<?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-8844421121907118364</id><updated>2011-10-16T10:41:57.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Once Was a Family Who Lived In a Zoo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-813030407405245796</id><published>2011-10-13T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:16:30.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes a girl just needs a day!</title><content type='html'>Monday morning started out like every other Monday morning. &amp;nbsp;Walter got up and left for work at 6:30 and &amp;nbsp;I fell back asleep in hopes that the next hour would feel like another 8 hours of sleep. &amp;nbsp;Well, it didn't. &amp;nbsp;My alarm went off at 7:30, just like it always does. &amp;nbsp;Alexa and I have a ritual, my alarm goes off at 7:30 and I push snooze while I call her in to cuddle with me for 5 minutes. &amp;nbsp;Now, it is important for you to know that most mornings our cuddle/snooze fest turns into more of a 30 minute cuddle/snooze fest. &amp;nbsp;Most mornings we finally decide to wake up and face the day at 8:00. &amp;nbsp;Well, this Monday morning was different. &amp;nbsp;I didn't want to face the Monday morning....and more importantly, neither did my daughter. &amp;nbsp;This particular Monday, Alexa turned to me and said "Mom, I don't want to go to school today, I want a day with my mom. &amp;nbsp;I NEED a day with my mom." &amp;nbsp;Well, as a mom I had a decision to make....do I worry about my daughter missing a day at school, or do I spend the day giving my daughter what she needs....a day with her mom. &amp;nbsp;Of course I was worried about her missing a day of school for no reason, and of course I was worried about me missing a day of work for no reason. &amp;nbsp;However, how could I resist doing this, when my daughter said that she NEEDED a day with her mom. &amp;nbsp;I mean really, how many more years do I have with her where she NEEDS to spend a day with me, where she NEEDS to know that I am still her best friend, her everything. &amp;nbsp;Well, I finally made my mind up and called in sick...to both the school, and my office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexa and I had the perfect day. &amp;nbsp;I am SOOOO glad that we decided to sluff our lives and spend the day with each other. &amp;nbsp;We&amp;nbsp;literally spent the day talking about our lives, watching tv, cleaning the house, and making dinner for Walt when he got home. &amp;nbsp;It was such a great "girl bonding" day. &amp;nbsp;After we had cleaned the house, we went shopping, and on our way home, as she held my hand, &amp;nbsp;Alexa says to me " mom, I don't think I will ever have a best friend that I like more than you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. Goodness. &amp;nbsp;I can't tell you how much it meant to me to hear those words come out of her mouth. &amp;nbsp;I love the relationship I am building with her. &amp;nbsp;I love Her. &amp;nbsp;I love who she is becoming. &amp;nbsp;I love who I know she can be. &amp;nbsp;I love who I know she wants to be. &amp;nbsp;Hell, I even love the hard times I know that we are facing ahead as she grows up and goes through puberty....because it is a part of who she is going to become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great "girls day" we had. Alexa asked if we can have a girls day every year, and I said without a single bit of hesitation....YES! &amp;nbsp;I love spending time with my little girl. &amp;nbsp;What a great day we had just laying around, and being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, laying around ( still in our pajamas), watching tv, and cuddling with the cat.....what a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TnNshMJYIcE/Tpe2PPJe8hI/AAAAAAAAA0E/TmwyFxU0oFo/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TnNshMJYIcE/Tpe2PPJe8hI/AAAAAAAAA0E/TmwyFxU0oFo/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-813030407405245796?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/813030407405245796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=813030407405245796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/813030407405245796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/813030407405245796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes-girl-just-needs-day.html' title='Sometimes a girl just needs a day!'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TnNshMJYIcE/Tpe2PPJe8hI/AAAAAAAAA0E/TmwyFxU0oFo/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-3663713934440908524</id><published>2011-10-10T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T10:49:23.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexa the pregnant lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night Alexa put a blanket in her shirt to pretend she was pregnant. &amp;nbsp;She has such an imagination and is so dang funny. &amp;nbsp;I realize that probably every little girl in the history of little girls has pretended they are pregnant at one point or the other, but the thing that stuck out in this instance were her pretend boobs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yjJ_rN8mR30/TpMuyjM_j7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/4wMkeEHL5LM/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yjJ_rN8mR30/TpMuyjM_j7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/4wMkeEHL5LM/s320/003.JPG" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alexa came waddling out of her room (seriously, the girl should be an actress, she was waddling like a real pregnant lady). &amp;nbsp;She said "mom, I am a pregnant lady". &amp;nbsp;It was at this point that I noticed she had stuffed both her stomach and chest. &amp;nbsp;I asked her about her stuffed chest to which she replied " Well, I hear that when a lady is pregnant her breasts swell!" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGvW3_gVdyE/TpMu9ECM5mI/AAAAAAAAAz8/SyOpEQq48p4/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGvW3_gVdyE/TpMu9ECM5mI/AAAAAAAAAz8/SyOpEQq48p4/s320/007.JPG" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She then proceeded to turn around and waddle back into her room. &amp;nbsp;I love my little pregnant lady. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-3663713934440908524?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/3663713934440908524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=3663713934440908524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/3663713934440908524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/3663713934440908524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2011/10/alexa-pregnant-lady.html' title='Alexa the pregnant lady'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yjJ_rN8mR30/TpMuyjM_j7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/4wMkeEHL5LM/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-1090793524584971038</id><published>2011-08-22T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T08:21:10.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd grade.......How Did It Come So Quickly!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_dNuWJNfVDg/TlJxZvZNSpI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/A9w2P49DYGI/s1600/2011-08-22-Alexa%2527s+first+day+of+3rd+grade+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_dNuWJNfVDg/TlJxZvZNSpI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/A9w2P49DYGI/s320/2011-08-22-Alexa%2527s+first+day+of+3rd+grade+005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lc-q7bOmOfg/TlJxSxsEkuI/AAAAAAAAAzM/XFi4IkTQUbQ/s1600/2011-08-22-Alexa%2527s+first+day+of+3rd+grade+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lc-q7bOmOfg/TlJxSxsEkuI/AAAAAAAAAzM/XFi4IkTQUbQ/s320/2011-08-22-Alexa%2527s+first+day+of+3rd+grade+004.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just got done walking my brave little girl to her first day of Third grade. &amp;nbsp;Oh. My. Gosh. &amp;nbsp;Every year I think it is going to get easier, but it just doesn't. &amp;nbsp;It's so hard to watch my baby grow up so quickly. &amp;nbsp;I cry every year. &amp;nbsp;I hold it and act strong until she is gone and then I lose it. &amp;nbsp;I sob. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;literally&amp;nbsp;cry until I have no more tears. &amp;nbsp; Part of my tears are sadness for time moving so quickly, but mostly I cry because I am so proud of her. &amp;nbsp;It is so amazing to watch her enter these new steps in her life with such confidence. &amp;nbsp;She is such an amazingly beautiful, smart, confident girl. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I just don't believe she is mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Alexa is in an advanced learning class. &amp;nbsp;I am so proud of her. &amp;nbsp;At the end of her second grade she tested in the top 5% of her class. Because of that, she is in a class this year with both 3rd and 4th graders. &amp;nbsp;I'm so stinking proud of her. &amp;nbsp;She CLEARLY didn't get her brains from me. :) &amp;nbsp;When I was in 3rd grade, if I had to march up to a bunch of 4th graders and get in line for class with them, I would have been so nervous. &amp;nbsp;Not Alexa, she ran up with a huge smile on her face, anxiously waiting to see what the next step in life was going to bring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to the next step in your life Alexa. &amp;nbsp;I love you! &amp;nbsp;I hope you have the best year yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-1090793524584971038?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/1090793524584971038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=1090793524584971038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/1090793524584971038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/1090793524584971038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2011/08/3rd-gradehow-did-it-come-so-quickly.html' title='3rd grade.......How Did It Come So Quickly!!!'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_dNuWJNfVDg/TlJxZvZNSpI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/A9w2P49DYGI/s72-c/2011-08-22-Alexa%2527s+first+day+of+3rd+grade+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-1418281440282141321</id><published>2011-08-09T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T09:32:42.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage Morgan Shae Glover</title><content type='html'>My little Morgan leaves for Belgium tomorrow. We are going to miss her so much while she is gone, but I am so very proud of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PiSl7ljCKrs/TkFgrcOetdI/AAAAAAAAAys/Bxh8reFCEOU/s1600/Morgan+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PiSl7ljCKrs/TkFgrcOetdI/AAAAAAAAAys/Bxh8reFCEOU/s200/Morgan+2.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Bm7DnR6Qbo/TkFgpASlhCI/AAAAAAAAAyo/wSKeAeYK2p4/s1600/Morgan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Bm7DnR6Qbo/TkFgpASlhCI/AAAAAAAAAyo/wSKeAeYK2p4/s200/Morgan.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was looking through my memory box and I found this book Moog made &amp;nbsp;for me when she was little. &amp;nbsp;It is so cute that it makes my heart hurt a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ecselent Linsie...By Morgan Shae Glover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vm1ShW-tQwU/TkCdXWihRAI/AAAAAAAAAx0/4AfDwq_0fYY/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vm1ShW-tQwU/TkCdXWihRAI/AAAAAAAAAx0/4AfDwq_0fYY/s400/038.JPG" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My aunt is ecselent (I love the way she spells excellent. &amp;nbsp;heehee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_RbHP0fnLA/TkCdifmly8I/AAAAAAAAAx4/KgaLTH2hBsA/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_RbHP0fnLA/TkCdifmly8I/AAAAAAAAAx4/KgaLTH2hBsA/s400/044.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She can play volley ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GuVLnKS1eWo/TkCdtZx22vI/AAAAAAAAAx8/kwuV6SDEmUo/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GuVLnKS1eWo/TkCdtZx22vI/AAAAAAAAAx8/kwuV6SDEmUo/s400/045.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She always bys the biggest ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHZTo57TmMk/TkCd3608T2I/AAAAAAAAAyA/kdCPd6UdbDQ/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHZTo57TmMk/TkCd3608T2I/AAAAAAAAAyA/kdCPd6UdbDQ/s400/046.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She works at alcoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6Qu_bKTnkM/TkCeCRcuBWI/AAAAAAAAAyE/vgZVQRYVKEs/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6Qu_bKTnkM/TkCeCRcuBWI/AAAAAAAAAyE/vgZVQRYVKEs/s400/047.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She can quilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-tdGWOMZ4s/TkCeLLAWxcI/AAAAAAAAAyI/F4IHBySw988/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-tdGWOMZ4s/TkCeLLAWxcI/AAAAAAAAAyI/F4IHBySw988/s400/048.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She can do sloppy buns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bsYuMdTQqWQ/TkCeUhJihQI/AAAAAAAAAyM/LimgsalG_qM/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bsYuMdTQqWQ/TkCeUhJihQI/AAAAAAAAAyM/LimgsalG_qM/s400/049.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She tells funny stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3UYRiagT6Q/TkCedG70zfI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/pg1e74eZSpk/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3UYRiagT6Q/TkCedG70zfI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/pg1e74eZSpk/s400/050.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has lots of cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1e3zPa1Quo/TkCemC1TgqI/AAAAAAAAAyU/2T82BkSKsXk/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1e3zPa1Quo/TkCemC1TgqI/AAAAAAAAAyU/2T82BkSKsXk/s400/051.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She can cook good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iTGBY40AGRU/TkCev7mgMPI/AAAAAAAAAyY/obbcQ0lw8k0/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iTGBY40AGRU/TkCev7mgMPI/AAAAAAAAAyY/obbcQ0lw8k0/s400/052.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She lets you do enything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J53Fpymmxp0/TkCe23boq3I/AAAAAAAAAyc/JQENLUKQyaw/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J53Fpymmxp0/TkCe23boq3I/AAAAAAAAAyc/JQENLUKQyaw/s400/053.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PlU-JHV324U/TkCe_H5VR6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/XFAZnIv1Sy0/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PlU-JHV324U/TkCe_H5VR6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/XFAZnIv1Sy0/s400/054.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading this book about her "ecsellent aunt linsie" it hit me how ironic it is that my little adoring niece who looked up to me for so many years is now the person&amp;nbsp;whom I look up to. &amp;nbsp;She has grown into such an amazing, beautiful, talented, smart,&amp;nbsp;genuinely&amp;nbsp;awesome person and I am proud to say she is my niece. I love you Morgan! &amp;nbsp;I am so proud of you. &amp;nbsp;I can't put it into words how much I admire and respect you for who you are and what you have done with your life so far. &amp;nbsp;I hope you have the time of your life in Belgium Moog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Voyage!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-1418281440282141321?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/1418281440282141321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=1418281440282141321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/1418281440282141321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/1418281440282141321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2011/08/bon-voyage-morgan-shae-glover.html' title='Bon Voyage Morgan Shae Glover'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PiSl7ljCKrs/TkFgrcOetdI/AAAAAAAAAys/Bxh8reFCEOU/s72-c/Morgan+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-3423360298266735551</id><published>2011-08-04T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:02:44.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of Dork-wad</title><content type='html'>Alexa always says the funniest things. &amp;nbsp;This morning she says to me "Mom, I am going to change your name to "Mother of Dork-wad". &amp;nbsp;I am also going to change Grandma Kathy's name to "Mother of Three Dork-wads." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a funny girl. &amp;nbsp;I love my little dork-wad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-3423360298266735551?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/3423360298266735551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=3423360298266735551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/3423360298266735551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/3423360298266735551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2011/08/mother-of-dorkwad.html' title='Mother of Dork-wad'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-4668711155843769803</id><published>2011-07-19T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T11:05:28.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjIODcFqMmc/TiXGzaon-YI/AAAAAAAAAxI/2VsfGbaSq3Y/s1600/2011-06-23-Four+Generations+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjIODcFqMmc/TiXGzaon-YI/AAAAAAAAAxI/2VsfGbaSq3Y/s320/2011-06-23-Four+Generations+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest Grandma Zentner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you left us today.&amp;nbsp; I am going to miss you so very much.&amp;nbsp; I truly can't imagine a world without you in it.&amp;nbsp; My life will not be the same without you, and you will be truly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Neither of us have ever really been the type to tell each other how we feel.&amp;nbsp; Especially me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;most of my life I have been the snot-nosed-kid who didn't know how to show appreciation or love for you.&amp;nbsp; I will regret that for the rest of my life.&amp;nbsp; I regret not ever telling you how amazing I think you were.&amp;nbsp; You went through so much in your life, and managed to do it all with dignity and respect.&amp;nbsp; I love you more than words can express, and I wish more than anything in the world I would have had the guts to tell you this when you were alive.&amp;nbsp; I know I am too late to tell you this in person, but maybe somehow, someway, you will receive this message so that I have the chance to finally tell you, from the bottom of my heart, that I love you, respect you, and can't imagine a world that you are not in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Grandma.&amp;nbsp; I hope you find happiness and peace wherever you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-4668711155843769803?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/4668711155843769803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=4668711155843769803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/4668711155843769803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/4668711155843769803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2011/07/grandma-z.html' title='Grandma Z'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjIODcFqMmc/TiXGzaon-YI/AAAAAAAAAxI/2VsfGbaSq3Y/s72-c/2011-06-23-Four+Generations+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-1345758868652011311</id><published>2011-07-13T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T13:06:44.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Day Out</title><content type='html'>Walter has been working out of town for the last couple of weeks.&amp;nbsp; It is lonely at home without him, and Alexa and I tend to fall into a slump when he is gone.&amp;nbsp; It seems we watch movies and let the world carry on without us while he is gone.&amp;nbsp; Because of that, we decided we were going to have a girls day out.&amp;nbsp; We went to the Thanksgiving Point Gardens.&amp;nbsp; I had a BLAST with her.&amp;nbsp; She is such a fun person to be around.&amp;nbsp; It was really cool to see the world from her point of view.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-ESvwDdl9g/Th3C20rncZI/AAAAAAAAAw8/UJ7hmGTiiiI/s1600/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-ESvwDdl9g/Th3C20rncZI/AAAAAAAAAw8/UJ7hmGTiiiI/s400/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+032.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6vsbqbP7hc/Th3C9NR30gI/AAAAAAAAAxA/YP5lyqzLboQ/s1600/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6vsbqbP7hc/Th3C9NR30gI/AAAAAAAAAxA/YP5lyqzLboQ/s400/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+033.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alexa thought it would be fun to pretend that we lived in a jungle and the gardens were our house.&amp;nbsp; We had lots of fun deciding what rooms were ours, what was the bathroom, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside these arches was Alexa's Room...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HGx4J37y4vs/Th2-eVyIZQI/AAAAAAAAAwM/XI48gu90NCA/s1600/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HGx4J37y4vs/Th2-eVyIZQI/AAAAAAAAAwM/XI48gu90NCA/s400/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+058.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XwM_pQVlowg/Th2-mnSlAfI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/67ZEpUfFgP8/s1600/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XwM_pQVlowg/Th2-mnSlAfI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/67ZEpUfFgP8/s400/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+081.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This area was mine and Walt's room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RsYMfWUC5dg/Th2_CWN4S2I/AAAAAAAAAwU/IZXAdBTewzQ/s1600/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RsYMfWUC5dg/Th2_CWN4S2I/AAAAAAAAAwU/IZXAdBTewzQ/s400/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+090.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This area was the bathroom. &amp;nbsp;There are A LOT of bathtubs in our bathroom. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HTCPkEvfISs/Th2_q1bf_BI/AAAAAAAAAwY/cIA86y8_QjE/s1600/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HTCPkEvfISs/Th2_q1bf_BI/AAAAAAAAAwY/cIA86y8_QjE/s400/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+138.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rRphhG5gHOE/Th2_zBrxKbI/AAAAAAAAAwc/jJ6gYeL-pQY/s1600/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rRphhG5gHOE/Th2_zBrxKbI/AAAAAAAAAwc/jJ6gYeL-pQY/s400/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+149.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was our pool room--we also decided that we can push a button and beds appear in the pool area. &amp;nbsp;That way we can sleep in there when we want to relax by the pool. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-36XNpqH7b58/Th3AWHBTXBI/AAAAAAAAAwg/5s1BAGaDlWM/s1600/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-36XNpqH7b58/Th3AWHBTXBI/AAAAAAAAAwg/5s1BAGaDlWM/s400/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+105.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was the pond in our backyard. &amp;nbsp;Alexa LOVED the fish. &amp;nbsp;She was trying to get them to eat off of her stick (one&amp;nbsp;actually&amp;nbsp;bit!) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8x_lQIY0GoY/Th3BRKXC7LI/AAAAAAAAAws/QujcFQDiy70/s1600/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8x_lQIY0GoY/Th3BRKXC7LI/AAAAAAAAAws/QujcFQDiy70/s400/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+070.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SCBdauj9eis/Th3BbPV21sI/AAAAAAAAAww/_XFIioGSYW4/s1600/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SCBdauj9eis/Th3BbPV21sI/AAAAAAAAAww/_XFIioGSYW4/s400/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+086.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By the end of the gardens, Alexa was super tired....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1slhRN5JArY/Th3B3iZVujI/AAAAAAAAAw0/xki_uTmLKN8/s1600/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1slhRN5JArY/Th3B3iZVujI/AAAAAAAAAw0/xki_uTmLKN8/s400/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+159.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We then stopped and had a bite to eat from "our kitchen". &amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;restaurant&amp;nbsp;at the gardens was delicious. &amp;nbsp;Alexa and I had fun playing with the wikki sticks they give all the kids at the&amp;nbsp;restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p92abXzYxd8/Th3Cb0NwJdI/AAAAAAAAAw4/MZQF02CxKdA/s1600/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p92abXzYxd8/Th3Cb0NwJdI/AAAAAAAAAw4/MZQF02CxKdA/s400/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+165.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alexa--you are my best friend.&amp;nbsp; I love ya girl!&amp;nbsp; I had so much fun with you.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait for our next adventure together!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-1345758868652011311?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/1345758868652011311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=1345758868652011311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/1345758868652011311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/1345758868652011311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2011/07/girls-day-out.html' title='Girls Day Out'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-ESvwDdl9g/Th3C20rncZI/AAAAAAAAAw8/UJ7hmGTiiiI/s72-c/2011-07-09-Girls+day+at+Thanksgiving+point+gardens+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-280195684945627324</id><published>2011-06-27T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T20:36:32.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costco Shop</title><content type='html'>Alexa spent the evening pretending to be the owner of a window shop called "Costco Shop". &amp;nbsp;She fixed her hair in pig-tails, put on some of her dress-ups, and applied a&amp;nbsp;ridiculous amount of blue&amp;nbsp;eye shadow&amp;nbsp;(evidently she thinks this is how an adult shop owner should dress). &amp;nbsp;She then gathered a few items from around the house and placed them in her window shop (our living room window). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used her play cell phone to make announcements to the customers. &amp;nbsp;It was very cute. &amp;nbsp;She would say things like "attention customers...the Costco Shop will be closing in 5 minutes" and "Could Amanda please come to the register". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter and I were able to purchase the items in her store with either a penny or we could run our credit card. (evidently we still need to have the "credit cards are bad" talk with her. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a funny girl. &amp;nbsp;I love her imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j5IFq0CAH5g/TglK9OpZPtI/AAAAAAAAAlw/fgD5kqw8uHk/s1600/2011-06-27-Alexa%2527s+Store+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j5IFq0CAH5g/TglK9OpZPtI/AAAAAAAAAlw/fgD5kqw8uHk/s400/2011-06-27-Alexa%2527s+Store+001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YRMug-xtsKE/TglLBe-xSyI/AAAAAAAAAl0/w7WNoyQn7hQ/s1600/2011-06-27-Alexa%2527s+Store+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YRMug-xtsKE/TglLBe-xSyI/AAAAAAAAAl0/w7WNoyQn7hQ/s400/2011-06-27-Alexa%2527s+Store+002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunday night the&amp;nbsp;Glover's&amp;nbsp;stayed in a hotel that has a really fun pool. &amp;nbsp;The kids had a BLAST. &amp;nbsp;I think they would have swam until they turned into fish if we would have let them. &amp;nbsp;They sure are cute little fishies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z433/LindsayFellmeth/000_0036-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z433/LindsayFellmeth/000_0036-1.jpg" width="529" /&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/8844421121907118364-1473034660325376208?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/1473034660325376208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=1473034660325376208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/1473034660325376208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/1473034660325376208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2011/06/glover-cousins-and-little-fishies.html' title='Glover Cousins and Little Fishies'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-9189840930263689784</id><published>2011-06-08T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T14:19:49.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; 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margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #632523; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #632523; font-family: 'Adobe Caslon Pro', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;“I saw a spider, but I decided to say hi to it instead of kill it because I am not the one who should decide if we live or die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #632523; font-family: 'Adobe Caslon Pro', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #632523;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Pea NJH Whimsy';"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #632523; font-family: 'Adobe Caslon Pro', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Pea NJH Whimsy';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #632523; font-family: 'Adobe Caslon Pro', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #632523;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Pea NJH Whimsy';"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #632523;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Pea Anna-Banana';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #632523; font-family: 'Pea Family Joy Doodles';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Pea NJH Whimsy';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #632523;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Adobe Caslon Pro', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;--Alexa Rae Fellmeth&amp;nbsp;8 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #632523;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-9189840930263689784?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/9189840930263689784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=9189840930263689784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/9189840930263689784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/9189840930263689784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-saw-spider-but-i-decided-to-say-hi-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-8958517960327056020</id><published>2011-06-06T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T13:42:38.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Girl</title><content type='html'>It is Alexa's first official day of Summer break. &amp;nbsp;I can't believe she is going to be in 3rd grade next year. &amp;nbsp;Holy crap. &amp;nbsp;Where the heck has time gone? &amp;nbsp;It seems that yesterday she was just a tiny baby learning how to walk and talk, and now here she is an 8 year old that I can't seem to keep quiet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I have always been a little bit crazy about what Alexa wears each day. &amp;nbsp;She is 8 years old and I am still picking out her clothes to wear every morning. &amp;nbsp;However, I have decided that she is getting old enough that I am going to start to teach her to be a little more independent.....starting with her picking out her own clothes each day. &amp;nbsp;Today, I left her outfit entirely up to her. &amp;nbsp;She was able to get up and get dressed and fix her hair all on her own. When I saw what she chose to wear, I about died. &amp;nbsp;She is so stinking funny. &amp;nbsp;She has such a funny little personality. &amp;nbsp;I can't decide is she was going for a diva or gangsta look. &amp;nbsp;What a silly little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z433/LindsayFellmeth/004-1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z433/LindsayFellmeth/004-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, it wasn't what I would have picked out for her to wear, but it sure is fun to see her little personality shine through in this simple decision she made. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to see what other outfits she choses to wear in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-8958517960327056020?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/8958517960327056020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=8958517960327056020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/8958517960327056020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/8958517960327056020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2011/06/silly-girl.html' title='Silly Girl'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-8172923058474165888</id><published>2011-05-30T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T21:27:48.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Cuddles</title><content type='html'>Last night we moved the mattress into the living room for a family cuddle and movie night. One of the great things about living in a zoo is that there is NEVER a shortage of people or animals to cuddle with. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1189.photobucket.com/albums/z433/LindsayFellmeth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=053-1-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z433/LindsayFellmeth/053-1-1.jpg" width="350" /&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/8844421121907118364-8172923058474165888?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/8172923058474165888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=8172923058474165888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/8172923058474165888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/8172923058474165888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2011/05/family-cuddles.html' title='Family Cuddles'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-1874652086652988592</id><published>2009-01-05T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:28:07.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know that everyone (Especially Jenny) loves reading about what I was thankful for in November of 2007 over...and over...and over again, but I think it is time that I move on from that post and get crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it has been so long since I have updated everyone, I am going to do a top 10 list of things that we have been up to this last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We finally broke down and put ourselves into years of debt with a house. Yes, it's true. We bought a house. It has been so much fun. Although, we have recently gained a new respect for landlords and their ability to get plumbing problems fixed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Alexa started Kindergarten. I can't believe she is getting this big. Her teacher's name is Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Valenzuela&lt;/span&gt;. Alexa is getting smarter by the day, and will be reading in no time. VERY SCARY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We temporarily lost our sanity and purchased two dog. Brigg was our fist little buddy. He is a German Sheppard/Min Pin mix. And our Second dog Bacchus who we added to the family about a month after Brigg is a Chocolate lab/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mastiff&lt;/span&gt; mix. They are sweet, but sometimes I feel like we live in a zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Walter decided it was time to try and end his life with a block saw. :) He was at work when the saw he was using jumped on him. He accidentally Slit his arm and had to get it stitched up. It was pretty gruesome, and I am lucky to still have him. He has been working hard at physical therapy and should have most of his range of motion back in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Alexa lost her first tooth. It was loose for quite a while, and she WOULD NOT let anyone touch it. One day we were talking about the tooth fairy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt;. She said " I think she is going to bring me a doll house or a bike" When I said that usually the tooth fairy brings money she said "I am pretty sure she knows that I don't want that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We bought our project jeep. It is a 1974 Mail jeep that needs a lot of work. We have had a dream for quite a while to work on a jeep together and completely re-build it. It is probably not going to be done for 10 years, but we have it none the less. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Walter and I had our TWO YEAR anniversary. I know that doesn't sound like a lot, but if you were married to Walter, you would know!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; just kidding. But I really can't believe that it has already been two years. Next week we will be having our 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary. Time goes by too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We hit a record this year. Least amount of time spend down south with family. It has been really hard to get down south this year. I think I have been home a total of 3 times this entire year. It has been really hard for us, but hopefully we will be able to make it up in 2009 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. This Christmas Alexa had her first holiday program for school. She was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt; that she pretended to pee her pants minutes before she was supposed to go on stage. I had to take her into the bathroom and talk her into going out there. It was very sweet. Once she got on stage she felt much better. She did very well and I could tell she was proud of herself when she was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last but not least, This last year, I managed to update my blog....not even once......I think that is some kind of a record, maybe I should get a prise for this!!! And Kudos to Jen for not letting me live it down that I had not updated since November of 2007 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all and can't wait to blog with you this year :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-1874652086652988592?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/1874652086652988592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=1874652086652988592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/1874652086652988592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/1874652086652988592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-i-am-updating-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-3843592429646040803</id><published>2007-11-17T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:41:00.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Since it is thanksgiving, and we are supposed to be thinking about what we are thankful for, I thought I would post a list of the things in my life that I am most thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My cute little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My support system. who knows where I would be if I didn't have the people in my life that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Mine and my family's health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The small pleasures in life like chocolate, movies, games, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Lazy weekends hanging out with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My awesome husband who is cleaning the house while I lay on my bum to wright this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Alexa's laugh. There is no better sound in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My mom and dad, they are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My in-laws. Who would have thought that another family would ever be willing to take a crazy girl like me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My sisters, they are great role models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Everything in my life. I love my life. I could not have asked for a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is such a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt;. It is so easy to get frustrated and angry with life sometimes. It is good to have an excuse to look at the things that you have and are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-3843592429646040803?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/3843592429646040803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=3843592429646040803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/3843592429646040803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/3843592429646040803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-9035198513450249129</id><published>2007-11-02T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T17:03:04.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 200px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-04.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=216172782126615300&amp;amp;site=widget-04.slide.com"&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;ad=0&amp;amp;id=216172782126615300&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-04.slide.com/p1/216172782126615300/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=216172782126615300&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-04.slide.com/p2/216172782126615300/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" 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/8844421121907118364-9035198513450249129?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/9035198513450249129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=9035198513450249129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/9035198513450249129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/9035198513450249129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-1594718812051699320</id><published>2007-10-12T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T09:50:19.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll miss you Alexa Rae!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/Rw-kn-l_WTI/AAAAAAAAADM/N8F46Ki4kcM/s1600-h/lex+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120492308067735858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/Rw-kn-l_WTI/AAAAAAAAADM/N8F46Ki4kcM/s200/lex+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well everyone, today is my last day as a stay at home mom. Monday I officially start work and Alexa starts going to pre-school. I am having a really hard time closing this door to my life. I have loved staying home and being with Alexa so much. I am going to miss it a lot more than I realized at first. I have found myself getting quite emotional today when I really think about all the times I am going to miss. I have spent almost every minute of the last two years with my beautiful girl, and I don't know if I will even know how to spend a day without her right by my side asking questions about everything and driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to end this with a little tribute to my baby girl by listing my favorite things about her. these are the things I am going to miss the most during the days when I am not with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Waking up to her whispering my name and tapping me on the shoulder.(so annoying, but I love it so much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Watching kid shows and cuddling every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That beautiful smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Her many questions about everything she sees. It is so awesome to watch her look at the world and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Reading the Ice Cream felt board story. She loves it because when we finish we always see who can "eat" the most ice cream. She always wins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Her uncontrollable gut roll laugh. I haven't realized it until now, but I live for that laugh every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; As much as it drives me crazy, I am going to miss her changing every five minutes into a different princess dress. I love the way she walks up the stairs every time and says "how do I look? aren't I pretty?" I just hope she realizes how very right she is when she says that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Her annoying sense of humor. She thinks she is so funny. If I say "clean up your room please." she will say "your face is my room" I am pretty sure that she is the only one who finds this funny, but that is what makes it so dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She has such a sweet spirit. She can't even find Americas Funniest Home Video's funny because she feels so bad for the people that get hurt. I love that about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I think right now, the thing I love about her the most, is that when we told her that we were going to look at places for her to go play during the day while I went to work, she got a really sad look on her face and said "I am going to miss you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only she knew how much I was going to miss her. I love you Lex! Your an amazing girl and I have been so lucky to be able to spend so much time with you that last couple of years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-1594718812051699320?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/1594718812051699320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=1594718812051699320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/1594718812051699320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/1594718812051699320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/10/ill-miss-you-alexa.html' title='I&apos;ll miss you Alexa Rae!!!'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/Rw-kn-l_WTI/AAAAAAAAADM/N8F46Ki4kcM/s72-c/lex+4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-3684604156162320997</id><published>2007-09-27T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:26:49.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard Simmons Walks it Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/J6724wPMhsE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/J6724wPMhsE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found the BEST workout video. For those of you that really want to tone it up, go ahead and use this workout. Richard Simmons is a miracle worker. hahahahaha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-3684604156162320997?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/3684604156162320997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=3684604156162320997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/3684604156162320997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/3684604156162320997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/09/richard-simmons-walks-it-out_27.html' title='Richard Simmons Walks it Out'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-7625382031630540535</id><published>2007-09-10T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T19:05:49.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Dreams*</title><content type='html'>Alexa has been talking about what she wants to be when she grows up lately. The other day we were talking about it and she said "When I grow up, I am going to be a Teacher, an Astronaut, a Basketball Player, a Doctor and a Firefighter." It is heart warming to see my little girl embracing this whole world that she has at her fingertips. It makes me feel a little stupid that I am 22 years old and I can't find anything I really want to do "when I grow up" and my little four year old already has such an amazing list of dreams that she can't chose just one. One of my favorite things about being a parent, is watching Alexa look at the world and ask questions. she really does have the whole world right at her finger tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I would learn so much from my daughter. I am pretty sure that I have learned more from her, than she has learned from me throughout the years. It is so inspiring to see the way she embraces the world. Hopefully she never loses these ambitions and dreams like I seem to have done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-7625382031630540535?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/7625382031630540535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=7625382031630540535' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/7625382031630540535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/7625382031630540535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/09/alexa-has-been-talking-about-what-she.html' title='*Dreams*'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-6075306668174377025</id><published>2007-06-12T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:49:06.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with the cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 200px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-93.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;channel=216172782123407507&amp;amp;site=widget-93.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=0&amp;amp;sk=27&amp;amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782123407507&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-93.slide.com/p1/216172782123407507/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tt=0&amp;sk=27&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782123407507&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-93.slide.com/p2/216172782123407507/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Living in Salt Lake is sometimes frustrating because we are so far away from most of our family. However, it makes it so much more fun when we do have the chance to see family. Alexa and I were lucky enough to be able to spend the day with Kim and her kids today. It was a lot of fun. It is nice to have some friends for Alexa to play with every once in a while. And I love any chance I get to hang out with my sisters. As the youngest girl in the family, I feel like I don't have as close of a relationship with my sisters as I should. I love when I get the chance to hang out and help build that relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We met at the Gateway Mall and Kim took us to see the movie Surfs Up. it was a very cute movie. We spent most of the time at the water fountains, where the kids had a blast running through the water. It was such a fun day for us. It is days like this, that make me realize how much I miss our family's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-6075306668174377025?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/6075306668174377025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=6075306668174377025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/6075306668174377025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/6075306668174377025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/06/fun-with-cousins.html' title='Fun with the cousins'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-6446939019311055987</id><published>2007-05-31T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:08:05.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Cuddle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/Rl8OLzXzXoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lSt3fO-8gCk/s1600-h/052607_09491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/Rl8OLzXzXoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lSt3fO-8gCk/s320/052607_09491.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070787301373861506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture the other day, and I just had to share it. What a lazy little family we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-6446939019311055987?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/6446939019311055987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=6446939019311055987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/6446939019311055987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/6446939019311055987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/05/family-cuddle.html' title='Family Cuddle!'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/Rl8OLzXzXoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lSt3fO-8gCk/s72-c/052607_09491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-675309811246607686</id><published>2007-05-22T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T14:48:39.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids....can't live with 'em....can't live without 'em</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/RlNkfZG5SZI/AAAAAAAAACs/dYnZ51V8tB0/s1600-h/050807_09282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/RlNkfZG5SZI/AAAAAAAAACs/dYnZ51V8tB0/s200/050807_09282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067504496200468882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya know when you don't know how bad you need someone or something in your life until it is gone?! well, I am experiencing that right now. Alexa has gone to Monticello for a couple of days, and we miss her so bad. things are just not the same here without her. At first we thought it was going to be a nice little vacation, but things are just too quiet and lonely without our little girl. She comes home tomorrow, and I can not wait to see her, and get back into our crazy, and loud lifestyle again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-675309811246607686?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/675309811246607686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=675309811246607686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/675309811246607686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/675309811246607686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/05/kidscant-live-with-emcant-live-without.html' title='Kids....can&apos;t live with &apos;em....can&apos;t live without &apos;em'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/RlNkfZG5SZI/AAAAAAAAACs/dYnZ51V8tB0/s72-c/050807_09282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-2498751048654924723</id><published>2007-05-14T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T13:53:02.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/RkjHpJg_gHI/AAAAAAAAABk/V4DjM74aieI/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/RkjHpJg_gHI/AAAAAAAAABk/V4DjM74aieI/s200/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064517290720985202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say Happy Mothers Day to everyone! I hope all of you mothers have an amazing day! I especially want to tell my mom and mother-in-law how much I love and appreciate them. You guys are amazing. I have the best moms in the world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, your my best friend. I wish I would have realized what an amazing woman you were earlier, and built a relationship sooner, but I am so excited to have such a good relationship with you now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody, you are an amazing person! I can't wait to get to know you better and build a good relationship with you throughout the years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both! Happy Mothers Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-2498751048654924723?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/2498751048654924723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=2498751048654924723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/2498751048654924723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/2498751048654924723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/RkjHpJg_gHI/AAAAAAAAABk/V4DjM74aieI/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-7058945459229678174</id><published>2007-05-04T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T15:50:15.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy the Fat Hairy Dingle Berry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/Rj0JxZg_gGI/AAAAAAAAABc/TzVj7qOIOmM/s1600-h/050407_17052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/Rj0JxZg_gGI/AAAAAAAAABc/TzVj7qOIOmM/s200/050407_17052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061212300501811298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have added a new addition to our family. Her name is Fairy the Fat Hairy Dingle Berry, or Fairy for short. We rescued her from the Humane Society, she is two years old and such a good cat. She has the most amazing eyes. one is blue and the other is a Hazel/green color, and she is pure white. She is VERY cuddly and also pretty playful. Almost immediately when we brought her home, she started purring, and has not stopped since, and she doesn't have a tiny purr, it is the loudest purr I have ever heard! :) The previous owner named her fairy but she is really hairy and she is the fattest cat we have ever seen she also had dingle berries when we got her, so the name Fairy the Fat Hairy Dingle Berry seemed fitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-7058945459229678174?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/7058945459229678174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=7058945459229678174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/7058945459229678174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/7058945459229678174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/05/fairy-fat-furry-dingleberry.html' title='Fairy the Fat Hairy Dingle Berry'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/Rj0JxZg_gGI/AAAAAAAAABc/TzVj7qOIOmM/s72-c/050407_17052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-2567499097380601938</id><published>2007-04-17T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T14:18:21.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, The Joys Of Being A Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 200px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-9c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=216172782120362652&amp;amp;site=widget-9c.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=1&amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782120362652&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9c.slide.com/p1/216172782120362652/bb_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;amp;tt=1&amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782120362652&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9c.slide.com/p2/216172782120362652/bb_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Alexa's Favorite things to do is swing at the park. She would swing until she was sick if I was willing to push her that long. When I see her swing, it reminds me of being a kid again. How nice it would be to be so easily entertained again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-2567499097380601938?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/2567499097380601938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=2567499097380601938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/2567499097380601938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/2567499097380601938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-joys-of-being-kid.html' title='Oh, The Joys Of Being A Kid'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-8587895627125316518</id><published>2007-04-16T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T12:07:17.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/RiPDg5gb6CI/AAAAAAAAAA8/s3psRkVW6qM/s1600-h/smelling+flowers+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054098176799926306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/RiPDg5gb6CI/AAAAAAAAAA8/s3psRkVW6qM/s200/smelling+flowers+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite season is finally here. Spring is such a fun season. The weather, the smells, the birds, I just love everything about it. Alexa, Walter, and I have been spending a lot of time enjoying the nice weather. Doing things like playing catch, swimming, going to the park etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma Kathy and Grandpa Winston came up to Salt Lake with Grandma Zentner and Aunt Mary on Easter weekend. We all went to the Red Butte Garden, it felt so good to get out and enjoy the beautiful flowers and plants. Alexa really enjoyed smelling the "pretty flowers" whenever she got the chance. We also set up Alexa's pool for the first time this season. she had a blast playing in it and I can't wait until be have the opportunity to set it up again. Unfortunately, Walter and I have not been able to set up the "white trash hot-tub" yet, but hopefully soon. for those of you who don't know just how cool we are, the white trash hot-tub it Alexa's pool blown up but we connect the hose to the washer and fill the pool up with hot water. it is really fun. I am pretty sure our neighbors think we are crazy, but no, they are wrong, we are cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhoo, I am really looking forward to the fun things we are going to do this Spring and Summer. I am going to make it a goal to do things this year like hiking, camping, fishing, maybe even tubing down Provo river etc. Last weekend, Walter, Alexa, and I decided to go for a drive on the upper East end of the valley to look at the big houses, and we ended up venturing through a canyon that neither of us have been to. It had lots of different hiking trails and camping sites and picnic areas. we drove through the canyon for a ways and looked at a couple of hiking trails, I hope we can maybe check a few of them out this year. Both Walter and I have been itching to start up some hiking with our dad's and since we don't have the convenience of them being close, we are going to have to go at it alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I hope that everyone is enjoying their Spring weather as much as we are. Love ya lots and hope we see ya'll soon. &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/8844421121907118364-8587895627125316518?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/8587895627125316518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=8587895627125316518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/8587895627125316518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/8587895627125316518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/04/yay-for-spring.html' title='Yay for Spring!'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/RiPDg5gb6CI/AAAAAAAAAA8/s3psRkVW6qM/s72-c/smelling+flowers+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-6567474400171894235</id><published>2007-04-10T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T16:27:28.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for a prayer.</title><content type='html'>The wife and I were sitting on the couch next to alexa. I was buried in the computer and Lindsay was reading a book when Alexa got our attention and informed us that she wanted to say a prayer. It seemed a random request but we took to the time to listen to her. It went something like this. "Jesus, in the house of God, sanks for the wonderful marriage and that I can be a mom. Amen." Quite an inspired prayer. I am as thankful for my wonderful marriage as Alexa is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-6567474400171894235?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/6567474400171894235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=6567474400171894235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/6567474400171894235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/6567474400171894235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-time-for-prayer.html' title='It&apos;s time for a prayer.'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-7506990425189767300</id><published>2007-04-08T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T19:22:40.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!!</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a great easter! we love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-7506990425189767300?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/7506990425189767300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=7506990425189767300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/7506990425189767300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/7506990425189767300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter-everyone.html' title='HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!!'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-3230378064328050742</id><published>2007-04-05T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T12:50:52.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mom's got to brag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, so I know that I brag about how cute Alexa is ALL THE TIME, but I just cant help it! She is always saying and doing the cutest dang things. How could a mother not want to brag about something that cute?! :) Well, last night she said the worlds cutest thing and I just have to share it. so here goes..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I ALWAYS say bless you when Alexa sneezes, and I guess last night she sneezed and I didn't hear her so obviously I didn't say bless you. Well, she got this sort of mad/frustrated look on her face, turned to me and said "MOM, I BLESSED!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was so cute I thought I was going to cry. Maybe it's just because I am her mom, but wow, I thought it was sweet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-3230378064328050742?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/3230378064328050742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=3230378064328050742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/3230378064328050742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/3230378064328050742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/04/moms-got-to-brag.html' title='A mom&apos;s got to brag!'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-633643381014910804</id><published>2007-04-02T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T14:15:27.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Alexa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/RhFShUagsQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gU78w_k0rrU/s1600-h/Alexa+the+Bride+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048907389628100866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/RhFShUagsQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gU78w_k0rrU/s200/Alexa+the+Bride+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My baby is turning 4 years old tomorrow! I cant believe that she is already that old. it couldn't have been that long since I first saw my beautiful little girl. I never thought I would have a 4 year old. When she was a baby, every one kept telling me to enjoy it while it lasts because they grow up fast, and I still never really believed that it would happen this fast. time has flown by and somewhere along the way I lost my little baby to a gorgeous four year old girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;We celebrated Alexa's birthday on Saturday at the park. it was such a fun party. Alexa dressed up like a princess. We curled her hair and put makeup on her. She looked SO gorgeouse. She was very proud of herself and was even shaking her bum when she walked. She is the biggest girly girl I have ever met! she loves anything as long as it is pink and glittery! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Alexa is an amazing girl. She has been my little angel since the second she was born and will continue to be my angel forever. These first four years were so much fun and I cant wait to see her grow in the next four years (although, I hope time does slow down a little bit more these next few years so I can have my little girl a while longer!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALEXA, WE LOVE YOU!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&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/8844421121907118364-633643381014910804?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/633643381014910804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=633643381014910804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/633643381014910804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/633643381014910804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-alexa.html' title='Happy Birthday Alexa!!!'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5dSugJt0qI/RhFShUagsQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gU78w_k0rrU/s72-c/Alexa+the+Bride+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-6024277891751557213</id><published>2007-03-30T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T16:20:24.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Quite a Hundred things about Walter</title><content type='html'>1. I have a tendency to over think things so this took me a long time to finish.&lt;br /&gt;2. I procrastinate so this took me a really long time to finish.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love my wife.&lt;br /&gt;4. It makes me happy to think that I am married.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love my daughter Alexa Rae.&lt;br /&gt;6. It is still odd to me that I have a "mini-me" running around.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love my mom, dad, and siblings.&lt;br /&gt;8. I love my extended family.&lt;br /&gt;9. My in-laws rock and I love them too.&lt;br /&gt;10. I think I have a good sense of humor but feel stupid when I say something "funny" and get blank stares.&lt;br /&gt;11. I like fast cars.&lt;br /&gt;12. If I had limitless funds I would be a garage hermit building cars with excessive amounts of sweet sweet American v-8 horse power.&lt;br /&gt;13. My favorite smell is "Motorparts" in Monticello or myself after I have been turning wrenches on something for a couple hours.&lt;br /&gt;14. My favorite sound is a turbo spinning up or a car with an nice exhaust.&lt;br /&gt;15. I love watching Jazz games and think that may lead to some heartache down the road.&lt;br /&gt;16. I try very hard to remain outwardly confident and cool, but inside I am a rollercoaster a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;17. I am most happy when Lindsay and Alexa are happy.&lt;br /&gt;18. I am very stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;19. I like my job and think that there are some good advancement opportunities there.&lt;br /&gt;20. I got "Country Boy" tattooed on my back for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;21. My other tattoo was a "just because" tattoo and it doesn’t represent anything in particular. It just serves as a reminder of a certain portion of my life.&lt;br /&gt;22. I have alcoholism even though I don’t see it as a disease and it can be controlled.&lt;br /&gt;23. I smoked cigarettes on and off for a few years&lt;br /&gt;24. No matter how long I go without alcohol or nicotine cravings still crop up.&lt;br /&gt;25. I have personally flown a Cesna 152 single prop airplane but never have been on a commercial jet.&lt;br /&gt;26. I have bursitis in my shoulder. I think is stems from when I threw my arm out playing baseball.&lt;br /&gt;27. I loved playing football in high school and wished I had the opportunity to play again.&lt;br /&gt;28. I am currently training for a 5k.&lt;br /&gt;29. I am glad that I have a huge family but I wish I could get to know my younger brother and sisters better.&lt;br /&gt;30. There is roughly only a year difference between my youngest sister and my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;31. I hope to be able to participate in my dad’s new found hobby more and go on some long hikes.&lt;br /&gt;32. I don’t have a favorite movie. I do on the other hand have a favorite saga(s). What is "Lord of the Rings" and "Star Wars".&lt;br /&gt;33. I love playing board and card games with my wife.&lt;br /&gt;34. I hate losing.&lt;br /&gt;35. If Lindsay beats me three consecutive times at a game, I banish it into the realm of oblivion(refer to the movie "Willow") and it is no longer played.&lt;br /&gt;36. I can’t think of anything that I have done in my life to deserve my wife and child.&lt;br /&gt;37. August 12th of 2006 was the happiest day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;38. I love running on my treadmill until I am soaked with sweat.&lt;br /&gt;39. I have a terrible temper.&lt;br /&gt;40. I have a unique laugh that makes people smile. (My brother in law Worthy’s is way better)&lt;br /&gt;41. Favorite color is green.&lt;br /&gt;42. Jim Carey and Michael Richards (on Seinfeld not stand up)are my comedy icons.&lt;br /&gt;43. I am glad Saddam Hussein is no longer in existence but don’t think we should be in Iraq anymore.&lt;br /&gt;44. I like George Bush and I think it is because he is too stubborn like me.&lt;br /&gt;45. I love reminiscing about old movies, music, and memories with my older siblings. E.g. Follow that Bird and Ewok Adventure&lt;br /&gt;46. If I happen to embarrass myself in public. (Tripping) I would rather laugh out loud at myself than act embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;47. I enjoy the heat more than the cold.&lt;br /&gt;48. Summer is my favorite season.&lt;br /&gt;49. I have never caused a car accident but I did roll my dad’s Ford van on graduation night for a thrill.&lt;br /&gt;50. I have a 51 inch t.v. but don’t carry a cable or satellite subscription.&lt;br /&gt;51. I love gadgets and gizmo’s&lt;br /&gt;52. I like cooking.&lt;br /&gt;53. I can’t cook in a dirty kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;54. I like all types of music from classical piano, to spanish guitar, to heavy metal, to country.&lt;br /&gt;55. I hate rap and R&amp;amp;B.&lt;br /&gt;56. I like being in shape.&lt;br /&gt;57. I’ll never be in good enough shape.&lt;br /&gt;58. I’m too competitive.&lt;br /&gt;59. I am generous to a fault sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;60. I am selectively cheap. It takes me forever to shop for bargains at the grocery store or picking the right pair of work boots but I have no problem eating out for 65 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;61. My favorite meal would be home made burgers and potato salad with my mom’s baked beans. Mmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;62. I like eating baked beans for the after effect. Haha&lt;br /&gt;63. I don’t think fart is a bad word. Farting can be very entertaining in the right times and places.&lt;br /&gt;64. My wife can out fart and out burp me. I feel like less of a man. I need more practice&lt;br /&gt;65. I love to go see the Mormon Tabernacle Choir live. World renowned choir at my doorstep. Oh so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;66. My child is the most well behaved kid that I have ever met. I don’t think it has much to do with her parents.&lt;br /&gt;67. Alexa has the prettiest hair I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;68. I worry about being able to provide for my family financially. It is my biggest fear.&lt;br /&gt;69. Lindsay does her best to make me feel good about my efforts.&lt;br /&gt;70. Senseless violence in movies makes me nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;71. I can’t sit idle for a full weekend without getting stir crazy.&lt;br /&gt;72. Guitar hero is the greatest game ever.&lt;br /&gt;73. I want to learn Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;74. I want to learn how to play the piano or guitar.&lt;br /&gt;75. I want to live my Grandma and Grandpa Lyman’s retirement lifestyle when I retire.&lt;br /&gt;76. My father in law doesn't agree with that lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;77. I don’t like being annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;78. This list is beginning to annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;79. I’ll call it "79 things about me". Hope you enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-6024277891751557213?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/6024277891751557213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=6024277891751557213' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/6024277891751557213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/6024277891751557213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-quite-hundred-things-about-walter.html' title='Not Quite a Hundred things about Walter'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-8519904017534912815</id><published>2007-03-28T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T11:23:56.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Next American Idol</title><content type='html'>Our Family watches American Idol every week, and we have really gotten into it. Last night we were watching it and everytime someone was singing on the show, Alexa would dance around and make up her own words to the song. it was so hilarious. She was dressed in her Cinderella dress with her boa on and her crown and she was so proud of herself. She loves to sing and has NO idea how off tune she is. After one of her "performances" she turned to Walter and I and said "I want to be on American Idol! when I get older, I am going to go to American Idol and I am going to wear my dress and my crown and I am going to be so pretty" I couldnt controll myself from laughing, she is so funny. I can just picture her on American Idol and unfortunately I have a feeling that she would end up bieng one of the ones on the bloopers part! I guess if that is her dream we should start her in some seriouse voice lessons! :) Who knows, maybe she will be America's next American Idol (and of course America's best dressed American Idol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-8519904017534912815?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/8519904017534912815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=8519904017534912815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/8519904017534912815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/8519904017534912815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/03/americas-next-american-idol.html' title='America&apos;s Next American Idol'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-3111903804237676327</id><published>2007-03-21T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T09:14:16.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This weekend Alexa and I went to Blanding. It is so nice to be home and hang out with everyone. sometimes I feel isolated up here so far away from my family.&lt;br /&gt;Alexa had a blast, she loves to play with her cousins. It's nice for her to be able to have friends to play with every once in a while. I'm pretty sure that Alexa's favorite thing about hanging out with Little Worthy, is that they are both VERY good at bieng loud. she enjoys having someone she can run around with and scream with. Katie bug continues to amaze me at how good she is at reading, she was Alexa's personal story reader for a while, and when we left their house that night, she said "mom, can kate read me my bed time story?" I love that she has cousins to play with and look up to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-3111903804237676327?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/3111903804237676327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=3111903804237676327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/3111903804237676327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/3111903804237676327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/03/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-5214524632350413155</id><published>2007-03-12T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T13:42:34.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Ball Of Personality</title><content type='html'>The weather has been so nice here this weekend, it is finally starting to feel like spring. It was such a nice day on Sunday, that we decided to take Alexa to the Zoo. She had a blast. She was bieng hilariouse because almost every animal we stopped at she would ask "where is it's mom and dad?" she was very concerned for the animals because none of them had a mom or dad with them. Finally, towards the end of the trip, she decided that if they did not have a mom or dad, then they must all be in love. We were looking at the rhinoceros' and she turns to me and says "mom, are they in love? I bet they kiss all the time!" It continues to amaze me how much personality she has for being such a little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-5214524632350413155?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/5214524632350413155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=5214524632350413155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/5214524632350413155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/5214524632350413155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/03/weather-has-been-so-nice-here-this.html' title='Our Little Ball Of Personality'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-6507149564386213039</id><published>2007-03-08T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T16:11:07.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things about Lindsay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess since I copied everyone else with blogging, I might as well copy you on this as well!! I have had so much fun reading everybody's list and I hope that my list is just as entertaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. I have never been able to decide if blue,purple or pink is my favorite color! it changes almost daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. My favorite thing in the world is the sky. it's beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. I miss being able to see more than five stars a night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. I think I have way more fears than a normal person should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5. I am terrified of death and worry about it at least once a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6. My biggest fear is being alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7. I am scared of people judging me and think about it everywhere I go, just walking into a store is sometimes difficult for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8. The thought of my parents getting old is terrifying to me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9. if there is one thing in the world I could change about my past, it would be to have had a better relationship with my parents when I was younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10. I love to read and usually when I start a book, cant put it down until it is done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;11. I love to scrapbook, it is a form of therapy for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;12. I cant imagine loving anyone more than I love my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;13. I will always be convinced that Alexa is her mom and dads little angel, we were both stubborn and stupid enough that I don't think we would have ever settled down if it were not for her coming into our lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am extremely glad that I never gave up the chase for Walter and finally broke him down! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;15. I don't know where I would be if it were not for my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;16. My best friend is my mom, I am glad that I have finally grown up enough to have a good relationship with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;17. My sisters have always been my role models and I will always look up to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;18. I wish I would have gone hiking with my dad more when I was younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;19. I look forward to going on more hikes with him now that I am older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;20. I am constantly worried about my weight, but am most of the time too lazy to do anything about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;21. I love food way more than I should!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;22. My favorite tv show is the office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;23. there is no way I could ever choose a favorite movie, it depends way too much on my mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;24. I love snowy days when I have nothing to do but curl up on the couch with Walter, cuddle, and watch a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;25. I hate snowy days when I have somewhere I have to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;26. spring time is my favorite time of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;27. I love waking up to the sound of birds chirping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;28. I have always and will always struggle with depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;29. The sound of people chewing drives me crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;30. It scares me when people are angry or up tight because I always assume it has something to do with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;31. I hate winning games because I feel bad for the person who loses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;32. I am the biggest cat lover I have ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;33. I cant throw anything away! I have tons of boxes of letters, emails, even notes from 7th grade and up! I keep everything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;34. I have O.C.D. when it comes to organization! my pictures and letters have to be organized perfectly or it drives me crazy! I hate when things are out of place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;35. I am always comparing myself to other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;36. sometimes I feel like I am not good enough for Walter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;37. I am glad he doesn't feel the same way :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;38. I hate stupid drivers and road rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;39. I sometimes worry that Walter and I will never get to experience the joy of having a baby "together." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;40. I love pictures and picture frames! (if you cant tell by coming to my house!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;41. I love decorating my house, and cant wait to have my very own house to decorate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;42. I love the smell of the earth after it rains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;43. I love the smell of cookies cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;44. I worry that I am not a good enough mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;45. I fear that Alexa will make the same bad choices that I did when I was growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;46. I have a hard time trusting people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;47. oh my gosh, on my favorite t.v. shows, I forgot to put friends!!!! I could watch my friends dvd's all day every day, if my husband would let me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;48. my favorite emotion is laughter through tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;49. I love to release my stress by crying because I feel so much better when I am done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;50. I am scared of public bathrooms and i think I may have passed my fear on to my little girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;51. I love shopping WAY too much! it is therapeutic to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;52. nothing makes me feel worse, than seeing a homeless person and not being able to help them! it breaks my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;53. one of the things that made me fall in love with Walter was when he gave a homeless man a 20 dollar bill for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;54. I love when Alexa draws pictures for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;55. My new addiction is Guitar Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;56. I hate when people ask me about beauty school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;57. I love being a dork &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;58. one of my favorite things to do is have ugly contests with Walter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;59. I love that Alexa is silly like her mom and dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;60. It is very hard for me to sleep if Walter is not right next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;61. I love to wear comfy clothes way too much. I am constantly in my comfy clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;62. I love when Alexa calls me mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;63. It's hard for me to show people my emotions, even when they are close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;64. I wish I was better at cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;65. I hate my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;66. I hate my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;67. I wish I would have learned to play the piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;68. I like being at the Fellmeth's when they play the piano, there is something comforting about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;69. I wish I wasn't shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;70. I wish I would have had a better relationship with grandma and grandpa Hurst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;71. I want to have a better relationship with grandma Zentner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;72. I love that Walter is home by 5:00 every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;73. I love having a clean house, but hate cleaning it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;74. I love music, and my favorite artists change all the time, but right now, my favorite singer is Nelly Furtado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;75. It makes me feel stupid when I run into people who knew me in high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;76. I would be lying if I said I didn't need therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;77. I will never take therapy because I hate opening up to people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;78. I love the sound of boots banging on the sidewalk because it means that Walter's home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;79. I am very insecure, and I rely on other people to make me feel secure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;80. my favorite type of food is Indian food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;81. I wish I was more patient with Alexa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;82. I don't know how to be more patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;83. I love to have bubble baths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;84. I love to go on trips and stay in a motel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;85. I wish I lived closer to my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;86. I have a nervous habit of biting my cuticles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;87. I wish I had my long hair back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;88. I don't like really hot summer days, I would way rather be cuddled in a blanket on a cold day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;89. I enjoy tanning in the grass on a spring day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;90. I wish I had Walter's motivation to exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;91. it kind of freaks me out when I go to Blanding and I don"t recognize anybody. it makes me feel older than I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;92. I am scared to get old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;93. I cant wait to be retired and driving around the country, or camping and playing in San Juan county with my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;94. I want a little boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;95. I am afraid that my stupidity made it hard for me to ever have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;96. I hate to exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;97. I love the way I feel after I exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;98. I am lucky to have such an amazing support system (even though I never deserved it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;99. I would not be where I am today if I didn't have that support system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;100. this list was way harder to do than I ever thought it would be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-6507149564386213039?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/6507149564386213039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=6507149564386213039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/6507149564386213039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/6507149564386213039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/03/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 things about Lindsay'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844421121907118364.post-8989086115827482220</id><published>2007-03-08T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T11:12:34.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag along</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     I have always been the youngest in the family and the last to do everything. I guess blogging is no exception. Once again, I am tagging along and copying the rest of my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     I am excited to get this going. it is so much fun to read everyones blogs and see what is going on with them, so I decided that I needed to start one as well! Although I have to admit that I was influenced greatly by my mother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I look forward to blogging with ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844421121907118364-8989086115827482220?l=fellmeths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/feeds/8989086115827482220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844421121907118364&amp;postID=8989086115827482220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/8989086115827482220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844421121907118364/posts/default/8989086115827482220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellmeths.blogspot.com/2007/03/tag-along.html' title='Tag along'/><author><name>Linds and Walt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
