<?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-8638468481936603796</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:23:27.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with the Myers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-6933412155602305247</id><published>2010-09-16T08:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T08:16:05.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me 4 days Overdue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/TJImAAfb0mI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gIsmRb33qPk/s1600/IMG_0085%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/TJImAAfb0mI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gIsmRb33qPk/s320/IMG_0085%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517514275055981154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-6933412155602305247?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/6933412155602305247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=6933412155602305247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/6933412155602305247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/6933412155602305247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2010/09/me-4-days-overdue.html' title='Me 4 days Overdue!'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/TJImAAfb0mI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gIsmRb33qPk/s72-c/IMG_0085%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-3642438642488925136</id><published>2010-05-23T23:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:41:11.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/S_oPnNwgw5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/-QrgZEAVnO8/s1600/Roxberry-Juice-Co_.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 61px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/S_oPnNwgw5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/-QrgZEAVnO8/s200/Roxberry-Juice-Co_.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474705463404708754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roxberry's Ocean Breeze smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nutella on anything I can think of. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/S_oQS7uclnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pw0iYJvCwzU/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/S_oQS7uclnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pw0iYJvCwzU/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474706214478452338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Anything really really sweet. I'm not talking cookies, cakes. Pop is the closest I can get to what I really want.  Which I don't know what that is. I really wish I could drink the syrup that they make popsicles with. Or even they syrup they use to make pop.  I know weird, and extremely unhealthy. Don't worry I don't give in. It only makes the craving stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-3642438642488925136?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/3642438642488925136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=3642438642488925136&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/3642438642488925136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/3642438642488925136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2010/05/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/S_oPnNwgw5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/-QrgZEAVnO8/s72-c/Roxberry-Juice-Co_.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-8328838287871243243</id><published>2010-05-13T07:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T07:59:06.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/S-wFZYxVeTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9i_-16_2cwY/s1600/jesus-baptism_Resized_250x314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/S-wFZYxVeTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9i_-16_2cwY/s320/jesus-baptism_Resized_250x314.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470753581052557618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday we had family home evening. I was telling the kids about being baptized.  I had this picture and was explaining it. While I was talking Drae was looking at the picture intently. Finally he stopped me and said, "Mom why is that guy gonna smack Jesus?" Reagan and I couldn't help laughing. I am still laughing about that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-8328838287871243243?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/8328838287871243243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=8328838287871243243&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/8328838287871243243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/8328838287871243243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2010/05/fhe.html' title='FHE'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/S-wFZYxVeTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9i_-16_2cwY/s72-c/jesus-baptism_Resized_250x314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-1897548880575886282</id><published>2010-05-06T17:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:40:46.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/S-NO_VXxJFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KhXRxocmQlM/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/S-NO_VXxJFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KhXRxocmQlM/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468301222533473362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda surprised. I don't believe women when they say they know what the sex of their baby is. Haven't you ever known anyone who knew it was a girl and it was a boy! I haven't really been set on the sex of either of my kids. I did kinda think it was a girl, but I don't believe I have any real reason to know that. Really my hormones and emotions are out of whack I definitely am not able to discern feelings of my babies sex. Anyway, It's a boy! I'm excited, but realize I would've been much more comfortable with a girl. London and I are now out numbered. I come from a household of all girls. I understand girls, and realize more now then ever I have no clue about boys. So I hope I don't screw this little guy up. The poor guys in my family. I'm clueless. &lt;br /&gt;At the same time it is a relief it's a boy too, because Drae was completely set on a boy. I tried to prepare him for disappointment. Telling him we don't get to pick, It might be a girl. He wasn't having it. His answer was always, "No more girls." What the hell I guess me and London are just about all he can handle. haha! We are kinda beastly sometimes. Anyway, his smile was as happy as it could be when we told him it was a boy. My pregnant emotions kind of took over then and I got a little teary eyed, because I was so happy for him. I realized we really are having another baby, and it's a boy. I'm looking right at him. I didn't expect so many emotions, but I felt extremely blessed. Aren't families just the greatest blessing we have. I'm so grateful for mine. Ok pregnancy emotions taking over so until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-1897548880575886282?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/1897548880575886282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=1897548880575886282&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/1897548880575886282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/1897548880575886282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-kinda-surprised.html' title=''/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/S-NO_VXxJFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KhXRxocmQlM/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-2380856910413701633</id><published>2010-04-25T17:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:58:57.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant with Twins?</title><content type='html'>Hello Blog world. I know it's been way to long. I've decided I have something to complain about and where better than my venting spot my blog. It's been so long I haven't told you I'm pregnant. 20 weeks pregnant to be exact. For those of you who have ever seen me pregnant you know that I start packing on the pounds. 30-35 lbs Ha! I've always done way better than that. With both of my children I got huge. I mean HUGE. So this time I have committed to eating better, and not do things the same. Which really isn't too hard since I have really gotten a lot healthier since London was born. However, since I have gotten pregnant I feel like my fate no matter how good I am is inevitable. Fat and Huge. I know everyone feels like that when they are pregnant, but not everyone gains like I did. &lt;br /&gt;So maybe one of the reasons I feel like this is because I have had several(5)people ask me if I'm having twins. WTH! My doctor said to me last month," you gained 5 lbs since your last appointment. (Tilts his head) I guess that's ok." SCREW YOU! Determined not to get a comment like that at this months appointment. I started exercising and watching my food even more. Let me tell you how excited I am to go to my appointment knowing I gained  8 lbs. &lt;br /&gt;My point is what the hell! I'm trying! I don't want to be fat! I just want to be the cute pregnant girl with the tiny belly, not the huge fat one! If knowing I just get big is something I'm going to have to just "realize" about myself I'm not willing. So at this point I'm on board with the 5 women who asked me if I'm having twins. I actually (deep breath) am hoping it is twins so that I have an excuse for the 7 month looking stomach I have, and the 17 lbs I've gained. I'll even settle for gestational diabetes. Do you get bigger if you have that? My doctor started asking me a ton of questions when I told him London weighed 9 lbs, and put a big note in my chart to check me for gestational diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;I have my first ultrasound on Friday. Is it weird that my doctor has never measured my stomach? I kinda think so. So wish me luck. I'll keep you all posted on the results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-2380856910413701633?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/2380856910413701633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=2380856910413701633&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/2380856910413701633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/2380856910413701633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2010/04/pregnant-with-twins.html' title='Pregnant with Twins?'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-5015470962136343622</id><published>2009-09-17T14:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:08:20.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My RooM</title><content type='html'>I wish I had my camera I would let you all take a small peak into my room. Something I try to hide from everyone. Let me explain. I never clean my room. I'll pick it up. Make the bed here and there, maybe after I wash the sheets, but my room is the last thing in my house that gets cleaned. I pretty much clean it when I can't stand it anymore. I hate that it's a mess, but every other room holds priority over it. Why? Because no one ever really sees our room.  It's just for me and Reagan. &lt;br /&gt;Julia came over yesturday and I was showing her my house, I didn't really care if Julia saw it a wreck, because she wouldn't care anyway. I said. "sorry this room never gets cleaned, but this is our room." The thing is my room has potential. I have been to Julia's house several times and she always has a clean room. Bed made and everything. Julia says she cleans her room first because if she needs "a moment" she has a place to go. I thought wow what an idea, and where the hell is my retreat? &lt;br /&gt;I know nobody really reads my blog anymore because I'm awful about posting, but if you happen to stumble across this which room in your house is at the bottom of the list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-5015470962136343622?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/5015470962136343622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=5015470962136343622&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/5015470962136343622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/5015470962136343622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-room.html' title='My RooM'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-1092723902133690563</id><published>2009-08-27T11:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:13:45.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK IT OUT!</title><content type='html'>We moved in two weeks ago. My house is still not put together. There is still a good amount of boxes that need to be unpacked. But slowly it's coming together. I need to buy a million things. Furniture and decorations, but a little at a time it's coming along.  I love my house I'm excited about all the potential it has. There are so many things I want to do, and I'm trying to stay patient, and do a little at a time. I left my camera in my sister's car, and she's in Vegas. So I would take more updated pictures and post them, but I can't so. Here is a &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/semikendall/LehiHome?authkey=Gv1sRgCOr2y43TwJiBdQ#slideshow/5357682371065430178"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to the pictures from when it was listed. Before we owned it. You'll get the idea.  Just because lots of people have been asking it's in Lehi, not Salt Lake. I love the location it's right off the freeway close to everything.  We have a pasture in the back so it's not surrounded by houses. We live on a cul de sac street so there is not a lot of traffic. It's quiet and good.  No one probably reads my blog anymore, because I'm such a slacker. Anyway for those of you that do here you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-1092723902133690563?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/1092723902133690563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=1092723902133690563&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/1092723902133690563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/1092723902133690563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-moved-in-two-weeks-ago.html' title='CHECK IT OUT!'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-1164845614026508635</id><published>2009-07-19T23:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:18:39.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I posted. And even longer since I posted any pictures. Sorry.  So here's what's going on in my life.  Reagan started work up at the University Hospital last week. Your probably thinking oh their moved. Umm no. I'm still here in Beaver. But the good news is we found a house this week.  It's so cute, and I'm way excited about it. Funny because I actually haven't seen it yet. Except online.  I found it online sent Reagan to see it while he was up there. He liked it. I loved it from the pictures, and for those of you that know Reagan he is very picky, and pays attention to the details so if he oks it I can feel good about it too. It's in Lehi,and hopefully we will be there in about 3-4 weeks. In the meantime. I'm here and he's there coming home when he can. That part really makes everything hard.  So I have to seriously go thru my house and get rid of crap and start packing.  It feels a little overwhelming, but I want to move already so I'm at least motivated, and hope the next little while goes well. I also hope closing and all that goes smooth too. I was going to post pictures, but I'm scared to until we are closed and it's offically ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-1164845614026508635?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/1164845614026508635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=1164845614026508635&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/1164845614026508635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/1164845614026508635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-2001731180303084650</id><published>2009-06-27T19:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:28:00.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Michael</title><content type='html'>This post is for anyone that Loved Michael Jackson. I love Michael Jackson. I'm sad he's gone, but happy for him that he has moved on to something better. I feel kinda gay posting about this. There's definitely bigger fans than me. None the less I am a fan. My best friend Ali put this video on her blog and I thought about putting a different video on, but decided that this one holds the most memories for me. I watched this video so many times as a kid trying to mimic his every move. I would watch An American Dream anytime it came on waiting for the last ten minutes of the show to see this performance. His music brings back so many memories for me. Walking in high heels to "The way you make me feel." Listening to Thriller and blasting it so I could scare my little sister when the guys laughs his scary laugh at the end. My sisters and I made up so many dances to Micheal's music. Kristin and I danced to "Bad" I slapped her across the face in the middle of the song just following the lyrics. I wished I could go to his Neverland Ranch sooo bad. In college he had a live concert on TV. Ali and I counted down the days till it came on, and when it finally did we were lunatics. I don't think there was anything better then. These are just some of my many memories. I wish I could've seen him perform live. I just want to listen to his music all day. I'm obsessed with the news waiting for any new info. Even though I don't really care what the autopsy shows. And I can't understand why everyone is not playing his music. Come on pay your respects. OK so with all that being said refrain from knocking on Michael in my comments. I'll be pissed and erase it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-SlWIaYkFI4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-SlWIaYkFI4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-2001731180303084650?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/2001731180303084650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=2001731180303084650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/2001731180303084650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/2001731180303084650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-michael.html' title='Goodbye Michael'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-5031049657650585722</id><published>2009-06-21T14:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:10:10.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3 year old</title><content type='html'>Yesturday was Drae's Birthday! I got up early and decorated the house with Streamers and made him breakfast. When he woke up and came out into the living room he yelled, "Is it my Birthday Mommy?" He was so excited and that made missing out on my precious sleep all worth it.  I made him a Handy Manny cake and pizza. He didn't eat either, but that didn't really surprise me. We did other "Birthday" things too. I learned something about Drae. He loves his family. Each person individually. Not just our immediate family, but his cousins and our extended family. You will often find Drae bear hugging someone or telling them he loves them "so much." It's so sweet and geniue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a couple of pictures. I seriously have the crappiest camera ever. I hate it with a passion.  So there is not that many because there is not that many that came out good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/Sj6f6DWeEFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xnUlJ2omqYs/s1600-h/100_1544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/Sj6f6DWeEFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xnUlJ2omqYs/s320/100_1544.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349889227043508306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/Sj6f5yDNUkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BDOGV8ok-ZM/s1600-h/100_1579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/Sj6f5yDNUkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BDOGV8ok-ZM/s320/100_1579.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349889222399316546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/Sj6f5vVR6GI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lkZtUyuRc8o/s1600-h/100_1567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/Sj6f5vVR6GI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lkZtUyuRc8o/s320/100_1567.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349889221669808226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-5031049657650585722?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/5031049657650585722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=5031049657650585722&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/5031049657650585722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/5031049657650585722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-3-year-old.html' title='My 3 year old'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/Sj6f6DWeEFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xnUlJ2omqYs/s72-c/100_1544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-7035576204836749304</id><published>2009-04-26T21:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:38:30.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SfUv_rYA8lI/AAAAAAAAAIM/q8hde8RBRok/s1600-h/UofU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SfUv_rYA8lI/AAAAAAAAAIM/q8hde8RBRok/s320/UofU.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329218505084564050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan got excepted to the Critical Care Internship at the University of Utah Hospital! Yeah! We are so excited and feel so blessed. This is such a great hospital, and will give Reagan lots of really good experience. I'm so grateful for all his hardwork over the last few years. Reagan really doesn't want me to put anything on my blog about this. He still has to pass his test to get licensed before he can start, and has lots more hardwork.  But I can't not say anything! We feel like we have been given such a great opportunity. It's amazing how the lord provides and creates paths throughout your life. I feel like he is making more for us than we ever could ourselves. Our blessings our overwelming! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Reagan Graduates on Saturday! Finally! Woo Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S Kaylee comes home Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-7035576204836749304?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7035576204836749304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=7035576204836749304&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/7035576204836749304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/7035576204836749304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2009/04/reagan-got-excepted-to-critical-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SfUv_rYA8lI/AAAAAAAAAIM/q8hde8RBRok/s72-c/UofU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-3293823047419697552</id><published>2009-04-11T18:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:54:41.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Hills is back! I'm so excited. I love this show. Already it's full of drama, and I'll be so sad when it ends. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323600939450751490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SeE62Unl2gI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KMEujeKxndo/s320/heidi-montag-spencer-pratt-easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I found this picture, yes they are this gay. Seriously why???? I can't say anything about either one or this post will go on forever. So I guess I'll just end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-3293823047419697552?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/3293823047419697552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=3293823047419697552&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/3293823047419697552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/3293823047419697552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2009/04/hills.html' title='The Hills'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SeE62Unl2gI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KMEujeKxndo/s72-c/heidi-montag-spencer-pratt-easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-1812686630291048472</id><published>2009-03-13T11:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:20:25.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't been blogging lately. To be honest I kind of felt like I was over it. I'm gonna sound like such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;raunch&lt;/span&gt; for saying this, but sometimes it just gets really old reading other peoples blogs. They're not real enough. I read them and think I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; cared less about your trip to the park or the cookies you made. But then isn't that the point of blogs? It's so you can write about whatever you want to, right? Your the webmaster it's whatever is going on with you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whatever's&lt;/span&gt; on your mind. I often find myself not blogging about the stuff I want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I think I need to not complain, whine, or be so negative. I can be very blunt and say to much. To a fault. I try to watch it, but I often cross the line. But if you can post about nothing than I can complain and be overly honest about what's going on in my head.  So I guess the point of the post is to say to my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; stop being so gay! Be Real! Complain I like hearing that you have complaints, struggles and annoyances. Get rid of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;perma&lt;/span&gt; grin. If you don't want to whatever I'll just probably stop reading your blog unless your family or a close friend, and I feel obligated to.&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/8638468481936603796-1812686630291048472?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/1812686630291048472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=1812686630291048472&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/1812686630291048472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/1812686630291048472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogs.html' title='BLOGS'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-7940276349152366218</id><published>2009-02-14T14:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:15:28.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Fran!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;At the beginning of December I went to San Francisco. I work for an orthodontist and the company took all of us for a few days. Most importantly I went ALL ALONE! No kids, no husband, just me! It was wonderful! ahhhh! We went and saw a ton of things. I can say enough how fun and relaxing and what an all around good time I had. So here's some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303625408544503250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SZpDNZIH9dI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Cwdhtv7qkng/s320/100_1112%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So Here's us at our first stop Lombard St. If you don't know it's the most curvy street I think in the U.S. There was a sign that said no trucks or vans, but whatever you have to take opportunites as they come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303625422645033922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SZpDONp8-8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/9h1fkp7wC4s/s320/100_1133%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is me at the Ladyfingers. Remember from Full House. At the begining of the show during the song, you know,"Any where you look any where you go...."(I think that's how it goes). I seriously love the houses in San Fran! They are all so old looking like these. And no one has yards just the walkway or gate outside their front doors. They are all so nice and really pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303625407855189426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SZpDNWjx3bI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BrR-cbq4kH8/s320/100_1122%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303625419200525170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SZpDOA0t83I/AAAAAAAAAH0/lAVgaYMSfKE/s320/100_1173%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is at the Warf! You know Pier 39 every heard of it! I took this picture for you Austin and Heidy! K so I guess San Francisco is know for their very intelligent Bumms. They are crazy. I'm not kidding insane and the best entertainment. There  were guys dressed up as statues. I saw this guy and couldn't get a pic of his face, but I swear it was Johnny Depp (again for you Austin and Heidy) Your not the only ones living with pirates. There in San Francisco too aparently. So there is this bum there that is famous, I guess though I've never heard of him. He's called the "Bush Guy" he hides behind a bush and jumps out and scares people. We were walking and he was across the street and he jumped out and scared this couple. The lady was really startled and said the guy was pissed and said something to him as he was walking away. The bumm yells back," Hey when was the last time you put a smile like that on her face buddy?" So I start dying laughing along with the other girls. The couple here us laughing and that just pissed the guy off more. One of the girls snaps a picture of the "Bush guy" and he yells at us. "Hey you better pay. I'd pay you if I took a picture of your bush." To which we were all shocked, but freak'n laughed about forever. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303625425862217106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SZpDOZo_TZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/tS9ILPc2wbM/s320/Cynthia%27s+Pics+322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This was us at Union Square we went ice skating. This is us ice skating. I love, love, loved it there. The Christmas atmoshere was so great. There was live Christmas music incredible decorations. A huge tree. It was my favorite part of the trip. We also went to Alcatrez and of course the Golden Gate bridge. San Francisco is known for their Sourdough bread and I tried to eat as many sourdough bread bowls filled with clam cowder as I could while I was there.  ummmm so good! I can't wait to go back.  Thanks again NOC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-7940276349152366218?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7940276349152366218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=7940276349152366218&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/7940276349152366218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/7940276349152366218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2009/02/san-fran.html' title='San Fran!!'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SZpDNZIH9dI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Cwdhtv7qkng/s72-c/100_1112%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-3595142253956670319</id><published>2008-12-28T20:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:18:18.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting something Done</title><content type='html'>I know I just post something earlier and to have a second post so soon is a miracle, but just enjoy it.  My house is a mess. Not a wreck, but definatly a mess.  So I start cleaning up.  Picking up toys I tell Drae to put a toy in his room and continue picking up. Tell him to put one or two more toys away. Turn around and like the 2 year old he is hasn't put anything away.  So I hand him some and help him put away what is left.  Then there is a mess in the laundry room floor that needs to be wiped up.  So I start sweeping and as I'm sweeping London is behind me trying to eat the pile I'm sweeping up. I move her away a couple times and then literally am hovering around the dirt trying to keep them away so that I can get it off the floor.  Drae all along is helping with the dust pan which makes the whole process just a little easier.  Not.  So I get that done and I start loading the dishwasher. As I load it London is right there to unload. Throwing everything on the floor.  I tell Drae, "hey can you put those back in the dishwasher."&lt;br /&gt;"Sure mommy," he says and starts. London is fast man and she just keeps unloading so Drae sees it's pointless and starts unloading too.  I turn around and say, "hey what are you doing." (What was I thinking if London can do it why can't Drae?) So Drae starts trying to put them back in. For everyone he puts in London takes out two.  So he just starts screaming out of frustration.  And I think I know how you feel son.  In between all this one of the kids wants me to hold them. It's seriously a wonder my house ever gets clean at all.  It's not completely clean very often all well. I'm just doing my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-3595142253956670319?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/3595142253956670319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=3595142253956670319&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/3595142253956670319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/3595142253956670319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-something-done.html' title='Getting something Done'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-538543846050033746</id><published>2008-12-28T17:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:00:15.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my new dress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I went to church today and everyone had new dresses. Dresses they got for Christmas. I looked real nice in the same dress I've been wearing forever. I thought I was cool cuz I was wearing a very cute pair of Micheal Kors my sister handed down to me. Thanks Gaby for the donation. I'm not mad I got a very good Christmas gift. I just never noticed everyone's new dresses the Sunday after Christmas. I know I was looking hot because I had two people come up to me and ask me if I was ok, How was I doing, or if I needed anything. I love the people in my ward they are seriously the best. It nice to know people care about you. (If you were one of the people that asked me if I was ok. I love you and please don't be offended).When me and Reagan were driving home I said so we must look great today to have so many people concerned. Seriously I didn't think I looked bad. Guess I should've taken another look in the mirrior before we left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-538543846050033746?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/538543846050033746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=538543846050033746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/538543846050033746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/538543846050033746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-hell-is-my-new-dress.html' title='Where&apos;s my new dress?'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-3223011934711248519</id><published>2008-12-03T23:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:47:51.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Figure out my new video editing software.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make a video for Kaylee and mail it out by Tuesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pack to go to San Fran. Yeah me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pack for the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Buy wrapping paper and more Christmas decorations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finish my Christmas CD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mail out my Christmas cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make my Christmas Cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Buy London a Christmas Stocking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. I love you mom and Dad, but I hate shopping for you.  For Birthdays and Christmas. Maybe when I'm rich I won't mind.  Any ideas anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-3223011934711248519?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/3223011934711248519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=3223011934711248519&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/3223011934711248519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/3223011934711248519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-do.html' title='To Do'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-4317079594921510881</id><published>2008-12-02T22:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:23:20.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;I haven't posted anything this month, because I've had a whole lot of nothing going on. And yet so busy. Busy with stuff that doesn't matter and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not worth posting about. So this is random and you all will probably wish you skipped over this post, but whatever. I like the show John and Kate plus 8. I recently saw the episode where she gets her tummy tuck and I was seriously amazed. Those of you that watch have probably already seen it. I think it was an old, old episode. Anyway, I honestly had know idea a tummy tuck could do that. As a matter of fact I thought they were for fat people. Or just a way to get rid of fat. I know I'm so behind. Anyway, it was amazing. I now have hope and understanding of so many things. Stupid but you may remember a previous post where I posted something about the stars on &lt;em&gt;Dancing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;with the Stars&lt;/em&gt; not having any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stretch&lt;/span&gt; marks. They all have flat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unaffected&lt;/span&gt; stomachs after 3-4 kids. I seriously had problems with that. I just couldn't understand. And more importantly it pissed me off because it backs up Reagan's theory of if you workout and stay in shape you won't have problems with your stomach after your kids. I know he's in another world. Your probably thinking I must have serious issues with my stomach. I really don't. My stomach really isn't bad. I don't have a lot of stretch marks or loose skin. It doesn't look like it did prior to kids, but still I don't have much to complain about. I'm not trying to brag. I'm just saying I'm not in need of a tummy tuck. However, if I were to get pregnant with twins. (oh my gosh I hope I'm not jinxing myself) I could get somewhere back to decent. What the hell if Kate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gosselin&lt;/span&gt; can have sextuplets and have a great stomach after than there is hope for us all. I tried to find a pic of her before and after. All I could find was the episode. So no pic but you can go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plasticsurgery.com/tummy-tuck/gallery-p1.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt; and find a ton a pics in case your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt;. Beware of nakedness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-4317079594921510881?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/4317079594921510881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=4317079594921510881&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/4317079594921510881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/4317079594921510881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been!'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-6162080931428168908</id><published>2008-11-06T17:00:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:32:12.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SRSMp1Hyt6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/J3EHnDUK6wE/s1600-h/Halloween+2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265988514565240738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SRSMp1Hyt6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/J3EHnDUK6wE/s320/Halloween+2012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SRSOSwQk3SI/AAAAAAAAAGU/laVrrfXckeE/s1600-h/100_1036%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265990317146168610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SRSOSwQk3SI/AAAAAAAAAGU/laVrrfXckeE/s320/100_1036%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SRSHixmiYjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yQ2pAB4yYF8/s1600-h/100_1036%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's late but for my family I have to post this! Here's the kids on Halloween. Drae was a cowboy and London was Tigger. I didn't want her to be Tigger, cuz I wanted her to be something really cute and girly. But I didn't get on the ball soon enough and then Reagan didn't think I needed to buy a costume when we had one that fit her in Drae's closet. She is cute still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angela and Jesse came up for Halloween which was cool cuz there not usually up for Halloween. Asia was Ariel, Clay was Slash, and Tiff was Darth Vader. Clay and Asia both had wigs for their &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;costumes. Reagan had to try them on.  He is an awful Ariel.  I think I like the Teira the best. But I'm torn I really like him as slash too. Which do you like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SRSfMXytEuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/F9_FXco5nsg/s1600-h/100_1054%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266008899196883682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SRSfMXytEuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/F9_FXco5nsg/s200/100_1054%5B2%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266012052396174130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SRSiD6X_6zI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qoMOOhXW8W8/s200/100_1063%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265993280592286194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SRSQ_P9MEfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jVGuFdfW50M/s200/100_1058%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan put the Ariel wig on our niece Taila. She looks like what are you guys doing to me! I thought it was funny so I had to put her on here too. I think she looks better than Reagan.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266007198593918578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SRSdpYjXJnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ujqe82lSujs/s200/100_1055%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-6162080931428168908?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/6162080931428168908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=6162080931428168908&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/6162080931428168908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/6162080931428168908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SRSMp1Hyt6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/J3EHnDUK6wE/s72-c/Halloween+2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-8638328486001017922</id><published>2008-11-06T14:03:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:49:46.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You wanted Random! Here you go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SRNcCENyhtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bHBZTk1Dovk/s1600-h/Tagged.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265653579887314642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SRNcCENyhtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bHBZTk1Dovk/s320/Tagged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks soo much Ali! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt;I actually like to do laundry. I like all the laundry baskets empty and clothes put away. I love when Reagan asks me where a shirt or other piece of clothing is and I can say it's in the drawer or closet. I don't really mind folding the laundry I just hate putting it away. With my kids it's not worth folding if I can't put it away at the same time. But when it's all done. It's so nice. I love when I'm up on my laundry and I actually have to wait a day till I have enough for a load. I guess on days like that I would be so much smarter if I washed things like my rugs or sheets or things that don't get washed as often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Lately I'm a sucker for romance. I'm all kinds of sappy. I loved reading Breaking Dawn. I love this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysuperhopelessromance.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;. I don't know what it is but I love this kind of stuff. Any suggestions for another great read? Also when I find a good read. Romance or not I have to get someone else involved. I always start with Reagan when he refuses which he always does, I try someone else. When Reagan complains about me wanting him to read all this crap.I tell him it's like the gospel. When you have something so great you just want to share it with everyone so they can partake also. That's usually when he rolls his eyes and tells me I've gone to far if I'm comparing Twilight(for example) to the Gospel. Whatever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; I Love this stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SRNgbvFSSzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ixDDujqSPdI/s1600-h/Silk.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265658418937613106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 67px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SRNgbvFSSzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ixDDujqSPdI/s200/Silk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; I think I'm gonna decorate for Christmas in a week maybe two. I know it's early but I have anxiety over everything I have to do before Christmas. If I wait till after Thanksgiving there is only like 3 weeks till Christmas and that feels like crunch time. Besides that I want to enjoy the decor not put it up and then 3 weeks later take it down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;/strong&gt;I have lived in my house for almost 3 years and I don't think I've done any of the decorating in it. I have done some but not much. My sister in law Amy has pretty much done everything. Thanks Amy! It's not that I don't want to. It's just that every time I want to buy something I talk myself out of it. I don't think I should spend the money. I am afraid if I do buy it I won't like it when I get it home, or it won't look as good as I thought it would've when I bought it. It will need something else to go with it. I'll like something, but it's to expensive so I'll try to find it somewhere else for a better price and never do. Or I do and don't like it because it looks cheaper. I just need to start biting the bullet and spending some money. Thing is if I had money and each buy wasn't so crucial I would buy a lot more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Growing up I always said I wanted to get married when I was 21 and have my first kid at 23. I also wanted a boy first because I was the oldest in my family and I always wanted an older brother. I did not plan it but that is exactly how things worked out for me. Weird huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. &lt;/strong&gt;So every one's always telling me how they have found so many friends through their blogs. Friends from High school etc... Well, I went to high school in the ghetto so I don't know maybe if I got a my space page I would find all my old high school homies, but I don't think I've found one friend from high school through my blog. I don't feel bad about it so don't feel sorry for me. I just think it's funny. I don't think my old friends roll that way. All my blog connections are LDS and I know them from church. I just think it's kind of funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I tag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Julia (I just want you to post something on ur blog Jewels anything.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heidy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amy (You need a good post for your new blog. Welcome to the blog world.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&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/8638468481936603796-8638328486001017922?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/8638328486001017922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=8638328486001017922&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/8638328486001017922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/8638328486001017922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-wanted-random-here-you-go.html' title='You wanted Random! Here you go!'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SRNcCENyhtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bHBZTk1Dovk/s72-c/Tagged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-6327864597418975933</id><published>2008-10-27T22:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:23:13.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here you go Ali and Sheri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 TV Shows I like to Watch!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(These are not in order.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; The Hills&lt;br /&gt;2&gt;Dancing with the Stars (Those girls have amazing bodies and make me want to dance so I can have the same. And what the hell do any of the stars that go on that show have stretch marks from having kids or is no stretch marks a requirement to be on the show. POS)&lt;br /&gt;3&gt;America's Next Top Model ( I agree Ali I can't stand Tyra Banks she is sooo gay. That show would be so much better without her.)&lt;br /&gt;4&gt;Oprah(Hello who doesn't love Oprah. Get with it if you don't watch this show.)&lt;br /&gt;5&gt;John and Kate plus 8(She is amazing. They need to be converted)&lt;br /&gt;6&gt;American Idol ( I know it's not on right now but I love it and can't not list it.)&lt;br /&gt;7&gt; So you think you can Dance (Again not showing right now)&lt;br /&gt;8&gt; Flavor of Love, Rock of Love, I Love Money, I Hate New York, etc... ( I know it's bad. I would look down on me for watching these shows if I were you they're soo bad. I just find myself watching them. It started with Flava Flav and when downhill from there. I just feel like I know the people even though they are crazy sick oh's cuz they just go from show to show. I can't help but laugh and let them entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Favorite Resturants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt;Roberto's Taco Shop&lt;br /&gt;2&gt;Timberline ( Best food in Beaver. I have to represent you know.)&lt;br /&gt;3&gt;Sushi (I never get to eat this anymore so I'll take whenever where ever. But I don't like it premade like it is in the grocery store that's not worth having.)&lt;br /&gt;4&gt;Thai (Again I live in Beaver, so no specific Resturant. But I like Curry. In Virgina there was this great little place by our house that had the best Red Curry Chicken. And of course amazing pad thai noodles.)&lt;br /&gt;5&gt;Alvaro's (In St. George I always want to go there when were in town. I love the good athentic Mexican food.UMMMM)&lt;br /&gt;6&gt;Cafe Rio/Costa Vida I like these too. Really who doesn't I'll go there, but I'll take the real stuff over this any day.&lt;br /&gt;7&gt;Macaroni Grill (It's way better than Olive Garden. I love the Tiramisu).&lt;br /&gt;8&gt;Wingers(Freak'n amazing sauce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things that happened Yesturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt;Went to Roberto's Taco shop in St. George it was closed. Ass hole's&lt;br /&gt;2&gt;Went to Alberto's in St. George. I should have gone to Alvero's.&lt;br /&gt;3&gt;Looked at a pimp ride I really would like to buy.&lt;br /&gt;4&gt;Slept on the couch while my mom watched the kids. Thanks mom.&lt;br /&gt;5&gt;Picked up another dog for Reagan.&lt;br /&gt;6&gt;Listened to George Strait's "It just comes Natural over and over again." I used to like that song.&lt;br /&gt;7&gt;Hit up my sister in Law to watch my kids today. Shout out to Amy. I owe you.&lt;br /&gt;8&gt;Enjoyed chatting with Reagan on the way home while the kids slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I look forward to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt;Reagan to Graduate in May. 6 more months&lt;br /&gt;2&gt;Not working&lt;br /&gt;3&gt;Being done with school completely. Settling down somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;4&gt;Christmas Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;5&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;6&gt;Possibly Grand Cayman&lt;br /&gt;7&gt;Having money! Shopping&lt;br /&gt;8&gt;A New Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I love about fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt;The leaves changing&lt;br /&gt;2&gt;Driving down a road covered in leaves&lt;br /&gt;3&gt;Being nice and warm in my house when it's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;4&gt;Black Friday Shopping&lt;br /&gt;5&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;6&gt;This year I'm into Marie Calender Pie's.(Never been a big pie fan, but I'm feel'n it this year)&lt;br /&gt;7&gt;Eating Soups&lt;br /&gt;8&gt;Decorating with fall decor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things on my Wish list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt;A new digital camera&lt;br /&gt;2&gt;photo/video editing software&lt;br /&gt;3&gt;My sister to come home&lt;br /&gt;4&gt;Money to shop my little heart out.&lt;br /&gt;5&gt;A closet full of new clothes. I need it.&lt;br /&gt;6&gt;A hot new ride.&lt;br /&gt;7&gt;To go to Grand Cayman during Reagan's Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;8&gt;A new phone. Mine sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I tag... Julia and Danie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-6327864597418975933?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/6327864597418975933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=6327864597418975933&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/6327864597418975933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/6327864597418975933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-you-go-ali-8-tv-shows-i-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-3235151691252593080</id><published>2008-10-03T16:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:11:43.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SOadfK67qhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GwbAnh2QToM/s1600-h/fampic%40mtnw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253059174207302162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SOadfK67qhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GwbAnh2QToM/s400/fampic%40mtnw.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It's fall! We drove up the mountain last Sunday. This is about 15 minutes from our house. Lucky us! I love seeing the leaves when they change. I wasn't planning on being in the picture so I am looking awsome after a Sunday nap. I am excited for the season change. I love the good food we always eat during the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-3235151691252593080?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/3235151691252593080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=3235151691252593080&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/3235151691252593080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/3235151691252593080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-fall-we-drove-up-mountain-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SOadfK67qhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GwbAnh2QToM/s72-c/fampic%40mtnw.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-7217646674342745705</id><published>2008-09-29T10:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:54:26.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GRATEFUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sometimes I think life sucks. I find myself feeling sorry for myself. For the responsibilities I have for the challenges in my life, the mistakes I've made for not doing a better job at so many things.  I hear about struggles other people go through and wonder what it would be like if I was put in their situations. And then I really just hurt for them.  I usually can't imagine what it would be like and hope that I never have to go through it.  I feel lately that life here on earth is so hard.  That this time we have here on earth &lt;strong&gt;literally&lt;/strong&gt; is a test.  One thing after another is thrown at you trying to break you and everyone you love down.  I keep waiting for the thing that is going to be more than I can handle.  That will ruin me.  It's easy when you have been raised in the church to say that when hard things come along we know what to do.  But recently I realized how amazing understanding the whole truth is.  This life does suck in so many ways, but I'm handling it.  My head is still above the water.  Heavenly Father loves me and wants me to be happy.  He's fighting for me too.  Sounds so simple and duh. But sometimes it means so much.  It's the happy ending to the story.  And I love happy endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-7217646674342745705?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7217646674342745705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=7217646674342745705&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/7217646674342745705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/7217646674342745705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/09/grateful.html' title='GRATEFUL'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-7401978157005558379</id><published>2008-09-28T15:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:21:46.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>D.C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Here are some pics from this summer. My family flew in and we went to D.C. to check out everything. Here are some of the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251189088602792962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SN_4p3KTpAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wpdImmsuQx4/s200/100_0860%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ffff;"&gt;No, this is not in New York. This is in a small town just out of where we stayed in Mt. Jackson. This guy that does a ton of floats for lots of different parades, (Rose bowl, Macy's Day parade, Inagurations, etc...) Has a muesum with some of the famous floats he has done. Lots of them I actually recognized and remember from different parades. This is a float from one of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251192797138419682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SN_8BuiGf-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/C-KXR7Fzi_I/s200/100_0864%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251192797966198914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SN_8BxndaII/AAAAAAAAAEc/a4DRk8OXhZ0/s200/100_0865%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251192807173178146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SN_8CT6kwyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5q8rU_91ZD4/s200/100_0866%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt; This is us at Mount Vernon. In case you don't know what that is. That's George Washington's home. I'm an idiot because I didn't even take a picture of the actual house. But the first picture is the backyard. The house is on right on the Potomac River. His property is so pretty and huge. It's amazing how much land people owned back then. His tomb is there also which is neat to see.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251196716339504626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SN__l2sdJfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/aGo7pqH7-Qw/s200/100_0881%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251196727338111650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SN__mfqukqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4SCewRpgDhU/s200/100_0876%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251196735135992786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SN__m8t4y9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/03xz8cN3T-o/s200/100_0878%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251196739579696370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SN__nNRWVPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5jeksMnpF18/s200/100_0871%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SOAB2HiJi7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/QkOOB9d92wY/s1600-h/100_0873%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251199194760842162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SOAB2HiJi7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/QkOOB9d92wY/s200/100_0873%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SOAB1kcozuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zlJJ8HoARpA/s1600-h/100_0882%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251199185342484194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SOAB1kcozuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zlJJ8HoARpA/s200/100_0882%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-7401978157005558379?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7401978157005558379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=7401978157005558379&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/7401978157005558379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/7401978157005558379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/09/dc.html' title='D.C.'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SN_4p3KTpAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wpdImmsuQx4/s72-c/100_0860%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-4935387716619790559</id><published>2008-09-28T15:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:29:16.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SN_2Xl26b_I/AAAAAAAAADs/fPxo7UrqA2c/s1600-h/100_0888%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251186575697145842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SN_2Xl26b_I/AAAAAAAAADs/fPxo7UrqA2c/s320/100_0888%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Here are some pics I took of my kids a little while ago. They were being so cute together so I had to try and capture the moment. Drae loves London. He is always hugging and kissing her. She equally loves him. She watches him so much. Sometimes I wish she would pay that much attention to me. I love my kids. They're the best thing that happened to me. They are what keep me going and make me want to be better. Time goes by so fast it's scary. If you don't have kids have some they will fill your life more than you ever thought possible. I am truely blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251186584658769586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SN_2YHPh9rI/AAAAAAAAAD0/DfWTkR8-7YE/s320/100_0889%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251186589821190530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SN_2YaeWQYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gFSahUbkH44/s320/100_0893%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251186589307388930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SN_2YYj2RAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/C_s5pcMwt0k/s320/100_0891%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-4935387716619790559?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/4935387716619790559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=4935387716619790559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/4935387716619790559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/4935387716619790559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-pics.html' title='Some Pics!'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SN_2Xl26b_I/AAAAAAAAADs/fPxo7UrqA2c/s72-c/100_0888%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-6981909457706808033</id><published>2008-09-07T15:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:28:58.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Home!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SMRVPEyUDsI/AAAAAAAAADc/9zNuZSXzPRo/s1600-h/100_0897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243409583637270210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SMRVPEyUDsI/AAAAAAAAADc/9zNuZSXzPRo/s320/100_0897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Home sweet home. I'm so glad to be home. You never know how much you love something till you don't have it. We flew in to Las Vegas August 20th. Me and the kids flew and Reagan drove home. Four hours into the flight the Captain came on the intercom and said, "For those of you who have never seen Hoover Dam there is a great view." All the people on the plane shifted to look out the windows. I couldn't help the huge smile that spread across my face. I had seen Hoover Dam a thousand times and I didn't care to see it again. But I was soo happy because it meant that I was home. I almost cried I was so happy. Growing up in Las Vegas I never really liked the landscape there. I never liked the desert scenery, but in that moment I had never been so glad to see that desert sand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Coming home to Beaver was equally as grand. Believe it or not. I love it here. I have come to appreciate the landscape here. But what makes this town so great is the wonderful people here. They are the most genuine people and why I could stay here forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everyone said I would love the East Coast. I do like the East Coast, but I am a West Coast girl through and through. I love this side of the country. It's what I know. It's where my family is and what's more important than being close to the ones you love. I don't know where Reagan's school or work will take us in the future, but I hope if we leave again it's only temporary. &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/8638468481936603796-6981909457706808033?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/6981909457706808033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=6981909457706808033&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/6981909457706808033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/6981909457706808033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/09/were-home.html' title='We&apos;re Home!!!!!'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SMRVPEyUDsI/AAAAAAAAADc/9zNuZSXzPRo/s72-c/100_0897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-8186936094341363</id><published>2008-07-30T14:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:40:58.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The other morning I came home from the running jumped in the shower. I was washing as fast as possible while still getting it done. Jumped out and was putting on lotion before I got dressed.  I was literally slapping it on as fast as I could to get to whatever it was that I had to get to next.  In that moment I thought this is something I used to really enjoy doing a long time ago.  I remember in particular in college. In the bathroom the Shower was in a room separate in the bathroom.  I would take a shower and after I was all clean. I would take my time putting on lotion.  I don't really know what it was exactly that I loved about. I guess it was relaxing before the rush to hurry and get ready. Maybe it was that I loved smelling good or feeling my smooth legs after they were freshly shaved.  Whatever it was I just remembered that little enjoyment and wondered what happen to that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-8186936094341363?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/8186936094341363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=8186936094341363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/8186936094341363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/8186936094341363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/07/memory.html' title='A Memory'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-3039743660338679369</id><published>2008-07-19T20:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:16:38.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SicK and WRonG!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SITRJfqyekI/AAAAAAAAACM/P35YIQV9ur8/s1600-h/london4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225531428706613826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SITRJfqyekI/AAAAAAAAACM/P35YIQV9ur8/s320/london4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Look at her she looks so innocent. But really if you knew the things she did. Today, I came home and put the kids down for a nap. London woke up first so before Drae woke up I thought I would take a shower and just get London's in at the same time. I stripped her down and put her in her little Bumbo seat naked. I jumped in the shower and was cleaning myself I looked around the shower curtain to check on her and thought oh crap. Like I have so many times. She had yellow crap on her hand. I hurried and got out of the shower without drying off and got some wipes. She likes to stick her hands in her mouth so I was moving as fast as I could. Not a pretty sight. Anyway I pick her up and it's everywhere. I mean dripping everywhere. It's disgusting!! By the time I got her wiped off it was all over the floor, sink, and toilet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the flight out here we had a similar situation. About an hour in to the flight I see London pushing. I guess I'm stupid becuase I always try to think positive and hope it's not a blowout. Of course it was. But this one really is a the top of her list for blowouts. I had her on my lap trying to change her. Luckily I did have a changing pad to protect my self. But a wippy container only holds so many wipes and for disasters of this kind there was not enough. I had to take her in the bathroom and try to wash her off. There was really bad turbulence just to make things a little easier for me. Since then I'm actually getting pretty good a washing her in public restrooms. That is soo embarrassing too. But you have too. Luckily for all the passengers around me her crap doesn't stink yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moms out there I'm sure you have a couple similar stories and similar things happened to me with Drae. But London is in a whole other league from Drae. I have story after story. I actually have thought several times prior to this post about posting something about it. But talked myself out of it thinking it is sick and no one wants to hear about it. Reagan actually gave me a hard time about this post when he saw me writing it. But this is my life and this blog isn't just for you it's for me too. Sometimes I can laugh about it but most of the time I just think this is sooo sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225532659302254258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SITSRH_pxrI/AAAAAAAAACU/H0fQ0ZVJikI/s320/london2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-3039743660338679369?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/3039743660338679369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=3039743660338679369&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/3039743660338679369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/3039743660338679369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick-and-wrong.html' title='SicK and WRonG!!!!!'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SITRJfqyekI/AAAAAAAAACM/P35YIQV9ur8/s72-c/london4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-5524127824886710394</id><published>2008-07-11T19:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:39:14.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SHgRTgNFi7I/AAAAAAAAACE/emdET0ya_no/s1600-h/twilightcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221942794696100786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SHgRTgNFi7I/AAAAAAAAACE/emdET0ya_no/s320/twilightcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Who doesn't love Twilight. I almost feel stupid for posting anything about it. But I feel an obligation to because I love it so much. I reread the first three books right before Breaking Dawn came out. So I was totally "in the Twilight zone." I love this story. I've heard some people say they didn't like certain things about different books. And the first time I read them I hated New Moon. But the second time I liked it a lot. I loved Eclipse and Breaking Dawn was perfect. I'm a sucker for happy endings. And I love everything about Breaking Dawn. I can read these over and over again and completely enjoy them each time. I think this story is a classic. I hope I don't ruin anything for anybody. I don't want to ruin anyone's experience reading. Though I don't know very many people that haven't read it. And if you haven't read it and I'm not already harrassing you to read it (Reagan and mom) read it. You'll love it. Tell me what u thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SHgQj39veKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/33EaG9Hv50s/s1600-h/twilightminicover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-5524127824886710394?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/5524127824886710394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=5524127824886710394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/5524127824886710394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/5524127824886710394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/07/twilight-again.html' title='Twilight Again!'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SHgRTgNFi7I/AAAAAAAAACE/emdET0ya_no/s72-c/twilightcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-7189283804100065232</id><published>2008-06-27T20:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:14:26.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SGWpZf8p32I/AAAAAAAAABs/S4u3sd5vYqs/s1600-h/100_0844%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SGWpZBIyynI/AAAAAAAAABk/a1QCN3oZnLU/s1600-h/100_0835%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216761990645729906" style="WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" height="310" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SGWpZBIyynI/AAAAAAAAABk/a1QCN3oZnLU/s320/100_0835%5B1%5D" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SGWpZf8p32I/AAAAAAAAABs/S4u3sd5vYqs/s1600-h/100_0844%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216761998916312930" style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" height="309" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SGWpZf8p32I/AAAAAAAAABs/S4u3sd5vYqs/s320/100_0844%5B1%5D" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Drae's new thing is that he has to wear his church clothes. When he wakes up in the morning it isn't very long before he says, "Mom I need my church clothes where's my church clothes." He has to put on his shirt, tie and church shoes. Sometimes the church shoes are optional. I have to make sure I button all the buttons and then put on his tie and shoes. Once I've done that he says, "I need to comb my hair." I always tell him on Sunday once he's dressed and his hair is combed how handsome he looks. So of course he wants to do the samething daily now. It's so funny. I love it.He does look handsome even if he is wearing it over his PJ's. And with no socks and shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SGWq2AS9vyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RcC4NZLBCxU/s1600-h/100_0830%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216763588147789602" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SGWq2AS9vyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RcC4NZLBCxU/s320/100_0830%5B1%5D" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-7189283804100065232?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7189283804100065232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=7189283804100065232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/7189283804100065232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/7189283804100065232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/06/church-clothes.html' title='Church Clothes'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SGWpZBIyynI/AAAAAAAAABk/a1QCN3oZnLU/s72-c/100_0835%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-7017031351329949545</id><published>2008-06-27T19:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:34:49.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SGWQyGsB6uI/AAAAAAAAABU/erPnoiSmN-Y/s1600-h/100_0818%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216734933841734370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SGWQyGsB6uI/AAAAAAAAABU/erPnoiSmN-Y/s320/100_0818%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Reagan and Drae! Drae turned 2 and Reagan turned 27. (I don't know if he wanted me to post that.) We had fun at home celebrating. Drae wanted to go to the park and so mom had it easy we just went to the park for his Birthday. I had to restrain myself because I wanted to do so much more, but I just had to remind myself that he is only two and can only handle so much. If he's happy with the park then I need to be too. Drae is still telling me, "Mom I need a Birthday." So that must mean he liked it. He sings Happy Birthday to himself or tells me too and then he says, "Now dad." And wants me to sing the Happy Birthday song to Reagan even when he's not around. I took Reagan to Sushi for his Birthday. It was really good and we both remember why we love it so much. Overall I think they both had fun on their Birthdays. Good job MOM!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216739603646179810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SGWVB7EK6eI/AAAAAAAAABc/EXaV2Ts0qTc/s320/Birthday+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-7017031351329949545?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7017031351329949545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=7017031351329949545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/7017031351329949545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/7017031351329949545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-boys.html' title='Happy Birthday Boys!'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SGWQyGsB6uI/AAAAAAAAABU/erPnoiSmN-Y/s72-c/100_0818%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-1513213428037679010</id><published>2008-05-31T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:22:46.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The National Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206638613498116658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SEGyO6djOjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ylK1hwuYicU/s320/100_0715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SEGuJ6djOgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cxVKHDq36g0/s1600-h/100_0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206634129552259586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SEGuJ6djOgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cxVKHDq36g0/s320/100_0684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the Kids to the National Zoo on Memorial Day weekend. It was our first outing as a family in D.C. Some of you won't think much of this at all, but we rode the bus to the metro and then took the metro to the Zoo. In Vegas and Utah there is not a Metro and nobody really rides the buses so we thought we were really neat. Well I did anyway. This is not a very clear picture of me and Drae but this is us on the metro. Drae wanted to see the Tigers, but I think his favorite is a tie between the Elephants, Sloth Bear and the Panda Bears. He cried because he couldn't play with the Panda Bears. They are really cute and friendly looking. Anyway we had fun, so much fun Drae pooped out on us. Here's Reagan holding Drae while we wait for the Metro and some other pics of us a the zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SEGxa6djOiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Zr2ZAeVgaiI/s1600-h/100_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206637720144919074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SEGxa6djOiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Zr2ZAeVgaiI/s320/100_0716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206639214793538114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SEGyx6djOkI/AAAAAAAAABA/c1yC7_3YufQ/s320/100_0712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SEGv3qdjOhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/a15u_QTXGag/s1600-h/100_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-1513213428037679010?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/1513213428037679010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=1513213428037679010&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/1513213428037679010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/1513213428037679010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/05/national-zoo.html' title='The National Zoo'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXSRB0tYEIU/SEGyO6djOjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ylK1hwuYicU/s72-c/100_0715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638468481936603796.post-5560627836313474</id><published>2008-05-21T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:21:07.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Our Blog</title><content type='html'>So I decided I really needed to start a blog because everyone keeps asking about whats going on with us. They know I had the baby and want to see pictures. As most of you know I work full time and don't have enough time to send emails to everyone. So I decided I would start this blog and then you guys can check up on us when you want. I think I can keep this current. For those of you that don't know we just recently moved to Ashburn, VA for the summer. Reagan is working out here for APX selling home security systems. This is a temperary move we will be here from May to the end of August. Then Reagan will be finishing up his last year of Nursing school. So that's just a little update. Welcome to our Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8638468481936603796-5560627836313474?l=whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/feeds/5560627836313474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8638468481936603796&amp;postID=5560627836313474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/5560627836313474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8638468481936603796/posts/default/5560627836313474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatswiththemyers.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-to-our-blog-2.html' title='Welcome to Our Blog'/><author><name>Corynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03974508645565067583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
