAAAALI/WocFg_AOQok/s320/146_girl_playing_volleyball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS DANAKA! Danaka made her Jr High Volleyball team. I am so proud of her. It will be fun to learn the sport, and I have a lot of learning to do....I have never played volleyball, so this should be fun.  I am sure the best part of this for her, is i have no clue so I will just have to sit back and watch :-) I look forward to watching her play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT JOB DANAKA! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-7015490049021948577?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/7015490049021948577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=7015490049021948577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/7015490049021948577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/7015490049021948577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/10/bump-dig-spike.html' title='Bump, Dig, Spike????'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SP9BIzLWnTI/AAAAAAAAALI/WocFg_AOQok/s72-c/146_girl_playing_volleyball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-1601698461447685063</id><published>2008-10-19T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:56:33.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is The Place...</title><content type='html'>Okay, before I get in to our day of fun, I just have to share this funny story. For whatever reason I enjoy doing hair. Since Danaka thinks "She's too old" for me to do her hair all cutesy and Jayci doesn't quite have enough I love when my nieces come and stay with me, perfect time to do someones hair. Anyway a couple months back I had the girls and I did Kandace's hair. She told Angela that "I really like the way Mindi does hair, but sometimes it just hurts", I must put the ponytails in a little too tight! So Saturday I was getting Kandace ready I was trying to keep that in mind. I made sure the ponytails at the bottom were very loose. Well Ms. Kandace being her funny little self, looks at me and says "I would really like my hair better Mindi, if only I could look down". I guess I still had the ponytails a little too tight. I promise to work on that, but it does make for a funny story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past Saturday, I was able to take Danaka, Jayci and my 2 nieces to "This is the Place Heritage Park". I had never heard of it before, but every year around the middle of October - Halloween the kids can dress up in their costumes,(we opted not to, because the girl's costumes were way too hot, so Angela found these cute, cute Halloween shirts for them to wear instead.) and go trick or treating to different parts of the park. They have arts and crafts, a corn maze, face painting, pony rides and halloween stories told by a not so scary witch :-). We had a great time. I love being able to spend any time I can with my nieces and my girls. Hope you guys had as much fun as I did. Thanks for a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-8a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791341390730&amp;amp;site=widget-8a.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791341390730&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8a.slide.com/p1/2522015791341390730/bb_t025_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791341390730&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8a.slide.com/p2/2522015791341390730/bb_t025_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791341390730&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8a.slide.com/p4/2522015791341390730/bb_t025_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6535863880752957571-1601698461447685063?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/1601698461447685063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=1601698461447685063' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1601698461447685063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1601698461447685063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-place.html' title='This Is The Place...'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-4965203789727113071</id><published>2008-10-14T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:13:06.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to my girls</title><content type='html'>To My Sweet Sweet Girls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both from your head to your toes, &lt;br /&gt;I love you in your jeans and t-shirts and oh so much in ribbons and bows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching all the new things you do&lt;br /&gt;Everyday the two of you teach me something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching Danaka and little Jayci play &lt;br /&gt;and oh how it melts my heart with a book on the floor you lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet angels as each day passes and I watch you grow&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the greatest love that I will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Danaka and Jayci....you two are my world and there are days when life seems tough, but all I need is a smile or laugh, a mommme or mama and everything is perfect. I feel so blessed to be your mom and I hope that you will always know just how loved the both of you are. Thank you for making my life filled with more joy and love then I ever thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-26.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2666130979416596006&amp;amp;site=widget-26.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979416596006&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-26.slide.com/p1/2666130979416596006/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979416596006&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-26.slide.com/p2/2666130979416596006/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2666130979416596006&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-26.slide.com/p4/2666130979416596006/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6535863880752957571-4965203789727113071?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/4965203789727113071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=4965203789727113071' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4965203789727113071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4965203789727113071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/10/tribute-to-my-girls.html' title='Tribute to my girls'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-1957578375253884995</id><published>2008-10-13T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:30:14.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Spaghetti Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SPOvsqay3LI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7XbxlLsDP98/s1600-h/spaghetti+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256738371907280050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SPOvsqay3LI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7XbxlLsDP98/s320/spaghetti+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know why I am posting about this, but I guess because I decided there are great perks to being in a small town and I love having traditions. Yesterday was the annual Spaghetti Dinner. For those of you that have never been you have certainly missed out, and you must make plans to go next year. For those that have gone am I wrong in saying it is so YUMMY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only is the spaghetti the best ever, thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Coloissmos&lt;/span&gt; sausage and sauce, but it is so fun to see the same faces every year! It seems like no matter what time you go, the same fun people are always there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so neat to see the support that people give each and every year. So many people lined up from 12-7, yes even with the snow this year, there were just as many people as usual. We have been going to this every year since I can remember, but my mom and dad were talking yesterday and they went before they were even married. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gramps&lt;/span&gt; had lots of friends that lived out that way, so the tradition began it has probably been almost 40 years that my parents have gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait until next year, just another reason to love fall &amp;amp; the month of October!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-1957578375253884995?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/1957578375253884995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=1957578375253884995' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1957578375253884995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1957578375253884995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/10/annual-spaghetti-dinner.html' title='Annual Spaghetti Dinner'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SPOvsqay3LI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7XbxlLsDP98/s72-c/spaghetti+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-4188873536953382301</id><published>2008-10-12T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:07:50.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turner Girl Update!</title><content type='html'>Wow...it has been a very busy and fun few months. Here is just a few things that we have been up to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Danaka started Jr High....Wow my baby is in Jr High. She wasn't as nervous as I thought she would be. I think the way that they introduce 7th graders to Jr High is great. They do a 7th grade back to school night, where they can go with their parents, walk around the school to find all of their classes and their lockers. The 7th graders actually start school on Friday. It is just them and they go to all of their classes, meet their teachers and just get a feel for the school. I so wish they did that when I started. I think it would have eased my fears! She really has adjusted well, ad I couldn't be prouder of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Annual Labor Day Homestead Trip. For the last several years on Labor Day we go up to Midway to stay at the Homestead. We go to Swiss Days and just hang out. We always have a lot of fun, and it was so nice to just get away, even if it were just for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Girls Night Out to the State Fair. We had a great time. I took the girls and went an enjoyed a night at the fair. Jayci had a great time looking at everything. She absolutely loves her stoller so it makes that so easy. Danaka enjoys all the rides, one ride she went on, I had to put my head down. Those rides SCARE me....I just think they are put up way too fast, but that may just be the over protective mother in me. She also loves the bungee ride they have. They get harnesed in and get five minutes to jump and flip and just have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yummy Yummy Greek Festival....For those of you that have not ever been to the Greek Festival down town, you must go next year. It is such good food, very much worth the wait and the money.&lt;br /&gt; I feel like for the first time since Jayci was born my life is in a great rountine. So hopefully that means that I can update my blog at least once a week if not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are both doing great.&lt;br /&gt;Danaka is a typical Jr High girl. She is dancing again this year, and is, I think enjoying it more than ever! We had to make some changes this year, and they seem to all be working out. I am really looking forward to watching her grow in dance again this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayci is growing like a weed. It seems like she went from newborn to baby over night. She is into everything, she is crawling, she is talking. It is so fun to watch her, but I can't believe how fast everything has gone by. She is almost 11 months. I can't believe this time next month I will be getting ready for her first birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2666130979416361516&amp;amp;site=widget-2c.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979416361516&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/p1/2666130979416361516/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979416361516&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/p2/2666130979416361516/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2666130979416361516&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/p4/2666130979416361516/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6535863880752957571-4188873536953382301?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/4188873536953382301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=4188873536953382301' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4188873536953382301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4188873536953382301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/10/turner-girl-update.html' title='Turner Girl Update!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-6685010664994283420</id><published>2008-10-08T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:49:10.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gramps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SO00C71wGMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_d5lkrK8aGg/s1600-h/gramps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254913565238761666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" height="239" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SO00C71wGMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_d5lkrK8aGg/s320/gramps.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today marks 15 years since my "gramps" died. It is crazy to think that he has been gone longer, than I knew him here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;My "gramps" was an amazing person. He was so involved in everything that we did. He was at all the dance performances, softball, baseball, basketball football games (the list could go on), that there were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many funny stories that we all tell about grandpa....one of my favorites was he always would tell us grand daughters when we said something that we shouldn't or were sneaking around the corner to watch his old war movies with him that"pretty little girls don't do that".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking the other day about memories of staying at my grandpa and grandma's (nana's) house and the distinct smell of Old Spice and Aquanet hairspray that would flow through the house when my grandpa got ready to leave for work. It is amazing that the mind can still recall that exact smell, and you swear that you can smell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gramps was Sheriff of Salt Lake County for years. We had so many opportunities to be in parades and other things with him. I also got to be in a "Buckle Up" poster with him and my cousin. I can still remember that day, our new t-shirts, meeting the other kids that were going to be in the poster with dad's, uncles and grandpas. I remember getting to spend a lot of time with him that day. And by the way not to distract from the post.... but to my aunts and my mom if you are reading this...I need a copy of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking back to his funeral, and I remember the one person that spoke stated that he remembered a time that my grandpa was interrogating someone and the other person sitting by his office door, waiting to go in was so scared listening to him that he peed his pants...but when my grandpa walked out of his office, he just smiled and acted like nothing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa was a hard worker, he love to hunt everything he could, he loved to fish, but I think he loved spending time with his family the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes on, I wish more and more he were here. I could use his strength and knowledge on so many things in my life. I could use another 1lb meatball, instructions on how to fish, and the big bear hugs with his scruff that he use to give. I know that he is with me and that I will get to see him again, but today proves that the heart never really heals, it just learns how to go on.&lt;br /&gt;Here are just some pics of my gramps and things he enjoyed doing. I love you gramps.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-5c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2594073385378642524&amp;amp;site=widget-5c.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385378642524&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5c.slide.com/p1/2594073385378642524/bb_t041_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385378642524&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5c.slide.com/p2/2594073385378642524/bb_t041_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2594073385378642524&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5c.slide.com/p4/2594073385378642524/bb_t041_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6535863880752957571-6685010664994283420?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/6685010664994283420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=6685010664994283420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/6685010664994283420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/6685010664994283420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/10/gramps.html' title='Gramps!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SO00C71wGMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_d5lkrK8aGg/s72-c/gramps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-6476270753187789320</id><published>2008-09-30T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:31:28.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>I PROMISE!!!! Where has the time gone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-6476270753187789320?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/6476270753187789320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=6476270753187789320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/6476270753187789320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/6476270753187789320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-coming-soon.html' title='Update Coming Soon'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-4348903714955864538</id><published>2008-08-14T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:41:54.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SKRD3tuPJyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZRN9yTzxejs/s1600-h/100_2403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234383291356751650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SKRD3tuPJyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZRN9yTzxejs/s320/100_2403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Danaka&lt;/span&gt; had the opportunity to attend Girls Camp for the first time. I think that she had a great time. When I asked her what her favorite part was "Getting to start a fire with my knife..." Do I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pyro&lt;/span&gt; on my hands?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls do some crazy things now, I had heard it before, but I figured it was just that set of girls, but then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Danaka&lt;/span&gt; told me that they used the ash from the fire to brush their teeth??????? WHAT ASH, first of all that is the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt; thing I have ever heard, but to think that it actually works. She didn't believe me when I told her it was just an illusion. Your mouth goes from completely black with ash to normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Clean&lt;/span&gt;, of course it is going to look white. Crazy Girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls Camp isn't exactly rough camp anymore, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Danaka&lt;/span&gt; was only about 30 minutes away and had cell phone coverage, I think I talked to her a total of 15 times it 2 days, which is fine with me. The best phone call was "Hi Mom, I am standing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; my tent so I don't have long to talk, just wanted to say....." She is a nut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Danaka&lt;/span&gt; hope that you had a great time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jayci&lt;/span&gt; and I are glad that you are back home.... We missed you! &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/6535863880752957571-4348903714955864538?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/4348903714955864538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=4348903714955864538' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4348903714955864538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4348903714955864538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/08/girls-camp.html' title='Girls Camp...'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SKRD3tuPJyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZRN9yTzxejs/s72-c/100_2403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-2230241079985452575</id><published>2008-08-13T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:13:33.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures at the Park</title><content type='html'>I thought that it would be fun to take the girls to Murray park and take some pictures of them. They both change so fast, and for some reason it has really hit me the last little while. I don't know if it is the fact that Danaka is going to Jr High or Jayci is almost 9 months...I am not sure, all I can say is that everything is going by too fast. Anyway enough sap for now, hope you enjoy some of my favorites. 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This year, they did a big graduation ceremony, so we all went to cheer her on and congratulate her on a job well done, and then go to Disneyland! It was a huge 3 years, from 2 presentations that took about 1000 hours, to each summer being 240 hours to studying for 3 huge tests. You did a great job and we are so proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231788510328183170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsL7lIU2YI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7I0ekoKhREM/s320/100_2159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little about our trip, we headed out on Wednesday afternoon. I drove down with my dad, Danaka and Jayci. We drove to St George and stayed the night, then met up with Angela's family Thursday morning and headed to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsM3XGxc-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/gpqd6wZZmk8/s1600-h/100_2153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231789537355723746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsM3XGxc-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/gpqd6wZZmk8/s320/100_2153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday night was the graduation, the Friday it was off to Disneyland well actually California Adventures. It was so fun to see Danaka there, even though she now knows that the Princesses are not real :-), and Jayci, oh sweet Jayci. She did great, the car ride down all the moving around. She did love the characters though, she did her famous wave. We went in to one of the shops and this sweet guy gave Jayci a TinkerBell Pin right off his badge. Thank You to who ever you were in the Flight Shop! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsP4VQsfJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/56cLfcCk_hc/s1600-h/100_2166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231792852575222930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsP4VQsfJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/56cLfcCk_hc/s320/100_2166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsP5EwkxrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/B-3akkEWbHE/s1600-h/100_2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231792865325401778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsP5EwkxrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/B-3akkEWbHE/s320/100_2192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsP4-sUWpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MmOP_Eo5k2M/s1600-h/100_2178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231792863696935570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsP4-sUWpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MmOP_Eo5k2M/s320/100_2178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsP41dM2ZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/86pX3dhy11s/s1600-h/100_2188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231792861217610130" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsWyeh9y8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/g4TJDyrsz28/s320/100_2226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsWyonXsgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1drhK_9xmAA/s1600-h/100_2340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231800451272782338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsWyonXsgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1drhK_9xmAA/s320/100_2340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsV5wSnh-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/jHguNxa_BAo/s1600-h/100_2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231799474080679906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsV5wSnh-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/jHguNxa_BAo/s320/100_2332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsWy6q5NgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xGYadZe6wPU/s1600-h/100_2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231800456119399938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsWy6q5NgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xGYadZe6wPU/s320/100_2370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun couple of days. On Sunday we drove in to Vegas to break up the trip a little. Have you ever heard of a 6 year old winning it big in Vegas....well Kandace has. Little Kandace decided on Monday morning to search through the bible in her room and low and behold, there was a $100.00 bill in there. What a lucky little kid, "I am rich, I am rich", is what we heard the rest of the day! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsYmFQjU6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/9aDO9y-5Ycs/s1600-h/100_2393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231802434646660002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsYmFQjU6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/9aDO9y-5Ycs/s320/100_2393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well over all it was a FANTASTIC trip. We had a great time. Thanks mom &amp;amp; dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsZfUOG20I/AAAAAAAAAHo/LjLZJNZ6v9o/s1600-h/100_2361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231803417915480898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsZfUOG20I/AAAAAAAAAHo/LjLZJNZ6v9o/s320/100_2361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsZfbvJsYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0o9pQgRup9w/s1600-h/100_2352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231803419933127042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsZfbvJsYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0o9pQgRup9w/s320/100_2352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-1178384938622276958?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/1178384938622276958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=1178384938622276958' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1178384938622276958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/1178384938622276958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-that-elementary-is-overwhere-are.html' title='Now that Elementary is Over...Where are you going?'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsL7lIU2YI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7I0ekoKhREM/s72-c/100_2159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-6834761956913005399</id><published>2008-08-07T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T07:47:23.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danaka...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsKzLuUTMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bn7rx5xwBG0/s1600-h/100_2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231787266557627586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsKzLuUTMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bn7rx5xwBG0/s320/100_2016.JPG" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsKzUCq_JI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YTYnTJ6g1sk/s1600-h/100_2098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231787268790484114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsKzUCq_JI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YTYnTJ6g1sk/s320/100_2098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsKza5cJnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qvGoYPjV7sM/s1600-h/100_2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231787270630811250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsKza5cJnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qvGoYPjV7sM/s320/100_2099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the end of June Danaka was offically no longer an elemnetary student. Deep Breath!!! I have a Jr High Student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of Danaka, she only received one B and the rest A's all through school. She went to 4 different schools and just took the change and ran with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has tried to be apart of all that she could, and she gave everything 100%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As her elementary time ended, Danaka received the "Hope of America" and the "Presidential Academic Acheivement" award. She has also scored 100% on her CRTs in a few catagories. I know that I am bragging, but I have a lot to brag about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danaka, I love you so much and am SO PROUD of you. Good Luck with Jr High, and remember not to think I am crazy the first day of school when I can't compose myself :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6535863880752957571-6834761956913005399?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/6834761956913005399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=6834761956913005399' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/6834761956913005399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/6834761956913005399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/08/danaka.html' title='Danaka...'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SJsKzLuUTMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bn7rx5xwBG0/s72-c/100_2016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-440979042749763468</id><published>2008-08-04T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:46:03.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know that I have once again neglected my blogging duties, but I will be posting a few updates tonight of what has been up at the Turner Household. I know that you can all hardley wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-440979042749763468?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/440979042749763468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=440979042749763468' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/440979042749763468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/440979042749763468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-coming-soon.html' title='Update Coming Soon'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-8250161814029865776</id><published>2008-06-11T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:08:32.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I have neglected by "blogging duties" for a month. We have just been so busy, so this will just be a fun little catch up of what we have been up to the past month....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things First....I miss my Danaka. Danaka left for Mill Hollow this morning, and I already miss her. I know that she will be fine, but she truly is my best friend, I hate not having her around to talk to, and I certainly miss my 40+ text messages that I get a day from her.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of Danaka, on Friday Danaka received the "Hope of America" award at school. Only a few 6th graders get this award. It is based on everything that they have done in elementary, grades, activities inside school, it completely shocked me when we were writing her essay how many things she participates in, and she is only in 6th grade. She has been in Magna Music Makers, Safety Patrol, Crime watch, Cyber Corps, band and office aide. Plus she has never received anything below an A-. Plus everything that she does outside absolutely amazes me. I am so blessed to have her as a daughter. I truly don't deserve her.  Way to go Danaka I am so proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second...I won Tim McGraw tickets on KBull this morning. I am so excited, I don't ever win anything. I got to my mom's work this morning to take her something and I showed her my hands they were shaking. I am not sure if it was because I was excited, or because I was still nervous. Who knows, but who cares I still WON!!! I have a decision of who to take...do I do the nice mom thing, or I am selfish for one night, and ask a certain someone??? Anyway I am sure that I will have a blast... Tim McGraw here we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here  are just a few things that we have done the past month: (there are pics below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance Competition at Lagoon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trip to the Zoo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance Competitions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Softball Games &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Softball Closing Ceremonies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memorial Day festivities....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mother's Day (which was the absolute best!!! My wonderful friend Tye (it's Amanda but that is what I call her, got our company tickets for the Jazz game that day. She was nice enough to share 2 of them with me. So Danaka and I had a mother's day date at the Jazz game. We had 8th row tickets and had the time of our lives.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Band Concerts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Business Trip to Seattle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And so much more....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are doing well....Jayci is getting to be so much fun. She is still so small, she, at 6 months weighs 14lbs, and is 24 inches. I can't believe she is that little. She is so fun but quite the little fire head. She is very particular and lets you know if you have not done something correctly or in the time that she set for you. I love my Jay.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I will do better about updating. Things are starting to calm down. I hope that everyone has a good week :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-8250161814029865776?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/8250161814029865776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=8250161814029865776' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/8250161814029865776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/8250161814029865776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-523505547648618412</id><published>2008-05-06T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:48:56.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Needs To Come SOON!!!</title><content type='html'>Summer needs to come soon, not because I am ready for the heat, although (if I can toot my own horn) it will be nice being 60lbs lighter this summer. Anyway, I NEED a break. We are always running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I got off of work at 5:00, picked Jayci up, picked Danaka up, took Danaka to her dance class that started at 5:30, went home changed my clothes, changed Jayci, made Jay a bottle, picked Danaka up from dance at 6:15, grabbed our "getting old" fast food, took her to her game that started at 6:30. She did great. Her team is so fun to watch. Good job Danaka. As much as I am ready for summer, it has been so fun watching Danaka do something new. Anyway, this is pretty much our life. I think Jayci probably thinks that she is just suppose to live in her car seat most nights. It will be nice for summer to come, we won't know what do with all of our free time. I am sure we will think of something though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s305.photobucket.com/albums/nn229/TurnerGirls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=05-05-08_2010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn229/TurnerGirls/05-05-08_2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s305.photobucket.com/albums/nn229/TurnerGirls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=05-05-08_2014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn229/TurnerGirls/05-05-08_2014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s305.photobucket.com/albums/nn229/TurnerGirls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=05-05-08_2015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn229/TurnerGirls/05-05-08_2015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s305.photobucket.com/albums/nn229/TurnerGirls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=05-05-08_1937-1-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn229/TurnerGirls/05-05-08_1937-1-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s305.photobucket.com/albums/nn229/TurnerGirls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=05-05-08_1939-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn229/TurnerGirls/05-05-08_1939-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last night after Danaka's game we stopped by my sister's house so that I could do K'Lynn's hair. I have found the trick to crimmping. Lots of hairspray, and doing it the night before. The next morning, it still looks great, but just isn't quite as big. K'Lynn is going to have such a neat opportunity today. K'Lynn got asked to sing at something for parents trying to adopt and birth mother's. The song is called "My Mother's Love". It made me cry. It is a child singing. It talks about how one mother was there to hear her first cry, but the other one was there to help with daily trials. It is so beautiful, and very touching. Good Luck K'Lynn. I know you will do great. I will try and post a copy on here, if I can get it from the Keddington's, if not I will post the link to their blog so you can listen to it. You will need a tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting next week, I am going to do some catching up. I will write about something from the past every week on Wednesday. I am calling it the "Turner's Turnback" (thanks Angela). Since I am going to be using this as out family scrapbook, it will be a good way to get caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-523505547648618412?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/523505547648618412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=523505547648618412' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/523505547648618412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/523505547648618412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-needs-to-come-soon.html' title='Summer Needs To Come SOON!!!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-7610681017585872926</id><published>2008-05-03T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:31:48.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Dance Dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i305.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvid305.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fnn229%2FTurnerGirls%2FDance%2520Comp%2520May%25203%25202008%2Fcca5dcd0.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=stream305.photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well another competition down and one more to go. Danaka had another dance competition today. She did AMAZING. She has grown so much, I love being able to be a part of something that I have always held so close to my heart, something that has been a part of me almost my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danaka dances with girls that are 4+ years older than her. It is so funny to watch Danaka, she is small anyway, but you put her with those girls that and she looks even smaller. Way to go Danaka, you can sure hold your own!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groups did great. We didn't stay for awards, I couldn't do that to Jayci or me :-) Jayci is such a home body, and you pay for it the next day. She has to get all the attention that she felt she missed out on the day before. Hopefully Danaka understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put some pics in a slide show, poor Jayci, but at least she had her glow worm to keep her company. She really does do a good job. She loves to watch the dances and listen to the music, but she just can't seem to get her sleep time in. I can't imagine why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Danaka, you did a great job today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-7610681017585872926?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/7610681017585872926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=7610681017585872926' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/7610681017585872926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/7610681017585872926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/05/dance-dance-dance.html' title='Dance Dance Dance!'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535863880752957571.post-4972616575822562500</id><published>2008-04-25T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:55:27.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Blog Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SBJBEUxntuI/AAAAAAAAACw/3ytKDwfA2ZA/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193284862863718114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SBJBEUxntuI/AAAAAAAAACw/3ytKDwfA2ZA/s200/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As my first blog entry I could say a lot to catch everyone up, but we will just start from today and move forward. Our life is so busy, but is so much fun. My girls are my life and I love watching both of them grow and learn. Each of them teaches me so much everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We went and had our pictures done a couple of weeks ago. Jayci was blessed on March 30th, so we did her blessing pictures and then did a few family ones. What a good way to start a blog by posting the pics. Here they are, they all turned out so good. I was so glad. Mikayla, the girl at Kiddie Kandids was the best, she works at the location that is inside of Babies R Us up on Fort Union Blvd. Just incase anyone wanted to know. I will definitely go back and ask for her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SBJBE0xntvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dsFo4B1oyLQ/s1600-h/jayciblessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193284871453652722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SBJBE0xntvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dsFo4B1oyLQ/s200/jayciblessing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SBJBE0xntwI/AAAAAAAAADA/tlnU3btl0Vw/s1600-h/jayciblessinga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193284871453652738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SBJBE0xntwI/AAAAAAAAADA/tlnU3btl0Vw/s200/jayciblessinga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SBJBE0xntwI/AAAAAAAAADA/tlnU3btl0Vw/s1600-h/jayciblessinga.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SBJBE0xntwI/AAAAAAAAADA/tlnU3btl0Vw/s1600-h/jayciblessinga.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SBJBFkxntxI/AAAAAAAAADI/f_bDtqLjvgA/s1600-h/jayciblessingb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193284884338554642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SBJBFkxntxI/AAAAAAAAADI/f_bDtqLjvgA/s200/jayciblessingb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danaka loves this one, she thinks Jayci looks like a turtle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SBJBF0xntyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tbw9vySqpgw/s1600-h/jayciblessingc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193284888633521954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SBJBF0xntyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tbw9vySqpgw/s200/jayciblessingc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SBJBP0xnt0I/AAAAAAAAADg/Ma6l-dBqy6A/s1600-h/danandjay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193285060432213826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SBJBP0xnt0I/AAAAAAAAADg/Ma6l-dBqy6A/s200/danandjay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my favorite.&lt;/strong&gt; It has been so fun watching Danaka become a big sister. She is such a huge help, and I could not have made it through the past couple of months without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SBJBPkxntzI/AAAAAAAAADY/aXTaakOwIAk/s1600-h/meanddanaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193285056137246514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SBJBPkxntzI/AAAAAAAAADY/aXTaakOwIAk/s200/meanddanaka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This one turned out really well. I had one taken of me and Jayci, but it just didn't turn out well. Jayci looked so cute. I looked like I had put back on so pounds, and we are not going there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535863880752957571-4972616575822562500?l=minditurner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/feeds/4972616575822562500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535863880752957571&amp;postID=4972616575822562500' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4972616575822562500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535863880752957571/posts/default/4972616575822562500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minditurner.blogspot.com/2008/04/1st-blog-entry.html' title='1st Blog Entry'/><author><name>Just me and my girls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/TKz9AePuylI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IueWhj81I5Q/S220/IMG_0088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-zV4r5-kuw/SBJBEUxntuI/AAAAAAAAACw/3ytKDwfA2ZA/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
