<?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-8915276055138824077</id><updated>2012-02-15T17:07:28.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Limburg's</title><subtitle type='html'>John.Whit.Quinn</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-2235290956035141829</id><published>2012-02-15T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T17:07:28.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines (Mon)Day!</title><content type='html'>I had a really good Valentine's Day! We actually celebrated mostly on Monday night since Monday's are John's "early" (7:45) nights from school. We also decided to take the munchkin since we both felt like we hadn't seen her very much lately (John had to work saturday, and so did I. Plus, I worked on Monday when normally I don't.) We decided to go to Gabor Brothers because I was craving Eggplant Parmesan sooo bad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ahO19yTG034/TzwTxEV9NsI/AAAAAAAABIQ/VoRmEpqOXq4/s640/blogger-image-393770984.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ahO19yTG034/TzwTxEV9NsI/AAAAAAAABIQ/VoRmEpqOXq4/s640/blogger-image-393770984.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That was after I was done eating... I have had it for lunch the past two days! Three meals in one? not bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WpEK5L5hQNQ/TzwTvoLMj6I/AAAAAAAABH4/C-5YHVW6pQ8/s640/blogger-image-85698299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WpEK5L5hQNQ/TzwTvoLMj6I/AAAAAAAABH4/C-5YHVW6pQ8/s640/blogger-image-85698299.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quinn really likes to "dip" things. It's the cutest thing ever, she dunks it 2 or 3 times before eating it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I was really excited about my Valentine's Day gift this year. Mainly because normally John puts so much thought and effort into his gifts and I am a "last-minute" type of person. This year, however, I had it all planned out way ahead of time (thanks, Pinterest) I took a few different Ideas and meshed them into one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TZngbGnJsDA/TzwTwGTIYsI/AAAAAAAABIA/NDuovhlYe0Y/s640/blogger-image--1624825658.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TZngbGnJsDA/TzwTwGTIYsI/AAAAAAAABIA/NDuovhlYe0Y/s640/blogger-image--1624825658.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since Tuesday's (and most days) we don't see eachother from 7:30am to 10pm, i thought it would be fun to give him gifts to open throughout the day at work. Quinn got him Mexican Pepsi's and a University of Utah shirt (like he needed more.. haha) with a card that said "Daddy- I 'Soda' think 'U' are the best!" I was feeling pretty confident until Monday night when Quinn and I opened these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9cmmL9IouBU/TzwTwtS4y6I/AAAAAAAABII/EDHDA8xEBc4/s640/blogger-image--936409069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9cmmL9IouBU/TzwTwtS4y6I/AAAAAAAABII/EDHDA8xEBc4/s640/blogger-image--936409069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Matching TOM's! And on top if it he put 101 reasons why he loves me inside the box with my shoes. John has this uncanny ability to buy the perfect gift all the time. I knew we wanted to get some for Quinn, but I didn't think I would end up with any. After he gave them to me he said "Well, they were cheaper than flowers, and I figured you would get more use out of them."--does he know me or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quinn L.O.V.E.S. her Toms. She wants them on all the time and walks around just staring at her feet. She even brought mine over to me and set them by my foot because she wanted me to wear mine too! She's adorable. So that was my "Valentine's Day" on Monday. John did bring home some Red Mango after class on Tuesday, so I didn't really&amp;nbsp;feel too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-2235290956035141829?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/2235290956035141829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=2235290956035141829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/2235290956035141829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/2235290956035141829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-monday.html' title='Valentines (Mon)Day!'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ahO19yTG034/TzwTxEV9NsI/AAAAAAAABIQ/VoRmEpqOXq4/s72-c/blogger-image-393770984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-272825587199663333</id><published>2012-02-05T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T21:49:33.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My extremely in-experienced Race Recap</title><content type='html'>This was a reeeealllly hard course. If you like lots of hills, and a huge mile-long mountain a little over half way through your race, this is the race for you. If you are from Utah and like starting at the top of the canyon and running down, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRO's: &lt;br /&gt;-Cute race shirt (even though I didn't race in it, I usually don't because I'm worried about chaffing so i go with what i know)&lt;br /&gt;- Cost, it was only $40 which is pretty inexpensive for a half marathon. I had to pay for travel/lodging so it was still semi-costly, but it was fun so it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;-Scenery, it was really pretty for the first half and last mile, right up in the Red Rocks and through some neighborhoods with moderny pueblo looking homes&lt;br /&gt;- Well marked course (aside from mile markers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CON's:&lt;br /&gt;-VERY disorganized&lt;br /&gt;-Mile markers were off&lt;br /&gt;-Misleading Course description&lt;br /&gt;- Started almost 20 minutes late&lt;br /&gt;-The main lady is a liar and I wanted to punch her in the face&lt;br /&gt;-No chip timing- i didn't think i was going to win or anything, i just think it is more efficient&amp;nbsp;way of&amp;nbsp;monitoring and seeing&amp;nbsp;where my standing is in a race. It didn't bother me too bad though, but i know some people were bugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, here is the wordy part (mostly for my my journaling benefit but feel free to read along, there are some pretty nasty pictures of me at the end too if you want a laugh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed up at 8:15, ready for the 9 am start time. They spent alot of time setting up what i thought was the starting line, but found out it was the finish line later. After watching the ladies in charge dance around like crazy people they finally rounded us all up and went over the course a little bit. She explained that the first 4 miles were hilly, but no extreme hills&amp;nbsp;and that even though there were a lot of turns, they were very well marked. She was only half right in that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some chick that was on the biggest loser happened to be running the 5k so they had her say some stuff that I didn't really pay attention too because I was annoyed that it was now 9:05. Finally the head chick took the microphone back and said "okay Half Marathoners we are going to walk you out to the road!" (this is when I found out the thing they spent all their time setting up/dancing under was actually the finish line since it was on the grass). Then, she disappeared. Leaving all of us standing in the road wondering "here?" "which way do we face?" "where is she?" after about 5 minutes of that some of the other runners yelled back to the rest of us saying we were starting back about 1/3 of a mile. at this point i'm thinking "HUH?Okay, whatever. lets just start." &lt;br /&gt;So we finally all get corralled to the "starting line" and for some reason stand there for 5 more minutes so the camera people can video/take pictures of some two random dudes in superhero costumes. Finally, the lady sent us off. I feel the entirety of the race will be better explained by the thoughts that went through my&amp;nbsp; head throughout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILES 1-4&lt;br /&gt;"that mile marker is off by .21" -repeat every mile throughout race.&lt;br /&gt;"Lot's of hills, but I am okay and keeping up a good pace. Keep going!"&lt;br /&gt;"why are we just weaving in and out of this neighbor hood? oh well, the rocks are pretty."&lt;br /&gt;"FINALLY a water station, they should have them more often if they are going to have it be this hilly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles 4-7.5&lt;br /&gt;"Almost done with the hill's I think, keep it up!"&lt;br /&gt;" DOWNHILL!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Almost half way in 58:52, I could finish this thing sooner than I thought!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, she said the first 4 miles were the hilliest and the next 7 were downhill, i can TOTALLY do this!"&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid B$@*# lied."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles 7.5-10&lt;br /&gt;"we can't be going up THAT hill, she said no extreme climbs! we&amp;nbsp;HAVE to be turning before then!"&lt;br /&gt;"nope, they're going up. Crud."&lt;br /&gt;"the woman who mapped this route&amp;nbsp;hates runners."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna run straight up to her, look her in the eye, say 'you lied.' and smack her across the face."&lt;br /&gt;"My knees are in my chest, how is this not an extreme climb!?!"&lt;br /&gt;"this was a full MILE climb from the bottom to the top."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles 10-13.1&lt;br /&gt;"OH GOOD, a port-a-potty!"&lt;br /&gt;"Just keep going..."&lt;br /&gt;"don't stop... you can kill her once you're finished"&lt;br /&gt;"WHY did I pin my number to my jacket! this is taking like 20 minutes to redo!"&lt;br /&gt;"There they are!!!! don't cry.. don't cry!"&lt;br /&gt;"ahh my family is the cutest!"&lt;br /&gt;" I DID IT! i'm done."&lt;br /&gt;"that is not a cupcake, little girl. But thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much more needs to be said, but i'll just clarify some things. They advertised a lot of compelling things i.e. the scenery, the ease of course after the first 4 miles and a cupcake at the fnish line. They only delivered the scenery. The cupcake was less than bite sized, when the little volunteer girl handed it to me with my medallion at the end I wanted to ask what it was before I realized that was the "cupcake" they were referring to. Lame that I cared, but all i ate that morning was a few bites of scrambled eggs. I was hungry, okay? &lt;br /&gt;I think my mistake was starting out too fast. I was expecting it to be as described--tough to begin with, easy at the end. So in my defense i was misled. Either way, I won't be starting a race out that fast again. I ran out of steam right before the huge hill and wanted to die for the last 4 miles of the race.&lt;br /&gt;I also pinned my number to my jacket, and it had to be on the front of you for the end because they did not have chip timing. So when I got hot i had to completely stop, unpin, take off my ipod, take off my jacket, repin, put on&amp;nbsp; my ipod, and tie my jacket on my waste. So between that, the rest stop, and the GINORMOUS hill, it slowed my time down quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I am proud of myself. I pushed myself beyond what I thought I could and did it without much running over the past two weeks, but I wouldn't run this course EVER again. I am looking forward to the SLC half marathon in april because i know that course is slightly easier and I want to renew my faith in half marathons again. &lt;br /&gt;As promised, some really awful pictures of me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mcmcvwjhbc4/Ty9cWrQWs2I/AAAAAAAABG4/15spFXsUzFI/s1600/DSC_0227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mcmcvwjhbc4/Ty9cWrQWs2I/AAAAAAAABG4/15spFXsUzFI/s320/DSC_0227.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starting out (goon in the yellow)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1dfD9rAKdGE/Ty9c4spnAiI/AAAAAAAABHA/Vs1UvWhofbo/s1600/DSC_0234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1dfD9rAKdGE/Ty9c4spnAiI/AAAAAAAABHA/Vs1UvWhofbo/s320/DSC_0234.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quinn held this sign up so well! It even folded down as I ran up and she bent down and picked it up! So sweet!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JoOF62oDc64/Ty9c9IzpQtI/AAAAAAAABHI/VDj5oCAfmkE/s1600/DSC_0246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JoOF62oDc64/Ty9c9IzpQtI/AAAAAAAABHI/VDj5oCAfmkE/s320/DSC_0246.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was really possesive of me once I finished and just wanted to be by me all the time. i did not mind ;).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿John also gave me some flowers at the finish line, which was really cute. I loved having them at the finish line!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-272825587199663333?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/272825587199663333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=272825587199663333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/272825587199663333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/272825587199663333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-extremely-unexperienced-race-recap.html' title='My extremely in-experienced Race Recap'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-Mcmcvwjhbc4/Ty9cWrQWs2I/AAAAAAAABG4/15spFXsUzFI/s72-c/DSC_0227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-6820209354204215471</id><published>2012-01-29T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T10:30:45.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday blues, and why my husband is the best. (warning.. gross picture)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{PREFACE} John grew up with four older sisters. That's basically like having 5 moms. He gets the "girl" stuff. like the irrational things we get upset about, my need for chocolate at every meal, and he is really good at bringing home gifts. He used to bring home flowers when we were first married, but I told him if i can't wear it, eat it, or spend it, it's probably a waste of money. In a nice way of course. I really appreciated it, but he understands that I am a no fuss girl, I get to the point.&lt;/div&gt;He also understands when I am bummed out. I try not to let little things get me down, but sometimes I give in. I hurt my foot on my long training run on monday --my half marathon is&amp;nbsp;THIS friday. I thought it was just a blister so i finished my 11 miles deciding to take care of it when I was done. I don't even know what happened but now its to the point where it hurts to wear any type of shoe at all and I was limping because putting pressure on it made me feel like crying. I finally talked to my &lt;strike&gt;doctor&lt;/strike&gt; brother and he got me on some antibiotics because it was infected or something. &lt;br /&gt;Taken today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hD17cLVTUYo/TyWK8YCJyrI/AAAAAAAABGY/aaZH2wX3rE8/s1600/whitfoot.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hD17cLVTUYo/TyWK8YCJyrI/AAAAAAAABGY/aaZH2wX3rE8/s320/whitfoot.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Believe it or not, that is an improvement.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling okay yesterday and was&amp;nbsp;mentally prepared for my 12 miler. I had taken a few days off to let it heal, but when i put my shoes on I could tell it was a no-go. I was bummed and started stressing. i am the type of person who likes to stick to training schedules to a "T". I decided to do some cross training -yet again- and then called my awesome runner friend Katelyn who helped me feel better (thanks!!)&lt;br /&gt;John could tell I just needed to get out, so he took me to&amp;nbsp; get Red Mango for the third time this week and then my favorite store, Dicks.&lt;br /&gt;I found this cute top that i really &lt;strike&gt;needed&lt;/strike&gt; wanted for the race, but the only one they had in my&amp;nbsp;size/color i wanted had a stain on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jo7Z-JpSuC8/TyWLDH27ElI/AAAAAAAABGg/wqcCWVraNHY/s1600/whitshirt.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jo7Z-JpSuC8/TyWLDH27ElI/AAAAAAAABGg/wqcCWVraNHY/s640/whitshirt.JPG" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I asked the lady at the front if they had any in the back, but she said since it was already on&amp;nbsp;clearance it was the last one, but they could mark it down 15% more if i wanted. Uhhhh... yeah. I wanted. I am hoping it comes out in the wash, but if not, I got a smokin' deal so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Between that and Quinn jumping in the shower with me that morning.. fully clothed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8LbjdHbStyY/TyWLGiIuJ1I/AAAAAAAABGo/XHiaY7oVGoo/s1600/quinnshower.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8LbjdHbStyY/TyWLGiIuJ1I/AAAAAAAABGo/XHiaY7oVGoo/s320/quinnshower.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I started to feel better and realized that I was stressing over nothing. So what if I don't PR on Friday, the point is just to do it and feel good that I did, right? So now I am over it. And since this was kind of a whiny post, I thought I would end it on a postive/cute note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cDn56nrWokI/TyWLJY6AlKI/AAAAAAAABGw/vGGglEnEPWA/s1600/quin+pose.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cDn56nrWokI/TyWLJY6AlKI/AAAAAAAABGw/vGGglEnEPWA/s320/quin+pose.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She poses for the camera now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-6820209354204215471?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6820209354204215471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=6820209354204215471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6820209354204215471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6820209354204215471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2012/01/saturday-blues-and-why-my-husband-is.html' title='Saturday blues, and why my husband is the best. (warning.. gross picture)'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-hD17cLVTUYo/TyWK8YCJyrI/AAAAAAAABGY/aaZH2wX3rE8/s72-c/whitfoot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-6456206256206185467</id><published>2012-01-20T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:47:14.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backwards</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;We are all a little confused around here. Is it winter? is it spring? Fall? With the crazy (awesome) weather we are having,&amp;nbsp;we're just not too sure. I was so hot&amp;nbsp;on my run&amp;nbsp;this morning&amp;nbsp;I had to take my jacket off and was STILL overheating.&amp;nbsp;So, naturally we decided to go swimming. My dad is a fish so we asked my parents if they wanted to come along, Who would pass up a chance to see this little cutie in a swimsuit?&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dGVyTvVORhE/TxoS4gKDwqI/AAAAAAAABF4/3l_PwRzFKtQ/s1600/quinnswim1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dGVyTvVORhE/TxoS4gKDwqI/AAAAAAAABF4/3l_PwRzFKtQ/s320/quinnswim1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;she fits in all the same swimsuits as last year. Better, in fact. She's little.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWw9zadxjpk/TxoS2CBrgII/AAAAAAAABFw/FTNmT3OCXBE/s1600/quinnswim.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWw9zadxjpk/TxoS2CBrgII/AAAAAAAABFw/FTNmT3OCXBE/s320/quinnswim.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Worn out&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿Then&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;I decided&lt;/strike&gt;,&amp;nbsp;we decided to go get frozen yogurt (dessert before dinner? why not!)&amp;nbsp;and i was SO excited to see they had my favorite flavor again:﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOGlRl4MVjQ/TxoTALtOnSI/AAAAAAAABGA/wQJQDMl-vQw/s1600/redmango1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOGlRl4MVjQ/TxoTALtOnSI/AAAAAAAABGA/wQJQDMl-vQw/s320/redmango1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;dark chocolate chips aaaand COCONUT yogurt!!! (ignore my nasty&amp;nbsp;knuckles, they are ruined from my OCD tendencies)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿I said we were going for Quinn but she didn't eat any....﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rp6NrsyIwsg/TxoTFS1zxGI/AAAAAAAABGI/ucMPR_w55JY/s1600/redmango2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rp6NrsyIwsg/TxoTFS1zxGI/AAAAAAAABGI/ucMPR_w55JY/s320/redmango2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, she's asleep. On the chair. Inside Red Mango. She was awake when we got her out of the car, promise.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿And now we are cooking out on the grill. A perfect &lt;strike&gt;June&lt;/strike&gt; January&amp;nbsp;friday in my books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-6456206256206185467?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6456206256206185467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=6456206256206185467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6456206256206185467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6456206256206185467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2012/01/backwards.html' title='Backwards'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-dGVyTvVORhE/TxoS4gKDwqI/AAAAAAAABF4/3l_PwRzFKtQ/s72-c/quinnswim1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-6551370200441527544</id><published>2012-01-15T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T16:34:25.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am really glad the holidays are over. I know, I AM one of those people. I enjoy them while they are here, but the day after Christmas I want things clean, scrubbed, and back to normal. So thats what I did. Things have been kind of busy around here, but we are back to our normal routines from all the craziness from holidays/sickness/teething. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I went on a MUCH needed date night last night. Thanks to my mom for taking the kiddo so we could go! We went out to dinner and then had some time to kill before the movie (mission impossible, I actually enjoyed it!) so we went over to ROSS and both were able to find something we liked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to hit an early (ish.. 7:00) movie and were home by 9:45. We party hard around here. Then we got into our pajamas and snuggled in our huge KING SIZE blanket I had to have because it is extremely comfy.&lt;br /&gt;I had big plans of taking pictures, but only managed one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qD0NRtbCAcw/TxNsRjb32GI/AAAAAAAABFY/UcCIWT9TR4k/s1600/photo2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qD0NRtbCAcw/TxNsRjb32GI/AAAAAAAABFY/UcCIWT9TR4k/s640/photo2.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This wasn't even supposed to be for our "date night pictures". Our floor length mirror is broken and rather than buy a new one I forced john to take a picture so i could make sure i looked presentable. Don't worry, I dealt with my hair before I left the house.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some gems from the past week. Quinn's new routine includes Tangled. Every. Day. She points to the T.V. and yells at me until I turn it on. Then sits down in her chair and yelps excitedly for the first 5 minutes of the movie.&amp;nbsp;I thought this picture was cute, she loves string cheese, but hates if I break it up. She has TWO teeth now and loves to utilize them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cAK0SPAoYlc/TxNsUQOKnVI/AAAAAAAABFg/EWIhyMJnsj8/s1600/quinntangled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cAK0SPAoYlc/TxNsUQOKnVI/AAAAAAAABFg/EWIhyMJnsj8/s320/quinntangled.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And Do yourself a favor and make &lt;a href="http://sweettoothfix.blogspot.com/2012/01/barbecue-chicken-pizza.html" target="_blank"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;... seriously. So good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1o_iYATJCfE/TxNsX6YBLEI/AAAAAAAABFo/23qt2aRhCRw/s1600/bbqpizza.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1o_iYATJCfE/TxNsX6YBLEI/AAAAAAAABFo/23qt2aRhCRw/s320/bbqpizza.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Other than that its&amp;nbsp;just business as usual. I am back to my old workout/cleaning/laundry routine. John is back to work/school/homework routine and Quinn is on her new big girl routine. I am training for a half marathon in a few weeks and ran 10 miles on saturday morning. It has been a while and at about mile 9 i was thinking&amp;nbsp; "i wonder if i could sell my spot?" I will probably still do it, I just had a rough time getting my&amp;nbsp;training in the past couple weeks so i feel really unprepared. It will be nice to get away for the weekend. And then the next weekend.. and the one after that. haha we have kind of a busy february but I am excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-6551370200441527544?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6551370200441527544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=6551370200441527544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6551370200441527544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6551370200441527544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-lately.html' title='Some Lately'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-qD0NRtbCAcw/TxNsRjb32GI/AAAAAAAABFY/UcCIWT9TR4k/s72-c/photo2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-4530546631092816380</id><published>2011-12-30T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T19:34:16.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I made my mom cry..</title><content type='html'>..imagine what would happen if I actually knew what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/USn5H5a2bTE?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the picture at the end is because I put this video on a disk to put in her trunk. I am a cheeseball, and I like it that way)&lt;br /&gt;Another am mature movie for the books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-4530546631092816380?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4530546631092816380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=4530546631092816380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4530546631092816380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4530546631092816380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-made-my-mom-cry.html' title='I made my mom cry..'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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://img.youtube.com/vi/USn5H5a2bTE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-5995068210311815180</id><published>2011-12-29T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T09:42:17.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have OCD. for real.</title><content type='html'>We have been pretty sick around these parts. Like, flu sick. It was not a pretty sight. (when I say we, it doesn't include john, that boy never gets sick) I got a pretty bad cold starting on Christmas Eve, and then added the worst stomach flu I've ever had on Tuesday. Poor Quinn got it tuesday night so I was up all night with her. I knew to get better I needed to sleep during her naps yesterday, but I couldn't. All I could think about were germs (you know, like the kind in commercials that look like worms?) all around me. On the walls, on the floors. Everywhere. So, instead of resting I scrubbed. I was literally on my hands and knees. Scrubbing floors, tubs, showers, walls, doorknobs, lightswitches and every single toy Quinn owns. I washed every peice of bedding, blanket, and rug we own along with the normal amount of laundry. I kept scrubbing until my hands were swollen and just felt like nothing could ever be clean again. And that scared me. &lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about shows I have seen of OCD people and I sounded alot like them in my head. Then I started thinking about my other qualities that could possibly be ocd:&lt;br /&gt;-I am a compulsive hand washer.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;wash them&amp;nbsp;15-20 times a day. I sometimes make excuses to go wash them. I have cracked and bleedy knuckles really bad in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;-I HAVE to have chapstick. I have at least one tube in each car, in my makeup case,&amp;nbsp;on my bedstand and in every pocket of every coat and jacket as well as at least one tube in my purse. 98cent sells of carmex at walmart is like discount crack to me.&lt;br /&gt;-I have mentioned this before, but I am REALLY weird about milk. It's a long story, but john is kind of freaked out about my milk weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;-I do not like "germy" movies. Even when&amp;nbsp;I was a kid. I could not&amp;nbsp;stand "MATILDA" because of the cake scene. And I am pretty sure it is the reason I do not like chocolate cake to this day. It ruined the whole movie for me. And the Salamander part, GROSS. And remember "LITTLE GIANTS"? the snot bubble (I had a hard time typing that just now). I remember I was eating an oreo shake from Scotty's when i saw that. I never had one again. And I never saw the movie again. I was 7.&lt;br /&gt;-I have a TICK i think. Anytime i am trying to fall asleep, I have to tap my feet. In a certain pattern. I didn't realize I did it until one of my friends in highschool pointed it out. I can't fall asleep unless I do it.&lt;br /&gt;-I cannot have long nails. If i even have that white line (I don't know how else to explain it?) or you can't see the skin coming up behind them.I have to cut them. I tried manicured long nails for a couple months for my mom, and couldn't handle them. I kep thinking about gunk and germs stuck underneath and ended up ripping them off everytime. My nails were a mess for a good 6 months after. but they were short,so i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure everyone has at least SOME ocd qualities, but I sort of freaked myself out for a little bit there. Then I walked in my completely unorganized and chaotic closet, and realized I'm probably just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-5995068210311815180?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5995068210311815180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=5995068210311815180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5995068210311815180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5995068210311815180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-think-i-have-ocd-for-real.html' title='I think I have OCD. for real.'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-3084706270315041534</id><published>2011-12-26T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T07:44:37.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>I decided I could make this&amp;nbsp;a really long and wordy post, or just post pictures with captions and then put a "play by play" of our weekend for my own journaling purposes. So, here are some pictures! Don't worry, I made sure not to get one decent picture of myself the whole weekend. Hope everyone had a merry christmas! We sure did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FOvTkDchdI/TviRWwDvssI/AAAAAAAABEo/RtOUu-A-coc/s1600/quinnlamb.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FOvTkDchdI/TviRWwDvssI/AAAAAAAABEo/RtOUu-A-coc/s320/quinnlamb.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was actually loving this lamb hat before the nativity scene...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9Kgi9X5wQ8/TviNglcAHsI/AAAAAAAABDQ/k20eeNhP9gU/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9Kgi9X5wQ8/TviNglcAHsI/AAAAAAAABDQ/k20eeNhP9gU/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course screaming and tugging at it during.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMkbFC_fW98/TviNvZukMNI/AAAAAAAABDY/5nviQPHpw4c/s1600/DSC_0090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMkbFC_fW98/TviNvZukMNI/AAAAAAAABDY/5nviQPHpw4c/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She walked out, grabbed the pillow pet and layed back down.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BRyDVsMUrXo/TviN7zBo6-I/AAAAAAAABDg/gzC8bl-1gzA/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BRyDVsMUrXo/TviN7zBo6-I/AAAAAAAABDg/gzC8bl-1gzA/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting in her new Utah Chair looking at Beauty and Beast from her stocking&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bB2XLxOTeD0/TviOBDynrmI/AAAAAAAABDo/IGknOCHAEzw/s1600/DSC_0107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bB2XLxOTeD0/TviOBDynrmI/AAAAAAAABDo/IGknOCHAEzw/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stood in line for 6 hours for this. I mean.. santa did.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LcvEO3Z7rWg/TviOPXvE08I/AAAAAAAABDw/SzbNASsbooI/s1600/DSC_0115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LcvEO3Z7rWg/TviOPXvE08I/AAAAAAAABDw/SzbNASsbooI/s320/DSC_0115.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We usually give eachother Pajamas every year on Christmas Eve, but since christmas was on a sunday we decided that a new sunday outfit would be fun for a change!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHsx-8VWdTc/TviOT7ae3XI/AAAAAAAABD4/5sOuPU5tAeQ/s1600/DSC_0138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHsx-8VWdTc/TviOT7ae3XI/AAAAAAAABD4/5sOuPU5tAeQ/s320/DSC_0138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;She was in heaven.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-FFYY0ahBc/TviOe2CxvOI/AAAAAAAABEA/DXaDMUT3NyE/s1600/DSC_0119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-FFYY0ahBc/TviOe2CxvOI/AAAAAAAABEA/DXaDMUT3NyE/s320/DSC_0119.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;John made this cute keepsake trunk for me! It has a gray Q on the front. I LOVE it!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mw51r7u-aww/TviOkOMgOaI/AAAAAAAABEI/ddaNZH41cjU/s1600/DSC_0122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mw51r7u-aww/TviOkOMgOaI/AAAAAAAABEI/ddaNZH41cjU/s320/DSC_0122.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ignore me and look at the inside, so cute! He gave me a cute journal to write down all the little things she does to keep in the trunk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_2TxB6Fu-8o/TviO1-9RWiI/AAAAAAAABEQ/AeKZarnxiLo/s1600/DSC_0164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_2TxB6Fu-8o/TviO1-9RWiI/AAAAAAAABEQ/AeKZarnxiLo/s320/DSC_0164.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In her christmas dress with her present from Ruby&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We did christmas all at my parents this year with a few exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve:&lt;br /&gt;5am-woke up really sick, rummaged through medicine cabinet looking for dayquil with a respectable expiration date. Success!&lt;br /&gt;6am-can't sleep still, read.&lt;br /&gt;7am- 8 mile run in 14 degree weather. Loved every second of it!&lt;br /&gt;8:30am-Breakfast with my parents&lt;br /&gt;12pm-Sherlock holmes with my family&lt;br /&gt;2:30pm-sugar cookie making with my family&lt;br /&gt;4:pm-leave to Christmas eve dinner/festivites with john's family&lt;br /&gt;7pm-Quinn opens her Christmas Pajamas&lt;br /&gt;8:30pm-leave to come home&lt;br /&gt;11:45pm-alarm goes off to set up santa gifts&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day:&lt;br /&gt;7am-Facetime with Jen/Rich to surprise Jen&lt;br /&gt;7:10 am- open gifts&lt;br /&gt;8:45am-Traditional One pan breakfast made by my dad&lt;br /&gt;10am-church with john's sister/parents and head over to their house after to exchange some gifts&lt;br /&gt;12pm-church with my parents (we got a double dose :D i was obnoxiously excited about christmas being on a sunday this year)&lt;br /&gt;1pm-come home, watch Kid History (uhhh, hilarious) nap, eat more sugar cookies etc&lt;br /&gt;5pm-dinner with my family&lt;br /&gt;6pm- gift exchange siblings/cousins/parents&lt;br /&gt;8pm-kick everyones trash at Dance Central&lt;br /&gt;11pm-stop talking and drag my tired bum to bed&lt;br /&gt;**I am a little mad at myself for not getting a picture of all of us in our new sunday clothes. Just had to add that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-3084706270315041534?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3084706270315041534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=3084706270315041534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3084706270315041534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3084706270315041534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-decided-i-could-make-this-really-long.html' title='Christmas 2011'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-4FOvTkDchdI/TviRWwDvssI/AAAAAAAABEo/RtOUu-A-coc/s72-c/quinnlamb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-6469376379031435939</id><published>2011-12-19T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T14:22:28.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinn 14 Months Video</title><content type='html'>Wow, I am on a blogging roll. Twice in less than 24 hours, who am I? Someone who needs a life I guess?Oh well, my last post was just a crumby christmas card post. Christmas cards are boring.if you don't get to open a letter.I know it, and you know it. John and I got our Christmas a little early this year so for the past couple of weeks I have been using it to get some of Quinn's mannerisms and words on film, she cooperates more when she can see herself performing. Some of the pictures are blurry, but overall I am happy with it considering it's my first try with iMovie. She's so cute....&lt;br /&gt;(the&amp;nbsp;end of the the movie is a little loud.. sorry. I also have a cold in the last part&amp;nbsp;so i sound extra manly. Just try to ignore it cause she's still cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z-yPYdxP-Xw?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-6469376379031435939?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6469376379031435939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=6469376379031435939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6469376379031435939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6469376379031435939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/12/quinn-14-months-video.html' title='Quinn 14 Months Video'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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://img.youtube.com/vi/z-yPYdxP-Xw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-3015798874364085574</id><published>2011-12-18T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T18:50:55.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cards- the lazy way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had made up this Christmas card about a month ago with every intention of sending it out. After being in charge of invitations for the baby shower and then sending out around 125 christmas cards (hand written addresses) for work, I'm a little Christmas-Carded out. So here it is for anyone who reads the blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mrUTAnicsn4/Tu6j3OY5D6I/AAAAAAAABDE/zRzSXJXGJhw/s1600/christmascard2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mrUTAnicsn4/Tu6j3OY5D6I/AAAAAAAABDE/zRzSXJXGJhw/s320/christmascard2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I pretty much put everything we do on here, but here is what the back said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you have all had a good year and that you are enjoying the holidays! This year has been so fun for us, we have been adjusting to being a family of 3 instead of 2! Quinn has been such an amazing blessing to our family and we couldn't imagine not having her around! She turned one on October 15th, and I couldn't believe how fast it went by! She is developing such a cute little personality, she loves to make people laugh, and is such a little sweetheart. She is pretty boy crazy already and chases Deacons around the halls at church with a huge smile on her face, Daddy isn't excited for her to become a teenager ;). She is developing quite the vocabulary and is a girl who knows what she wants! She loves people and gives out hugs like they are Andes mints. We love our sweet little girl! John has been working hard and going to school. He is so dedicated to both, and still makes time to spend with Quinn and I. Quinn&amp;nbsp; just can't get enough of her daddy and runs to the door whenever he gets home. He is such an amazing and attentive dad, I feel like such a lucky lady to be blessed with an amazing husband! When he is not in school or work, or doing homework he is keeping track of Utah Football (surprise, surprise) and doddling in photography. I am loving being a momma and am still learning one day at a time. I work two days a week for Coombs Orthodontics, and couldn't ask for a better part time job! I still get to be a full time momma and get a break every now and then ;). I have been getting more and more into running and have ran in a few events this year and have signed up for more next year! Other than that we are all just enjoying eachother's company and taking in every minute we can! Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Love, The Limburg's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-3015798874364085574?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3015798874364085574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=3015798874364085574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3015798874364085574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3015798874364085574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-cards-lazy-way.html' title='Christmas Cards- the lazy way'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-mrUTAnicsn4/Tu6j3OY5D6I/AAAAAAAABDE/zRzSXJXGJhw/s72-c/christmascard2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-8362495412055111364</id><published>2011-12-16T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T17:26:36.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Christmas Stuff..</title><content type='html'>Craziness. That has been my life lately. Last saturday I threw a baby shower for one of my friends in the morning then rushed home to get ready for our progressive dinner with John's family (a 5 hour event.. seriously.) It was good food, but again, I am super picky so I can't really do it justice. John is a saint to put up with all of my weirdness. Then on Thursday we had a work party just for the girls where we did a "favorite thing" from the year to give everyone. I gave everyone my nighttime face wash (yeah, I have two different ones. Anyone feel bad for john yet? I promise I am not high maintanence. usually) Then I rushed home to get me and quinn ready, pick up my mom and take quinn to John's sisters so we could go to the Motab Choir concert.&lt;br /&gt;We started off at Crown Burger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-humXVG7MFCI/Tuvu3pGnr4I/AAAAAAAABC0/ruMUInVRlBA/s1600/motab1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686901594179219330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-humXVG7MFCI/Tuvu3pGnr4I/AAAAAAAABC0/ruMUInVRlBA/s320/motab1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were able to park there for free, so then we walked up the street to the conference center. The guest performances were....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gx0P0P6w4fY/TuvuvVa1d8I/AAAAAAAABCo/Y-Dzz6PG1XY/s1600/motab2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686901451456346050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gx0P0P6w4fY/TuvuvVa1d8I/AAAAAAAABCo/Y-Dzz6PG1XY/s320/motab2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had no idea who Nathan Gunn was, but I grew up with Dr. Quinn and Somewhere in time (my mom is obsessed with Jane, hence the reason we took her) Turns out Mr. Gunn had won a grammy and has a really nice tenor voice. He is also kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;These were our seats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JmFa8k92seA/TuvuuvDqr0I/AAAAAAAABCc/94aEp4Dnl1M/s1600/motab3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686901441158623042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JmFa8k92seA/TuvuuvDqr0I/AAAAAAAABCc/94aEp4Dnl1M/s320/motab3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not too bad, I prefer to be more center buuuut whaddayado? The biggest problem was that I could see the teleprompter and watched that more than what was going on onstage. John kept turning my chin, but I just couldn't help it. My OCD went crazy whenever someone deviated from their script (it's normal, I know. Please don’t underestimate my crazy.)&lt;br /&gt;So what has Quinn been upto?&lt;br /&gt;Mostly reading up on the latest Cancer research and financial deficits regarding the national debt… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ktxLlO8PdY/TuvuuX9IKII/AAAAAAAABCQ/Q794Nn9enb4/s1600/motab4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686901434957179010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ktxLlO8PdY/TuvuuX9IKII/AAAAAAAABCQ/Q794Nn9enb4/s320/motab4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And drinking the Nectar of the Gods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWuxmJihVR8/TuvutIldJyI/AAAAAAAABB4/IFguWcRj-QI/s1600/dpquinn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686901413651490594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWuxmJihVR8/TuvutIldJyI/AAAAAAAABB4/IFguWcRj-QI/s320/dpquinn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-8362495412055111364?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8362495412055111364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=8362495412055111364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8362495412055111364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8362495412055111364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/12/more-christmas-stuff.html' title='More Christmas Stuff..'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-humXVG7MFCI/Tuvu3pGnr4I/AAAAAAAABC0/ruMUInVRlBA/s72-c/motab1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-3752488332630000305</id><published>2011-12-08T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T22:13:13.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dickens christmas Festival</title><content type='html'>This is will be a quick/sloppy post, but i wanted to make sure i posted it because it was fun and the next few days are CRAZY for me. We went down to salt lake to go to the Dicken's christmas festival. I didn't know what it was all about but it was basically a smaller version of Swiss Days only set to the "Scrooge" era. And i love that move so i ate it up!&lt;br /&gt;We ate yummy food. I had the fish&amp;amp;chips and john tried getting a Turkey leg, but they were gone so he settle for a Gyro. Look how excited he was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idIS6Xs8BOQ/TuGlayg4ZkI/AAAAAAAABBs/-RTXpX0FMpQ/s1600/dickens1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684006084373145154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idIS6Xs8BOQ/TuGlayg4ZkI/AAAAAAAABBs/-RTXpX0FMpQ/s320/dickens1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sad.&lt;br /&gt;We sampled ALOT of delicous jams/fudges/dips/breads. Quinn liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-492dbIeyBlk/TuGlajAvPEI/AAAAAAAABBg/058GAlLkBCU/s1600/dickens2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684006080211795010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-492dbIeyBlk/TuGlajAvPEI/AAAAAAAABBg/058GAlLkBCU/s320/dickens2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I even scored some cute new pants! I was in dyer need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_JgjVVfAEQ/TuGlaEQdtxI/AAAAAAAABBU/XvaDEr-deJg/s1600/dickensp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684006071956256530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_JgjVVfAEQ/TuGlaEQdtxI/AAAAAAAABBU/XvaDEr-deJg/s320/dickensp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(please don't make fun of my socks and hat-hair bangs. I promise they are cute when they haven't been squashed for 2 hours straight)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our trip was cut short so thats why there arent very many pictures. Poor quinn had had enough. It was fun though! &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/8915276055138824077-3752488332630000305?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3752488332630000305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=3752488332630000305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3752488332630000305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3752488332630000305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/12/dickens-christmas-festival.html' title='Dickens christmas Festival'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-idIS6Xs8BOQ/TuGlayg4ZkI/AAAAAAAABBs/-RTXpX0FMpQ/s72-c/dickens1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-4490663934126079805</id><published>2011-12-05T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T14:51:44.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRADITION!</title><content type='html'>(you know you are mormon and grew up in Idaho when the title of your blog post is from fiddler on the roof.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i just say that I have tripped and ate concrete sooo hard my last few runs? in the same spot. I am frustrated about it because i feel like i have no control over myself. I may or may not have said a swear word when i fell today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, on to the post. Saturday was the traditional "Adam's Family Christmas Party" for john's extended family on his mom's side. The tradition is you bring a basket and x amount of gifts for each basket. So you leave with a basket filled with "neighbor gift" type gifts. I hate coming up with stuff every year. But i usually find something cute so it turns out okay.&lt;br /&gt;Quinnalou and I took frontrunner to meet john because he had to work again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MDvKVw7NkH4/Tt1G_lbF7NI/AAAAAAAABBI/4d_s0MlRu0s/s1600/q%2526wfrontrunner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682776363002883282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MDvKVw7NkH4/Tt1G_lbF7NI/AAAAAAAABBI/4d_s0MlRu0s/s320/q%2526wfrontrunner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Never mind the drool coming off of her chin(s). She was standing at the window the whole time and i was on my phone, when i loooked over she had her face against the window. I thought she just liked the cold or something, but nope. She was licking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TyQhORjUOC4/Tt1GrvydvcI/AAAAAAAABBA/x5p5-vOZO_w/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682776022187883970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TyQhORjUOC4/Tt1GrvydvcI/AAAAAAAABBA/x5p5-vOZO_w/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the gifts i made. it's a hand towel and a washcloth. My mom's neighbor did these for her last year and i swore to do it for the party this year so it was nice to already know what i was doing. Didn't stop me from throwing them together the night before, though. The saying is really cute. And since i don't know anywhere to link you to I will just post it at the bottom so for anyone who wants to use it they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y0LQv3Qb8ng/Tt1GrdONF1I/AAAAAAAABAw/tYcsoeDoIeI/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682776017203959634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y0LQv3Qb8ng/Tt1GrdONF1I/AAAAAAAABAw/tYcsoeDoIeI/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another "tradition". I made it last year and we didn't really use it, so its a new tradition. It's an advent calendar. you fill the cute boxes with candy and.. you get the point, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bFlZ0Iv-zkk/Tt1GqeaovtI/AAAAAAAABAk/Rzwjywo7ZUA/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682776000344669906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bFlZ0Iv-zkk/Tt1GqeaovtI/AAAAAAAABAk/Rzwjywo7ZUA/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quinn gets the point....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-67-vMeycoAE/Tt1GpjVqLEI/AAAAAAAABAY/SOppN5KW0Gk/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682775984486100034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-67-vMeycoAE/Tt1GpjVqLEI/AAAAAAAABAY/SOppN5KW0Gk/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course decorating the tree. Quinn is in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6K429Wzl7E/Tt1GpT7Hc8I/AAAAAAAABAM/5xBdOMlpRC0/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682775980348240834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6K429Wzl7E/Tt1GpT7Hc8I/AAAAAAAABAM/5xBdOMlpRC0/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also, Quinn says "JESUS". And it's hilarious because its at the most random times. Church right now is smack in the middle of naptime so sacrament meeting is usually spent in the foyer. I have been going around saying "JESUS!" and pointing at the pictures for weeks, and a few weeks ago she points and says "DEEEZUZ" over and over. Then when we put the tree in our living room I was pointing saying "TREE!" and she points at the picture of christ and says "DEEZUZ! DEEEEEEZ!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also picks out the color red. No joke, the lady at old navy even heard her point and say "WEDD!" and was surprised cause she did it all on her own. i have a color book that I have been teaching her colors with, and NO jill i have not favored the color red ;). maybe john did though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, lots more tradition posts to come! don't get too excited...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;POEM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Christmas our ship has finally come in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We’re feeling so wealthy and rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of some small remembrance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year will be quite a switch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We’re giving a gift of high quality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more cheap presents for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s time we really went all out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don’t worry, it’s really no fuss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We considered giving you a sports car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe a tropical cruise ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we decided to be more practical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And give something you really could use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you might be shocked and a little surprised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To find not only one gift, but TWO ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope you will put your presents to work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s a WASHER &amp;amp; DRYER, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-4490663934126079805?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4490663934126079805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=4490663934126079805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4490663934126079805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4490663934126079805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/12/tradition.html' title='TRADITION!'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-MDvKVw7NkH4/Tt1G_lbF7NI/AAAAAAAABBI/4d_s0MlRu0s/s72-c/q%2526wfrontrunner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-329996722131484120</id><published>2011-12-01T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T14:57:21.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving, and I must be a really good poser.</title><content type='html'>SOOOOOO... I didn't exactly get any pictures on Thanksgiving. I do have one of John dropping me off at 6pm to go black friday shopping (LOTS of stories there....) and John's sister took one of our family but she hasn't emailed it or whatever to me yet. Oh well. It was good! We had dinner with John's family this year. Ifeel like I can't really say that the food was AMAZING because... I don't really like Thanksgiving food. I know, right? I literally had mashed potatoes- NO gravy (ew) and a roll or two with some veggies from the veggie tray while waiting for dinner. Yes, I got made fun of. That's usually all i have-no pie- this year however john's sister made a chocolate cream pie so i got to have pie too! I hate any pie that is not chocolate, peanutbutter or a mixture of the two. YES.. even pumpkin pie. especially. Everyone else ate a ton of it all so i guess if you're into that kinda thing it was good. Even though I don't like the food I still love the holiday and what it represents, I get really upset when it gets skipped.&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason, I get a lot of people at work/church/wherever asking me about running/workout things. I usually say "just because I do it everday doesn't mean I know what I am doing." And while I still maintain that, I decided I could put stuff like that on here anyway. Just so you all know, I am not a pro at all. I just do it because I can and it's fun. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;Q:(probably most frequently asked) How do you get up so early to run/go to the gym everyday?!&lt;br /&gt;A: #1 i have a running buddy most days. that way i know someone is expecting me to get my tush out of bed and meet them. I usually do the gym by myself so that is self motivation, but it helps me get in the mode of getting up early to run with a buddy most days&lt;br /&gt;#2 I get all my junk set out the night before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dE4Op9xyVxs/Ttf9g75fafI/AAAAAAAABAA/OiqG8WPjA14/s1600/PIC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681288197227637234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dE4Op9xyVxs/Ttf9g75fafI/AAAAAAAABAA/OiqG8WPjA14/s320/PIC_0043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right down to untying my shoelaces and separating my socks. Any roadblocks and I will turn right back around and get in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you drink protein drinks?&lt;br /&gt;A: yeah, sometimes. Usually after I run i'm not starving so I have one for breakfast. The below items are all from Walmart. I Highly reccomend the Blender Bottle. $6 and you dont have to clean your blender everyday, or wake the whole house (quinn) up at 6:30 am. And the chocolate is better if you wanted to know. and NO i don't take mine to the gym like the hard core guys do. I can wait the 5 minutes till i get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-852L2bCaNFY/Ttf9gtHDAtI/AAAAAAAAA_w/SGyxPqEuu5Y/s1600/PIC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681288193257964242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-852L2bCaNFY/Ttf9gtHDAtI/AAAAAAAAA_w/SGyxPqEuu5Y/s320/PIC_0053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Q: What's your favorite workout clothing brand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: i really like Under Armour. Love the fit, Love the quality, Love it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWRHVuBCcpg/Ttf9gXlKjTI/AAAAAAAAA_o/7mcs2UGBQdg/s1600/PIC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681288187478707506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWRHVuBCcpg/Ttf9gXlKjTI/AAAAAAAAA_o/7mcs2UGBQdg/s320/PIC_0052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even though more often than not I run in my old race shirts. These two are my favorite. The white TOU is short sleeve and the green Classic is long sleeved. They suffice and I get them "Free" with my race registration so why not use 'em?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O83XbG7S4rY/Ttf9KQfqanI/AAAAAAAAA_g/yV1HnGgCFV8/s1600/PIC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681287807619459698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O83XbG7S4rY/Ttf9KQfqanI/AAAAAAAAA_g/yV1HnGgCFV8/s320/PIC_0050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Q: how do you know how far you've run?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: My garmin. If you buy nothing else, buy one of these. They have new models, but I am in love with mine. Even if its huge, You can't go wrong with a Garmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g0s2Aj6FIcs/Ttf9KGPIk_I/AAAAAAAAA_M/btb9yMYxNoA/s1600/PIC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681287804865778674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g0s2Aj6FIcs/Ttf9KGPIk_I/AAAAAAAAA_M/btb9yMYxNoA/s320/PIC_0047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Q: what kind of shoes do you run in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Asics. I used to run in Nikes when i would run a mile or two here and there, but once i got more serious about it I learned they suck. I switched to Asics a couple years ago and never looked back. They are the best. ** I have not tried the new Nike Lunarglide, i hear they are nice, but if i'm gonna spend $100 on shoes, I'd rather KNOW they are amazing than HOPE they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_LitDOPuYg/Ttf9JyyrGpI/AAAAAAAAA_E/g-xx9vQdugk/s1600/PIC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681287799646132882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_LitDOPuYg/Ttf9JyyrGpI/AAAAAAAAA_E/g-xx9vQdugk/s320/PIC_0045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also get asked about jogging strollers. I have a BOB, and have never had another brand so I don't know how they are in comparison, but i like mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This next part isn't as much questions but more of "Things I wished I had learned sooner"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-USE VASELINE. I get blisters between my toes while running that pop at some point during and bleed all over my socks and shoes (TMI?), and i used to put bandaids on them to protect them, but they dried my toes out really bad. Now I use vaseline all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qcHrNcM-xLo/Ttf9JZqGcaI/AAAAAAAAA-8/oREHwKDwTXY/s1600/PIC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681287792899289506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qcHrNcM-xLo/Ttf9JZqGcaI/AAAAAAAAA-8/oREHwKDwTXY/s320/PIC_0048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-it takes time to get your lungs used to running in the cold, they might burn the first few times if you haven't been running through the transition weather from hot-cold, so be prepared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-its easier to skip stretching before your run on COLD runs and speed walk for the first bit. that way you warm your muscles and joints up and not just stretching cold muscles, but still stretch afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-NEVER set your stuff out before your baby goes to bed. She frequently would come in my room, grab the vaseline and squish her hands in it. Hilarious, yes. Fun to clean up, absolutley not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3JSRGXasqLo/Ttf9JYUU3FI/AAAAAAAAA-s/WI-VpguL9Aw/s1600/PIC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681287792539524178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3JSRGXasqLo/Ttf9JYUU3FI/AAAAAAAAA-s/WI-VpguL9Aw/s320/PIC_0045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, I don't really know what I am talking about, but now those people that ask these questions and read my blog know the answers. ANd if anyone else is a runner/excerciser/likes workout things and has answers/opinions/ tips please leave them in the comments because I like to hear what other people do because usually everyone knows more than me!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-329996722131484120?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/329996722131484120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=329996722131484120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/329996722131484120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/329996722131484120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanksgiving-and-i-must-be-really-good.html' title='Thanksgiving, and I must be a really good poser.'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-dE4Op9xyVxs/Ttf9g75fafI/AAAAAAAABAA/OiqG8WPjA14/s72-c/PIC_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-3952092522280744653</id><published>2011-11-20T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:59:08.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Post-take 2</title><content type='html'>Here are some more pictures I found, that didn't make a blog/facebook-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one was a few weeks ago at Taipan looking for stockings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6hdlDKLXPaA/TslLnrFF6uI/AAAAAAAAADI/mtT0jk9TivI/s1600/taipan.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677151950228286178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6hdlDKLXPaA/TslLnrFF6uI/AAAAAAAAADI/mtT0jk9TivI/s320/taipan.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was after our date/my work party last night, I burnt my tongue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gau7pfSLxQM/TslLnYFtNsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vG7jX_C9gMU/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677151945130587842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gau7pfSLxQM/TslLnYFtNsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vG7jX_C9gMU/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a few weeks ago at walmart, we have a video where I 'm trying to take this away from her and end up pulling the whole cart and she yells at me, but I can't get it to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U8csNxFQNN4/TslLapUtxHI/AAAAAAAAACo/_8KzG7Li4-A/s1600/quinnswoop.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677151726418642034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U8csNxFQNN4/TslLapUtxHI/AAAAAAAAACo/_8KzG7Li4-A/s320/quinnswoop.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at my mom's house one night for dinner, she was sooo tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wNvX93mbzIE/TslLaMf-qmI/AAAAAAAAACc/xZHSC_Iom5E/s1600/quinnsleep.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677151718681258594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wNvX93mbzIE/TslLaMf-qmI/AAAAAAAAACc/xZHSC_Iom5E/s320/quinnsleep.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are bloopers from Shoshone falls, this one looks like John and I were square dancing, I'm not sure what we were doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75MKzFZUKkQ/TslLXwZxTsI/AAAAAAAAACU/1HmUWRenGOY/s1600/blooper3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677151676779286210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75MKzFZUKkQ/TslLXwZxTsI/AAAAAAAAACU/1HmUWRenGOY/s320/blooper3.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And No one was even aware of this picture being taken, not even my mom who took the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hd9hbSNsw4I/TslLX1hCfzI/AAAAAAAAACA/TCu-DX5dxNs/s1600/blooper2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677151678151950130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hd9hbSNsw4I/TslLX1hCfzI/AAAAAAAAACA/TCu-DX5dxNs/s320/blooper2.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was windy, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GSED4e6rpSc/TslLXhaBOBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/m1ONsHK_mAM/s1600/blooper1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677151672753797138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GSED4e6rpSc/TslLXhaBOBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/m1ONsHK_mAM/s320/blooper1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and that's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not much else is going on, like I said John and I went to my work party last night. My boss took all of us and our spouses out to Tepanyaki, and things have been so crazy lately John and I decided to take full advantage and use it as a datenight. It was so fun, i wish I got a picture with everyone because I seriously love the girls I work with sooooo much. John gets along with their husbands really well so it works out good for him too (he gets along with everyone though soooo...) Afterwards I made him take me to Dick's so I could look at compression shorts/socks. I have to go to the mall now because that's where they put it, luckily it has it's own entrance so i didn't really have to go through the mall to get there. Then john retaliated by making me go to the REDzone store - its all things UTAH football. It wasn't really bad I don't mind. Then we stopped off for some 7-11 hot chocolate cause that's the best, and went home to snuggle. john watched every football game on tv and Quinn and I fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quinn is so funny lately, she loves to make us laugh. She is such a ham and it is so cute! She is a little walker now and it is hilarious to see her trucking around in her 3-6 month sweat pants. We are just preparing for the holidays and i am trying not to stress too much with everything I have to accomplish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-3952092522280744653?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3952092522280744653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=3952092522280744653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3952092522280744653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3952092522280744653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/11/picture-post-take-2.html' title='Picture Post-take 2'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-6hdlDKLXPaA/TslLnrFF6uI/AAAAAAAAADI/mtT0jk9TivI/s72-c/taipan.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-1897277729173930180</id><published>2011-11-14T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:53:36.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Foozball.</title><content type='html'>(ten points to anyone who can guess what movie the title of my blog is from)&lt;br /&gt;There was a Utah game on Saturday, and I have only been to TWO this whole season! It has just been so busy, but luckily we were able to sell them and come out on top or break even each time. I was determined to go on saturday though, even though I looked more like I was going snowboarding than to a football game.&lt;br /&gt;We dropped Quinn off at John's parents house so his mom could watch her, she opened the curtains origninally to see his parents dog, but saw the snow instead and was completely mesmerized. Notice how she is on her toes... she does this all the time. I think she is self concious of her shorty legs.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0weIdwna6s/TsHC4rcdYuI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Q51d2ye3K3w/s1600/10.12.11.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675031284454089442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0weIdwna6s/TsHC4rcdYuI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Q51d2ye3K3w/s320/10.12.11.1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got to the game and it looked like a christmas tree, it was kind of cool - even though i'm against all things christmas until AFTER Thanksgiving. I hate how it gets skipped.. but that's another subject for another time. They had to shovel where the yard lines are and right before the game started one of the shovelers did a crooked line on the 30 yard line and my OCD was going insane the entire game. John wouldn't even take a picture of it because he knew how much it bugged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqYPGqMJOyE/TsHC4dgz2uI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ESJ1Gqbr0yA/s1600/10.12.11.2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675031280714242786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqYPGqMJOyE/TsHC4dgz2uI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ESJ1Gqbr0yA/s320/10.12.11.2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See.. soo not kidding about wearing our snowboarding gear. Right down to the underarmour and snowboarding pants. It was a bad day to discover that the only snow boots I own are snowboarding boots. I don't really do much else in the snow. i was tempted to wear them but climbing slick bleachers in those suckers didn't sound like the brightest idea. My feet were freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hVtV1i2iolg/TsHC3zokJdI/AAAAAAAAA9M/o1_MtGF38b4/s1600/10.12.11.3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675031269472478674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hVtV1i2iolg/TsHC3zokJdI/AAAAAAAAA9M/o1_MtGF38b4/s320/10.12.11.3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I am complaining alot.. but we DID survive. it wasn't too bad actually, and it was fun. This is in the car on the way home, the flash was really bright and I was trying not to blink.... Maybe blinking would have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G29ZdjTmKAo/TsHC3_xKRCI/AAAAAAAAA9A/4h_8u5dI4Gg/s1600/10.12.11.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675031272729756706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G29ZdjTmKAo/TsHC3_xKRCI/AAAAAAAAA9A/4h_8u5dI4Gg/s320/10.12.11.4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They pulled off a win and it was a really good game. Only one more this season! I realized that this is my SIXTH time having season tickets.. crazy. I really do love going to the games and I actually know what I am talking about/what is going on most of the time, compared to my first season where I was like... "so wait... they can't grab his face mask and pull him around?" and "what's a PI?". John is so proud... I bet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-1897277729173930180?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1897277729173930180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=1897277729173930180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1897277729173930180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1897277729173930180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/11/foozball.html' title='The Foozball.'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-n0weIdwna6s/TsHC4rcdYuI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Q51d2ye3K3w/s72-c/10.12.11.1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-1044268621835658440</id><published>2011-11-10T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T07:47:07.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickies.</title><content type='html'>We have all been diseased this past week. I went to bed last tuesday night with a killer sore throat and it just went downhill from there. It probably didn't help that I still got up at 5:45 to run in 30 degree temps. I stuck to the gym the past two days because it hurts my chest really bad to breathe and I still have that deep chesty cough. Quinn is finally feeling better I think, she hadn't been sleeping very well and last night she slept 9 hours straight, like a champ. I finally didn't feel like death when I woke up this morning but my chest still killed on the elliptical this morning. Oh well, I'll take it. John was sick for all of 3 days, I would kill to have his immune system. Nothing else has been going on, we are getting family pictures today, so hopefully that goes well. I have only taken one picture in the past week, and it is a crummy cell phone picture. I guessed I probably looked pretty rough on my third day of misery, due to the fact that I couldn't breathe through my nose and hadn't slept hardly at all, so I figured that I had a dopey face. This picture proved my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3JxcuSRrI_o/TrvwAeVLzHI/AAAAAAAAA80/FaqcZaMlShM/s1600/sick..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673392046535855218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3JxcuSRrI_o/TrvwAeVLzHI/AAAAAAAAA80/FaqcZaMlShM/s320/sick..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I might try this pose for pictures today. Super flattering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-1044268621835658440?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1044268621835658440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=1044268621835658440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1044268621835658440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1044268621835658440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/11/sickies.html' title='Sickies.'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-3JxcuSRrI_o/TrvwAeVLzHI/AAAAAAAAA80/FaqcZaMlShM/s72-c/sick..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-8765737309300496310</id><published>2011-11-01T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T08:10:14.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho,Halloween,Hangover.</title><content type='html'>I am trying to be better about "journaling' things we do, but since I am not great at it yet i am combining our twin falls trip from this weekend and halloween into one post.&lt;br /&gt;We went to visit my brother and his family in Twin Falls on friday night. We got there around 9:30 so we just visited and went to bed. The next morning they made us an awesome blueberry pancake breakfast with eggs and bacon, then it was off to my nephew's flag football game. They won and it was so fun to get to watch him play! After that we drove the grueling 7 minute drive from their house to Shoshone falls. All the pictures are below in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pWniWZ2oBkE/TrAHMfYMcLI/AAAAAAAAA6k/r8_ELsxpZzo/s1600/twinfalls"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670039842022256818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pWniWZ2oBkE/TrAHMfYMcLI/AAAAAAAAA6k/r8_ELsxpZzo/s320/twinfalls" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one of me and john was actually in the canyon-which is 10 minutes in the other direction from their house- when john and i snuck away for a quick walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7_hNsVm1DM/TrAHMEkckXI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/PjItYXyVFFk/s1600/photo_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670039834825888114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7_hNsVm1DM/TrAHMEkckXI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/PjItYXyVFFk/s320/photo_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shoshone falls sign-see no particular order. I am hungover today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BrTbV_pL_OA/TrAHL5INBzI/AAAAAAAAA6M/IylQ_Zr68ZQ/s1600/FD1ECF8E-C993-4EC2-BB41-B1B5718197AB.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670039831754639154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BrTbV_pL_OA/TrAHL5INBzI/AAAAAAAAA6M/IylQ_Zr68ZQ/s320/FD1ECF8E-C993-4EC2-BB41-B1B5718197AB.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yV7oTguSnJM/TrAHLT_ivLI/AAAAAAAAA6A/KNvV0wAlpTU/s1600/B09119BC-7BBD-49DB-AF72-BE9E78019DD5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670039821786201266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yV7oTguSnJM/TrAHLT_ivLI/AAAAAAAAA6A/KNvV0wAlpTU/s320/B09119BC-7BBD-49DB-AF72-BE9E78019DD5.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The family at the falls, my mom was behind the camera and Jill stayed back with Luke at home so he could nap. I don't know where tyler went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4t3z902NxBQ/TrAHLad0RPI/AAAAAAAAA50/ceAcfxzw290/s1600/B62D00E9-4BA7-42A8-9D89-87B83755813C.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670039823523792114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4t3z902NxBQ/TrAHLad0RPI/AAAAAAAAA50/ceAcfxzw290/s320/B62D00E9-4BA7-42A8-9D89-87B83755813C.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the parking lot/viewing area, we were getting misted all the way over here! The falls were really big today, and fun fact they are actually TALLER than Niagara Falls. NOt bigger, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUwO4qleKs4/TrAGkbhKghI/AAAAAAAAA5o/-ZmADgtdkc4/s1600/6B0DB146-E087-431E-A7AF-6348A5DD54D3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670039153791369746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUwO4qleKs4/TrAGkbhKghI/AAAAAAAAA5o/-ZmADgtdkc4/s320/6B0DB146-E087-431E-A7AF-6348A5DD54D3.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WjEia-FpWD0/TrAGj4aU46I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/OIyT22jPO9s/s1600/3AD2E914-42BC-46F5-82D2-E8B1CCE439B0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670039144367448994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WjEia-FpWD0/TrAGj4aU46I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/OIyT22jPO9s/s320/3AD2E914-42BC-46F5-82D2-E8B1CCE439B0.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the only two pictures I got on halloween. It started out pretty good, I did the Gym thing early in the morning, hit the grocery store, got alot of stuff done and then took quinn into john's work to go trick or treating. Thats when we realized we forgot her witch hat at john's parents. I was bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VlPnSqdnAIM/TrAGjdImiqI/AAAAAAAAA5E/5bgFl258FBQ/s1600/photo_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670039137045351074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VlPnSqdnAIM/TrAGjdImiqI/AAAAAAAAA5E/5bgFl258FBQ/s320/photo_5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then we came home and hung out with some family. I then proceeded to eat way too much candy. so did quinn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_2th_qf504/TrAGjA3gefI/AAAAAAAAA44/wduKTA2aEyQ/s1600/quinn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670039129457457650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_2th_qf504/TrAGjA3gefI/AAAAAAAAA44/wduKTA2aEyQ/s320/quinn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we were going to take her to a few houses, but she has kindof had a cold the past couple days so we kept her in and gave her lots of sugar. I am waiting for my 'parent of the year' award to arrive in the mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of mail... i got the mail yesterday and saw an envelope from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I opened it and we scored 4 tickets to the MOTAB Christmas concert!! i was sooo excited! Jane Seymour and some other guy are going to be there and since both of our moms are obsessed with her we are taking them. It should be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently nursing my sugar hangover. I was going to get up early and do my run, but couldn't get out of bed. I forced myself to eat a small protein shake and 1/4 of a banana and i'm feeling better. I am hoping to be able to stomp the rest of it out on the pavement, but it just started snowing....I'm still gonna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-8765737309300496310?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8765737309300496310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=8765737309300496310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8765737309300496310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8765737309300496310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/11/idahohalloweenhangover.html' title='Idaho,Halloween,Hangover.'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-pWniWZ2oBkE/TrAHMfYMcLI/AAAAAAAAA6k/r8_ELsxpZzo/s72-c/twinfalls' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-6276309049805795169</id><published>2011-10-27T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:31:20.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some really low quality pictures of our halloween costumes</title><content type='html'>We had the Limburg family Halloween party on Tuesday at John's parents house. John and I threw our costumes together really fast the night before, and Quinn was a cute little witch! Tuesday was a crazy busy day so all of these pictures are low quality cell phone pictures because I don't charge my camera ever. John and I were going to go as Jack and Sally from The Nightmare before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;So this is pretty much my costume, dark purple eyeshadow and i did some more scars on my wrists and legs, and wore a peice-y skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0jheNI5DzdY/TqmbMi_7c_I/AAAAAAAAA4s/3wrf6uYRF3I/s1600/whit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668232245878158322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0jheNI5DzdY/TqmbMi_7c_I/AAAAAAAAA4s/3wrf6uYRF3I/s320/whit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I promise I wasn't trying to look like a goth, i was trying to get all my scars in the picture to show john and if i smiled it scrunched up my face scars. I think the leather jacket didn't help to soften my image any. I also didn't think about the fact that I had to get gas, and should have done it before I had this dumb makeup on. I felt ridiculous and the lady in the car next to me kept glancing over to see if they were real or something? i don't know. It was a bad judgement call.&lt;br /&gt;And here is my cute little witch at the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YpPtJgRqs1w/TqmbMfM3nCI/AAAAAAAAA4g/cZfS0JqUids/s1600/quinnwitch2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668232244858690594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YpPtJgRqs1w/TqmbMfM3nCI/AAAAAAAAA4g/cZfS0JqUids/s320/quinnwitch2.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She had some cute boots with buckles on them, but they are kind of a hassle to get on and Quinn decided to be miss diva that night so it was a no go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNSI7XCpxtU/TqmbLwgc_uI/AAAAAAAAA4U/moXikpJagaY/s1600/quinnwitch1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668232232324366050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNSI7XCpxtU/TqmbLwgc_uI/AAAAAAAAA4U/moXikpJagaY/s320/quinnwitch1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She also jams all the time. Like, it is really hard for her to just be still and not dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't get a family picture because I had to pick john up from work and kind of forgot half of his costume so he didn't dress up at all. I think my sister in law got a picture of all of us, but who knows if i will ever see it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally set a date for real family pictures. I had to manuever around Utah Football, but it finally got set. Now i am just stressing about where to have them, what we should wear, colors etc.. i have an idea in mind, but mostly I just don't want cookie cutter family pictures. I like the vintage look in pictures so like rosey pink, lace, cream, light blue with really light backlight and fields,but I am not sure what I will be able to find. and if there will be a good location. If anyone has any ideas of cool places to get pictures done in utah i am taking suggestions!&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/8915276055138824077-6276309049805795169?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6276309049805795169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=6276309049805795169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6276309049805795169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6276309049805795169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/10/some-really-low-quality-pictures-of-our.html' title='some really low quality pictures of our halloween costumes'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-0jheNI5DzdY/TqmbMi_7c_I/AAAAAAAAA4s/3wrf6uYRF3I/s72-c/whit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-7443561327592485881</id><published>2011-10-23T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T20:48:19.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Festivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPEtn6zPr0s/TqTdOXpAchI/AAAAAAAAA4A/DlPhlBi-i8M/s1600/DSC_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666897470072844818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPEtn6zPr0s/TqTdOXpAchI/AAAAAAAAA4A/DlPhlBi-i8M/s320/DSC_0361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we all met up at my parent's house this afternoon to carve up some pumpkins. I like carving, but hate the feel of the guts so i let john do it. Luckily, he likes that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u2F3ZXJtx18/TqTdN1uEShI/AAAAAAAAA3w/DURWgQVc8YU/s1600/DSC_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666897460967262738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u2F3ZXJtx18/TqTdN1uEShI/AAAAAAAAA3w/DURWgQVc8YU/s320/DSC_0368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to carve a Q for Quinn since she couldn't really help carve. It was okay because she went around spreading the love to grandma bowman and cousin sunny. She is such a people person, she definitely gets that from her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BMcKsMmzzBM/TqTdNusrh4I/AAAAAAAAA3g/U6K4ZLEEeGg/s1600/DSC_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666897459082397570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BMcKsMmzzBM/TqTdNusrh4I/AAAAAAAAA3g/U6K4ZLEEeGg/s320/DSC_0373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she does this new thing when she waves, she contorts her whole arm in the most uncomfortable position possible, then crunches her fingers to wave 'hi'. Its adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I guess when I give the camera to John I can expect pictures like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jyEcw5dtLY4/TqTdNC-q6gI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/3_hkYi5JLOo/s1600/DSC_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666897447346694658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jyEcw5dtLY4/TqTdNC-q6gI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/3_hkYi5JLOo/s320/DSC_0375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_07Dh16vgaU/TqTdM9ujc8I/AAAAAAAAA3M/9MOd6w_U95c/s1600/DSC_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666897445936919490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_07Dh16vgaU/TqTdM9ujc8I/AAAAAAAAA3M/9MOd6w_U95c/s320/DSC_0376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My two Q's. I took her away from sunny to get a picture. i know, i'm awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXVIQRyW2fU/TqTcpirgUsI/AAAAAAAAA20/AWKVNvbAqok/s1600/DSC_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666896837380952770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXVIQRyW2fU/TqTcpirgUsI/AAAAAAAAA20/AWKVNvbAqok/s320/DSC_0386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I drew the "pattern" free hand. It turned out pretty good if you consider the fact that I can barely draw a stick figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-92cyDGaaJco/TqTcpNE8fuI/AAAAAAAAA2s/91Hf4cfMByc/s1600/photo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666896831582076642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-92cyDGaaJco/TqTcpNE8fuI/AAAAAAAAA2s/91Hf4cfMByc/s320/photo2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John, Quinn and the Pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ty5ZGEFIdzc/TqTcoUNltfI/AAAAAAAAA2c/poNi72JWv4I/s1600/photo4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666896816317511154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ty5ZGEFIdzc/TqTcoUNltfI/AAAAAAAAA2c/poNi72JWv4I/s320/photo4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My adorable family. Don't mind the classy sweats, wouldn't want all that making-my-husband-gut-the-pumpkin to make my jeans dirty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DpkGZlVxQrM/TqTcn5DehRI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/xbP2NB06Oec/s1600/photo5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666896809027339538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DpkGZlVxQrM/TqTcn5DehRI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/xbP2NB06Oec/s320/photo5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we are loving the fall! I wish it could last until spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-7443561327592485881?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/7443561327592485881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=7443561327592485881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7443561327592485881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7443561327592485881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-festivities.html' title='Fall Festivities'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-iPEtn6zPr0s/TqTdOXpAchI/AAAAAAAAA4A/DlPhlBi-i8M/s72-c/DSC_0361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-5889994380699720103</id><published>2011-10-22T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T21:06:04.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun and I've still got it? (ha)</title><content type='html'>John works at an investment company in Downtown Salt Lake, they each have to work one saturday a month and today was John's Saturday. We decided since it was kinda lame he had to work Quinn and I would take the train and meet him downtown and spend the rest of the day together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sQAWErUzE4U/TqOAB6eK7zI/AAAAAAAAA14/CvyUBDfhQAc/s1600/quinntrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666513526526242610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sQAWErUzE4U/TqOAB6eK7zI/AAAAAAAAA14/CvyUBDfhQAc/s320/quinntrain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loves the train, but i usually get her out because she hates her carseat. It was a little crowded today so I left her in. She was upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BkQlYXF6-s/TqOABdfHUPI/AAAAAAAAA1s/S2kPtPzxEHE/s1600/quinntrain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666513518745571570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BkQlYXF6-s/TqOABdfHUPI/AAAAAAAAA1s/S2kPtPzxEHE/s320/quinntrain2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I gave her a graham cracker and her sippy cup and she was fine after that. :D&lt;br /&gt;when we first got there, I totally got hit on by some college age smoker dude. With a ring on and Quinn in a stroller. he actually said "So, the baby (out of the side of his mouth now) she's not your's huh." not even a question. he totally assumed. as if i run around taking other people's kids on frontrunner? He was very nice when he found out she was mine, and complimented me, saying he never would have guessed i had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;I would be lying if i said it wasn't flattering, but I would MUCH rather spend my time with this handsome non-smoking fella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NcGsBJoffgE/TqN_g-9kfkI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ZdWY6t_M1Ik/s1600/johnny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666512960795999810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NcGsBJoffgE/TqN_g-9kfkI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ZdWY6t_M1Ik/s320/johnny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Which is what i did. John Picked us up and we went to chick-fil-a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QU4L3NuxT3w/TqN_gl4rGGI/AAAAAAAAA1I/A4-SYyNfPhM/s1600/quinneat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666512954064574562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QU4L3NuxT3w/TqN_gl4rGGI/AAAAAAAAA1I/A4-SYyNfPhM/s320/quinneat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quinn likes to people watch... originally I was breaking up my bun but she tought that took too much time away from watching all the kids run around so when I wasn't paying attention she grabbed the whole bun and started eating it. I guess she can do that now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went to the mall. I HATE malls. Except for one, because it has this store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p9Khc1TPhhY/TqN_feVkYiI/AAAAAAAAA0w/tsIAYzvH10g/s1600/fashionplace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666512934858416674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p9Khc1TPhhY/TqN_feVkYiI/AAAAAAAAA0w/tsIAYzvH10g/s320/fashionplace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and soon an H&amp;amp;M so i will love it even more. John likes the apple store so its win-win.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to johns parents house to watch the Utah game in their basement, where Quinn snapped this super flattering picture of me eating my 50th handful of chocolate covered almonds..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwGiT-BSlN8/TqN_fC7kGDI/AAAAAAAAA0k/L7VoXlAmxyM/s1600/whiteat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666512927501588530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwGiT-BSlN8/TqN_fC7kGDI/AAAAAAAAA0k/L7VoXlAmxyM/s320/whiteat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yep. still got it.&lt;br /&gt;I heard a couple funny sentences today that i deemed worth sharing:&lt;br /&gt;guy on train: (VERY non chalantly to lady sitting near him) "yeah, I tried killing myself last week."John: (talking about a lady he works with ) "Lisa said 'everytime I go into Victoria's secret, I think of whit." (the PINK section was what she was referring to. I promise I don't go around wearing lingerie into john's work... usually. but it still sounds funny.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-5889994380699720103?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5889994380699720103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=5889994380699720103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5889994380699720103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5889994380699720103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/10/family-fun-and-ive-still-got-it-ha.html' title='Family Fun and I&apos;ve still got it? (ha)'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-sQAWErUzE4U/TqOAB6eK7zI/AAAAAAAAA14/CvyUBDfhQAc/s72-c/quinntrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-507953545074561095</id><published>2011-10-16T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T10:06:37.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Quinn is ONE!</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe how fast the last year went by. I feel like I blinked and all of the sudden it's a year later. BUT, it has been the BEST year! John and I both feel that, besides getting married, she is the best thing that has ever happened to us! We took ALOT of pictures, so this is a picture-packed post of our Quinner's first Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;We woke her up and sang 'Happy Birthday' to her and brought in her first present from us, this awesome V-Tech train that she can ride or take the seat off and walk with. It also has these blocks that she can put in the side and it tells her what they are. That is just the tip of the iceberg, this train is awesome and does everything and she LOVES it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4S9qC9QNK5M/TpsJpc_lRbI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/EY6wCmYtQFg/s1600/DSC_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664131564110693810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4S9qC9QNK5M/TpsJpc_lRbI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/EY6wCmYtQFg/s320/DSC_0221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I mainly posted this picture because of her awesome bed-head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hDjwwizsMoA/TpsJpexkFhI/AAAAAAAAA0M/sXJ8Pn-xA-A/s1600/DSC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664131564588766738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hDjwwizsMoA/TpsJpexkFhI/AAAAAAAAA0M/sXJ8Pn-xA-A/s320/DSC_0223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7DDnWx0b_Qk/TpsJov7SaJI/AAAAAAAAA0E/62uOzA79ZN0/s1600/DSC_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664131552013084818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7DDnWx0b_Qk/TpsJov7SaJI/AAAAAAAAA0E/62uOzA79ZN0/s320/DSC_0228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I pushed her on it for a bit and she was in heaven, she played with this thing all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_isx3XKuP20/TpsJoUqEANI/AAAAAAAAAz0/0DalH9IrgYU/s1600/DSC_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664131544693080274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_isx3XKuP20/TpsJoUqEANI/AAAAAAAAAz0/0DalH9IrgYU/s320/DSC_0240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Grandma and Grandpa Bowman in her Birthday outfit. I was out running when John took this so I am not sure if they were laughing or what, but I thought it was an awesome picture either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X13F0lzvEJU/TpsI9OVZPsI/AAAAAAAAAzk/sIHl8v6E3fY/s1600/DSC_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664130804261404354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X13F0lzvEJU/TpsI9OVZPsI/AAAAAAAAAzk/sIHl8v6E3fY/s320/DSC_0232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still playing with it her train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rx18nPP_igI/TpsI89YAcHI/AAAAAAAAAzc/laKFh4wxQpU/s1600/DSC_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664130799708958834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rx18nPP_igI/TpsI89YAcHI/AAAAAAAAAzc/laKFh4wxQpU/s320/DSC_0245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Making Cupcakes, NO makeup and my hair isn't done. Sorry. I eventually pulled it together though, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zfXuIDXCS-A/TpsI8B1uVdI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/TXxqYwGt7EY/s1600/DSC_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664130783727474130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zfXuIDXCS-A/TpsI8B1uVdI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/TXxqYwGt7EY/s320/DSC_0250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I was going to make "from Scratch" cupcakes becuase I have an amazing recipe thanks to my SIL Kalia, but when I was getting food coloring I had the best idea. I Saw the Cherry-Chip box stuff and thought, if I could make turquoise-y cupcakes and have the red chips in them and red frosting that would be awesome. So i did. and it was. The frosting was from-scratch so i still get points there, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-An54Ju3u-qI/TpsI8HicNCI/AAAAAAAAAzA/b7_rNWy3tIQ/s1600/DSC_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664130785257206818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-An54Ju3u-qI/TpsI8HicNCI/AAAAAAAAAzA/b7_rNWy3tIQ/s320/DSC_0252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spread. We also had Ice cream, but here are my finished cupcakes. And no, sadly I did not make her smash cake. I wish. We bought it and it was adorable, this picture doesn't have the chocolate "Quinn" on it because it started melting so we had to put it in the freezer until right before we gave it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7-R-T8mR0M/TpsI79VTVaI/AAAAAAAAAy4/iUMGKZ-Gwo0/s1600/DSC_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664130782517745058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7-R-T8mR0M/TpsI79VTVaI/AAAAAAAAAy4/iUMGKZ-Gwo0/s320/DSC_0255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The table, we also had little "thank you" take home treats for the cousins that were in clear treat bags with turquoise tags and red cutsie ribbons, but i forgot to get pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rj15UndSjBo/TpsH9j_fpJI/AAAAAAAAAyw/j2DprRC32CU/s1600/DSC_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664129710563501202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rj15UndSjBo/TpsH9j_fpJI/AAAAAAAAAyw/j2DprRC32CU/s320/DSC_0267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cake with the chocolate Quinn, this place did SUCH a good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vzPpwfnyFWk/TpsH9u3sIoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/-cQF1eYQ760/s1600/DSC_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664129713483555458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vzPpwfnyFWk/TpsH9u3sIoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/-cQF1eYQ760/s320/DSC_0270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quinn and Grandma Limburg, so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45uX5ELYwjs/TpsH9PkWnsI/AAAAAAAAAyU/LzvWc4A9tK8/s1600/DSC_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664129705080954562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45uX5ELYwjs/TpsH9PkWnsI/AAAAAAAAAyU/LzvWc4A9tK8/s320/DSC_0272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we opened presents, this little girl got SPOILED! Once she saw that bead thing, she could have cared less about the rest of the presents, I had to hide it so we could get through the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xquCKug5SGs/TpsH8_Ej2uI/AAAAAAAAAyI/48NsjtDDyE8/s1600/DSC_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664129700652636898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xquCKug5SGs/TpsH8_Ej2uI/AAAAAAAAAyI/48NsjtDDyE8/s320/DSC_0279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(see, I eventually took out the pony and threw on some Makeup.)&lt;br /&gt;SUPER cute dress from grandma and grandpa Bowman that I wanted for her for a while! She also got hooked up on pajamas, dresses, toys and books. Grandma Limburg got her a pair of pink ruffly pantaloons ( i think thats what they are called?) I will have to get a picture because they are adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FvI25nteeU/TpsH8SDGlmI/AAAAAAAAAx8/flGxJ2_WT-k/s1600/DSC_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664129688566928994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FvI25nteeU/TpsH8SDGlmI/AAAAAAAAAx8/flGxJ2_WT-k/s320/DSC_0290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the cousins helped open gifts, it was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kTXIGLl9YlM/TpsG5q0xnDI/AAAAAAAAAxw/zo3NnsqChUA/s1600/DSC_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664128544166485042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kTXIGLl9YlM/TpsG5q0xnDI/AAAAAAAAAxw/zo3NnsqChUA/s320/DSC_0303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we sang to her and she had her smash cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxuxP0KnDmg/TpsG5a7TuTI/AAAAAAAAAxk/_OvbL1LSajw/s1600/DSC_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664128539898919218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxuxP0KnDmg/TpsG5a7TuTI/AAAAAAAAAxk/_OvbL1LSajw/s320/DSC_0313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the best picture ever taken in the history of ever. I laugh every time i see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gaFvw0zF-Ac/TpsG44qJ7eI/AAAAAAAAAxY/S7gRHbwHsCM/s1600/DSC_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664128530700168674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gaFvw0zF-Ac/TpsG44qJ7eI/AAAAAAAAAxY/S7gRHbwHsCM/s320/DSC_0331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She did not disapoint, she made a huge mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfIcQy2l08g/TpsG4j3BSYI/AAAAAAAAAxI/n22gWRklOYE/s1600/DSC_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664128525116983682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfIcQy2l08g/TpsG4j3BSYI/AAAAAAAAAxI/n22gWRklOYE/s320/DSC_0348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I stripped her down, and took her straight into the bath. Look at that hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qZEngnquPOs/TpsG4VZ-rSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/zQrinodosj0/s1600/DSC_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664128521237081378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qZEngnquPOs/TpsG4VZ-rSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/zQrinodosj0/s320/DSC_0351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this picture was taken this morning, in her cute new jammies with her new favorite thing. John got her this lion for like 6 bucks at Deseret Book and she is obsessed. I'm hoping we can now replace the giant throw, at least for church and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-507953545074561095?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/507953545074561095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=507953545074561095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/507953545074561095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/507953545074561095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-quinn-is-one.html' title='Our Quinn is ONE!'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-4S9qC9QNK5M/TpsJpc_lRbI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/EY6wCmYtQFg/s72-c/DSC_0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-4711789627457128084</id><published>2011-10-10T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:53:17.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinn is really little still.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;Quinn has been sick or something. Like, 4 blowouts in ONE DAY sick. We were at John's parents house for dinner last night and she went through 2 outfits. Luckily John's mom just happend to have a brand new outfit that she meant to give someone and didn't. She said it "might" fit her. It was a size 0-3 month outfit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nHNKDuhMIq0/TpO5k_qa2eI/AAAAAAAAAvs/9xjkuJrfNiI/s1600/Quinnlittle1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662073201750628834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nHNKDuhMIq0/TpO5k_qa2eI/AAAAAAAAAvs/9xjkuJrfNiI/s320/Quinnlittle1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is quinn with it on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9Bc3FnCksI/TpO5kb4xbiI/AAAAAAAAAvg/D1tJHOzxn2w/s1600/quinnlittle2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662073192147152418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9Bc3FnCksI/TpO5kb4xbiI/AAAAAAAAAvg/D1tJHOzxn2w/s320/quinnlittle2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, she WILL be a year old on Saturday. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DIIrOYZkKMM/TpO5kFrMjFI/AAAAAAAAAvU/uRqgHer1iNk/s1600/family4th2011%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-4711789627457128084?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4711789627457128084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=4711789627457128084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4711789627457128084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4711789627457128084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/10/pictures-and-quinn-is-really-little.html' title='Quinn is really little still.'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-nHNKDuhMIq0/TpO5k_qa2eI/AAAAAAAAAvs/9xjkuJrfNiI/s72-c/Quinnlittle1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-8968276776869498205</id><published>2011-10-02T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T15:44:20.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good for the soul</title><content type='html'>i did a lot of things that were good for my soul today. Including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-take a long, hot shower (i LOVE showers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cuddle with john and quinn WHILE watching General Conference, double-whammie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-had pumpkin spice hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-made/ate way too many cinnamon/sugar bread sticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-threw my scale away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Looked at Quinn's (almost) 12 month pictures! DAHHH she is so old/cute! I can't believe it's almost been a year since I had this sweet little girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9GWQCBusEk/TojnKbr3oEI/AAAAAAAAAu4/mmXmR5TVnHg/s1600/QM-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659027098207494210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9GWQCBusEk/TojnKbr3oEI/AAAAAAAAAu4/mmXmR5TVnHg/s320/QM-4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9h7ctYZQjek/TojoUUt9JOI/AAAAAAAAAvA/syeVPxocWT8/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659028367647515874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9h7ctYZQjek/TojoUUt9JOI/AAAAAAAAAvA/syeVPxocWT8/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eaQBw469ieg/TojnKR-yv7I/AAAAAAAAAuw/TqCD5YvbQBU/s1600/Q11M-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659027095602511794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eaQBw469ieg/TojnKR-yv7I/AAAAAAAAAuw/TqCD5YvbQBU/s320/Q11M-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zyMXTBks64A/TojnKMNpK9I/AAAAAAAAAuo/MZO27hmp3LE/s1600/Q11M-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659027094054185938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zyMXTBks64A/TojnKMNpK9I/AAAAAAAAAuo/MZO27hmp3LE/s320/Q11M-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DpkU_qBmDZA/TojnJ6U-tiI/AAAAAAAAAug/IhBuCgg-kSo/s1600/Q11M.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659027089253119522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DpkU_qBmDZA/TojnJ6U-tiI/AAAAAAAAAug/IhBuCgg-kSo/s320/Q11M.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-8968276776869498205?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8968276776869498205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=8968276776869498205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8968276776869498205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8968276776869498205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-for-soul.html' title='Good for the soul'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-D9GWQCBusEk/TojnKbr3oEI/AAAAAAAAAu4/mmXmR5TVnHg/s72-c/QM-4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-6431104475116792852</id><published>2011-09-29T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T11:51:57.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not one of those blogs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16O_5ynqQ_w/ToS8wB5mAxI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tcXekQFXEgc/s1600/CIMG2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am really not trying to be all "fitness lifestyle blogger", lately. I am not trying to be one of those blogs (hence, quitting the other blog. Not my fancy) but this is another post about running. I understand no one else cares about this, but if you ARE reading this and you are bored/have time to kill, feel free to read on. or not. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I had that one injury in my back/hip.you know, from having a kid. As soon as I was done with my Physical Therapy I assumed that I could run like i did before I got prego. I was dumb. I ended up tweaking my back again, and this time my knees. I didn't allow myself time to heal and "ease" back into running. I could get to 6 miles with little to no pain, but right after 6, the pain started in-and bad. Rather than listening to my body and stopping, I just ran through it. I do NOT recommend this strategy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I could think about was "TOU half marathon! gotta be ready!" and totally did not let my body heal. I was also up and down all over the place-3 miles here, 6 miles there, dont run this week, make up for it with twice as much next week. Just horrible thinking/training patterns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, it all ended in disaster. I don't really like to get into it because I still get overly upset about it (even though its just a stupid race).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got really mad. I stopped running for a couple weeks (which in retrospect, is a really good thing! because I allowed myself to HEAL) and ultimately decided run a half around November/december. This time I am going to train better, be smarter, and research rather than thinking i am superwoman and just making my body do whatever my brain wanted it to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy to report that after a ton of cross training, lots of glucosamine tablets, and a decent trainging program, i was able to run 7(!!) pain free miles this past monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They felt WONDERFUL! I could have gone on for 7 more (but didnt, because I would have ended right back up at the start). They were slow, but I ran the whole time and it was amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't sure when I would be able to run another half, I haven't officially signed up for one yet, but i have had my eye on a few. I decided that this week would be the tester. If I felt good at 7, I could do the one that was sooner (and cheaper). If not, no sweat. I'd aim at the one a month later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking the pressure off totally made all the difference. Rather than aiming for an unrealistic/unhealthy goal and push myself too hard and over my limits (apparently I have those? didn't think i did.) I just had a goal to do one, sometime. I listened to my body, crosstrained when necessary and I feel like I am back on track!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is basically just a post about how excited I am that I could run again. If you made it this far, thanks for reading. If not, I understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANd for those of you who did, here is a treat. from me to you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JSZfQaMR1s0/ToS8Buj-WtI/AAAAAAAAAuI/TLGHN_P7tRw/s1600/CIMG2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657853769748994770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JSZfQaMR1s0/ToS8Buj-WtI/AAAAAAAAAuI/TLGHN_P7tRw/s320/CIMG2114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my very first 5k race. 6 in the morning, bed head and, i believe, some toothpaste residue on my lip. This picture shouldn't be in existince, but its kinda funny so i kept it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if that didnt make you laugh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16O_5ynqQ_w/ToS8wB5mAxI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tcXekQFXEgc/s1600/CIMG2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657854565213930258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16O_5ynqQ_w/ToS8wB5mAxI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tcXekQFXEgc/s320/CIMG2197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John would kill me if he ever read this thing. We went to a masquerade/dinner theatre thing later that same year. John's mask was too big for his face and made him look, well.. a little down syndrome. HE thinks so too, so I am not trashing my husband. I can only post this because he's pretty good looking, which makes this even funnier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-6431104475116792852?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6431104475116792852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=6431104475116792852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6431104475116792852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6431104475116792852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-not-one-of-those-blogs.html' title='This is not one of those blogs.'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-JSZfQaMR1s0/ToS8Buj-WtI/AAAAAAAAAuI/TLGHN_P7tRw/s72-c/CIMG2114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-1867311761693037351</id><published>2011-09-22T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T18:45:21.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know...</title><content type='html'>..that I already posted this picture on facebook. But......&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RW8Buonmtu4/TnvkAAD0sgI/AAAAAAAAAuA/rSpzaCf4LaE/s1600/quinnutahflag%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655364445760958978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RW8Buonmtu4/TnvkAAD0sgI/AAAAAAAAAuA/rSpzaCf4LaE/s320/quinnutahflag%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My kid is freakin' cute! She did the war cry face all on her own. GO UTES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-1867311761693037351?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1867311761693037351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=1867311761693037351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1867311761693037351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1867311761693037351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-know.html' title='I know...'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-RW8Buonmtu4/TnvkAAD0sgI/AAAAAAAAAuA/rSpzaCf4LaE/s72-c/quinnutahflag%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-7660573118503315283</id><published>2011-09-19T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:10:38.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fitness, and stuff.</title><content type='html'>so remember that fitness blog i had? i quit, a while ago actually. yup, i figured it was a lot easier to write it down on a peice of paper than log in and blog about it. so that's what i've been doing instead. I would recommend this to anyone who has fitness goals. I don't go so far as to write down everything I eat, I tried it, but it is just tedious. i don't know the exact caloric value of a handful of grapes, or the amount of ketchup i squeeze on my turkey burger etc. so i just try to make healthy choices, but it does help to have a log of workouts i have done because it motivates me to remember that i do enjoy it, and i feel better afterwards. I guess its kind of like the whole " gold star chart" Thing in elementary school, you get to remember that you did something good and have it charted somewhere to remind you that you can do hard things, even if you don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;(Stepping off the soap box)&lt;br /&gt;I need some ideas for running songs. I recently added a few to my playlist that i love, but i find myself going back to my favorites a lot, which i don't mind but i feel like i will get sick of them sooner. SO any good music that helps keep you upbeat and motivated while running/working out would be greatly appreciated on my part!&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING of good music, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3LCBkkSdjEo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;song is amazing.One of my all time favorite. EVER. this guy has a "butter" voice.. you know all smoothe and pretty? It also references New England as the leaves change, and that is my ultimate dream vacation. Weird, i know. Go ahead and listen to it, and i dare you not to download it off of itunes after you do. It is on my running playlist. WHy? its not upbeat, or motivational. but neither is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jsKp4xkckEU"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; song. BUT they help me on my longer runs to keep my breathing even and slow it down because i have a while left to go. i put them strategically between more upbeat songs Like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D97ReYolo24"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. it sounds weird, but works for me! ANYWAY go LISTEN! they are amazing. :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-7660573118503315283?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/7660573118503315283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=7660573118503315283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7660573118503315283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7660573118503315283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/09/fitness-and-stuff.html' title='fitness, and stuff.'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-3694781391400507048</id><published>2011-09-11T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T06:56:50.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinn!</title><content type='html'>my little Quinn will be 11 months old this week!?!?! how did that happen? she is growing up so fast, well i guess not too fast considering&lt;br /&gt;* she still wears 3-6 month clothes some days. i cleaned out her 0-6 month clothes one day and totally didn't even think about the fact that it was laundry day. after doing the laundry i realized she still had a bunch out, but they all still had room to grow. so now i switch it between 3-6 or 6-9 depending on the brand. no 9-12month clothes even come close to fitting her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UV_R6WQUWIo/Tmy6XQrfe-I/AAAAAAAAAt4/nSw0YsNu2q0/s1600/quinnthrow3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651096541220273122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UV_R6WQUWIo/Tmy6XQrfe-I/AAAAAAAAAt4/nSw0YsNu2q0/s320/quinnthrow3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (shirt and sweatshorts both 3-6months, this was taken wednesday night as john was packing for CA)&lt;br /&gt;* i get asked on a regular basis if she is 7 or 8 months old.she is neither. :D&lt;br /&gt;*she still doesn't have 1 tooth. not-a-one. we have had multiple "false alarms" with fever, runny nose, slobbering the whole sha-bang, but nothin. i didn't teeth until late so it doesnt surprise me too much. her pediatrician did say that studies have shown that people who teeth late in life have stronger enamel, i guess thats true ive had one or two cavaties my whole life so lets hope thats the trade off for quinn too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88yeNwMtJXI/Tmy6VzXCuxI/AAAAAAAAAtw/GPrcBkeIvd8/s1600/quinnthrow2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651096516170005266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88yeNwMtJXI/Tmy6VzXCuxI/AAAAAAAAAtw/GPrcBkeIvd8/s320/quinnthrow2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is at such a fun stage! I love how funny she is, and so does she. at 11 months old she:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*walks along furniture and from peice to peice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* free stands all by herself, but is afraid to take a step (my bro in law said " i would be too if my legs were only 5 inches long." haha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*talks ALL the time. usually pointless banter of "dee-dee"s and "ba-ba"s, but she does call for me. if she wants me she yells "MAMAMAMA!" and if she is mad at me she scrunches her face and says "MA! MA!" its hilarious and she only does it to me so i am pretty sure she gets that i am her mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*she is starting to mimick words a little, the other day i was watching my neice who is 4 months older than her and i found them in her room playing while sunny said "UH OH!" and quinn would say " OH!" over and over again. it was precious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*she loves all things electronic. her most favorite is my ipod. its cute she will turn it on and hold it to her ear like a phone and bounce to the music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*she is obsessed with this huge green throw (seen above). it is 4 times as big as she is. we had it on our big round chair and i would sometimes use it to make her drowsy enough to lay down. she plays with the fringe things on the ends while she is sleeping, and now she won't sleep without it. we have to take it everywhere, which i wouldn't care about but its like 6ftx5ft so its not really convenient at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*she loves diet dr. pepper. i know, i am horrible. but both sets of grandparents are addicted and they both would give her a little in a straw and now it is a full on obsession. i decided she needed to go cold turkey and gave both grandparents strict instructions that no matter how much she begs, they cannot give her any. She is on day 4 of no ddp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* she loves dogs. especially my parents dog Keeni. she literally squeeks with excitement whenever she sees him and begs for him. she will follow him around all day, until he acknowledges her, then she sits super still and whispers. occasionally he will lick her and she giggles uncontrollably. its cute :D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and thats our little Quinn-a-lou! she is so funny, we love everything about her and couldn't be happier to be her parents!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-3694781391400507048?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3694781391400507048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=3694781391400507048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3694781391400507048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3694781391400507048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/09/quinn.html' title='Quinn!'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-UV_R6WQUWIo/Tmy6XQrfe-I/AAAAAAAAAt4/nSw0YsNu2q0/s72-c/quinnthrow3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-6981567925821213142</id><published>2011-09-05T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T13:01:46.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Gems</title><content type='html'>First off, thanks for all the love from my last post! I kind of wrote it in an upset rush (as you can tell from the spelling errors :D) and the next day I thought maybe i should go delete that, thinking maybe i overreacted. even though i still think I did a little bit, it was nice to hear that i am not the only one who feels that way! so thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some fun! I was sorting through pictures from throughout the year and was laughing at some of them, so i thought i would post them. Some are embarrassing for me, but they need to be remembered!&lt;/ href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LbK6XyjoNXg/TmUoGhyhxQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/eOoYsCGZtpI/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG" &lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648965400220779778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LbK6XyjoNXg/TmUoGhyhxQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/eOoYsCGZtpI/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John was giving the kiddos rides on the lawn mower at our bbq on the 4th, I wanted a turn too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yF9lu2HXhZM/TmUoGQkha8I/AAAAAAAAAtA/Xk1ys-_T6Qc/s1600/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648965395598633922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yF9lu2HXhZM/TmUoGQkha8I/AAAAAAAAAtA/Xk1ys-_T6Qc/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one was when quinn was about 5 or 6 months. Ignore my post prego "fat-face" and look at my little diva. she makes faces like this all the time and they are rarely caught on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGJuubsdN6M/TmUoGPc1daI/AAAAAAAAAs4/bCy1jLyokEE/s1600/DSC_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648965395297957282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGJuubsdN6M/TmUoGPc1daI/AAAAAAAAAs4/bCy1jLyokEE/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of july at the fireworks, quinn wouldn't stop kissing Jaxon. we will have to stop it sometime, but for now its too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRzJFwb2Q8I/TmUoF4fIjSI/AAAAAAAAAsw/dJpOr8hjGSQ/s1600/bridals3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648965389133581602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRzJFwb2Q8I/TmUoF4fIjSI/AAAAAAAAAsw/dJpOr8hjGSQ/s320/bridals3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA this one made me laugh soooo hard! I had 3 bridal sessions becuase that year the weather in utah was nuts. this was the first one up at the Joseph Smith building, we went outside and it was windy and freezing. try to click on it if you can and see my windswept hair, watery eyes and frozen-face smile. classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SoWvTmUNlvo/TmUoFms1EAI/AAAAAAAAAso/PYKyRr-XuJ8/s1600/whitbday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648965384359186434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SoWvTmUNlvo/TmUoFms1EAI/AAAAAAAAAso/PYKyRr-XuJ8/s320/whitbday3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was on my birthday. again, post prego face. i was really ready for my cake i guess? not sure why i look mad. my cake was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is all for now. maybe I'll do a part two considering there were more i wanted to upload but started writing before i did and now it would mess up the whole layout of the blog and i hate fixing that. Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-6981567925821213142?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6981567925821213142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=6981567925821213142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6981567925821213142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6981567925821213142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/09/some-gems.html' title='Some Gems'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-LbK6XyjoNXg/TmUoGhyhxQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/eOoYsCGZtpI/s72-c/DSC_0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-7836346322329442207</id><published>2011-08-25T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T07:38:13.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just need to vent.</title><content type='html'>I work. 2 days a week, for the orthodontist I worked for before I had Quinn. I work for multpile reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. My husband kills himself working full time, going to school, and often times doing side jobs with his brother in law.. I work so that he never has to wonder how he is going to pay the bills.&lt;br /&gt;2. My mom can watch Quinn. I worked at a daycare, I know they are not all like that one. But it scarred me enough that I will NEVER let my kids go to daycare. ever. Also, the fact that Utah's daycares got and overall rating of "D" not too long ago, reasures me that if my mom every couldn't take Quinn, I would not be working.&lt;br /&gt;3. It's a pretty sweet gig. Seriously, it is. I work 2 days a week most of the time, but my boss leaves to see his kids or go on vacation about once a month, so there is usually a week were I have the whole week off, or only work a day and a half. There are also times that if John and I want to go somewhere or buy something that I can pick up extra days if I want. I love the girls I work with and they are in the same situation so we get eachother and get along really well. Also, he is taking us to Lake Powell and Hawaii... why wouldn't I work there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's the top 3 reasons i work. Judge if you want, but yes I'm a working mom by choice right now. I will not work forever, I will be surprised if I am still working a year from now. Are there days that I would love to just be home with my baby? Heck yes. But I remind myself that the sacrifice I am making now is benefiting her as well, and that she is with someone who loves her and I am not far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is this relevant????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because some members of the church have a negative opinion of this. The gospel is perfect, the people in it aren't, as I'm sure most people have experienced first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to say, that working moms are not bad moms. We are momma's trying to sacrifice and help out our families. We miss our babies more than you know, but know that sometimes the men in our lives deserve a little break from all the responsibilities. My husband does not "make" me work and has requested/told me that i should/could quit. But, we have goals and accomplishments and over the next year it will require ALOT of sacrifice, but it will be worth it and we will be in a better place for it. Say what you want, but I am home with my baby 90% of the time and she is my #1 priority. Thanks for the concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO&lt;br /&gt;while I'm at it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say you made an appointment at your dentist, doctor, orthodontist etc...&lt;br /&gt;Let's say it is for 4:00 and lasts half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Let's say that said office closes at 5.&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT show up at 4:30 like nothing happened. There is a reason that you're appointment was at 4.&lt;br /&gt;We now have to squeeze you in where there is not room/time and everyone who came on time for their appointment has to wait for you. It's extremely rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happens alot. I swear its like people don't understand why their are appointment times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Rant over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-7836346322329442207?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/7836346322329442207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=7836346322329442207' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7836346322329442207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7836346322329442207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-just-need-to-vent.html' title='I just need to vent.'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-6240557947931519385</id><published>2011-08-11T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T15:26:19.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those days..</title><content type='html'>Things have been SO crazy lately. We have been jam packed with 2 weddings, a family reunion, a family party, camping, and making alot of adult "life decisions" so i decided today needed to be a rest day of sorts. It was too pretty outside so I strapped Quinn up in the trusty jogger and we head out! We stopped by the park but it was hoppin so we didnt stay long. We strolled down mainstreet, because its cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UvQ3RV1L44M/TkRTDi2exyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/IN_yJ_0Y9CY/s1600/IMG00382-20110811-1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639723953734731554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UvQ3RV1L44M/TkRTDi2exyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/IN_yJ_0Y9CY/s320/IMG00382-20110811-1519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see, cute right? i frequent this street on my runs and i am in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wJq2c2H-wNU/TkRTDYsMeJI/AAAAAAAAAsY/4sFPVkY__bQ/s1600/mainstreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639723951007234194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wJq2c2H-wNU/TkRTDYsMeJI/AAAAAAAAAsY/4sFPVkY__bQ/s320/mainstreet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you see us? yep. i nerded out and took a picture of my reflection on this unsuspecting business. I hope there were people laughing at me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eus3SMzqLPY/TkRTDKuQM5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/OHQuGyAHokM/s1600/IMG00385-20110811-1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639723947257770898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eus3SMzqLPY/TkRTDKuQM5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/OHQuGyAHokM/s320/IMG00385-20110811-1521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;check out those rolls. i don't know how she manages the 4oth percentile with chunk like that, but she does! This was right before she passed out. she loves being outside!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess i can stop putting of my housework now, but it felt so good to know that i had all day to do it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-6240557947931519385?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6240557947931519385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=6240557947931519385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6240557947931519385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6240557947931519385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-of-those-days.html' title='one of those days..'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-UvQ3RV1L44M/TkRTDi2exyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/IN_yJ_0Y9CY/s72-c/IMG00382-20110811-1519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-5563849471604181647</id><published>2011-07-17T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T11:04:38.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Summer, in photos</title><content type='html'>I'll start off on Memorial day, we visited John's grandpa's grave. (also my first day being able to run outside again! I will always remember that day..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUNIKg7wHEY/TiMdOa1vd4I/AAAAAAAAAqI/OL9BUz_rYnQ/s1600/summer5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630376092703356802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUNIKg7wHEY/TiMdOa1vd4I/AAAAAAAAAqI/OL9BUz_rYnQ/s320/summer5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUMNmyWgI8E/TiMcVXCHCKI/AAAAAAAAApw/SEu-2AVXf_s/s1600/summer4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630375112428947618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUMNmyWgI8E/TiMcVXCHCKI/AAAAAAAAApw/SEu-2AVXf_s/s320/summer4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this cute little house! We LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofaJALWUuXY/TiMdPLonO3I/AAAAAAAAAqY/FHq1o2Sp8Iw/s1600/summer8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630376105801628530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofaJALWUuXY/TiMdPLonO3I/AAAAAAAAAqY/FHq1o2Sp8Iw/s320/summer8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quinn loves swimming and this is what she does when she has to get out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630377212186005538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xmKCNvtsIQM/TiMePlPNECI/AAAAAAAAArg/175PTSH6ltM/s320/summer13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she also loves being outside at the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zWmX_QP-doU/TiMePbxYDnI/AAAAAAAAArY/fTJ8TQ47rKg/s1600/summer15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630377209644977778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zWmX_QP-doU/TiMePbxYDnI/AAAAAAAAArY/fTJ8TQ47rKg/s320/summer15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and swinging, we go almost everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUw1RdixtYU/TiMdw43wTjI/AAAAAAAAArA/J_2Mhp0C2_U/s1600/summer14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630376684880416306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUw1RdixtYU/TiMdw43wTjI/AAAAAAAAArA/J_2Mhp0C2_U/s320/summer14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;somewhere between swinging and swimming was the 4th of july&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ynS2NTMvrIo/TiMdwOL-KLI/AAAAAAAAAqo/J4YgmR0eDu0/s1600/summer11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630376673422485682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ynS2NTMvrIo/TiMdwOL-KLI/AAAAAAAAAqo/J4YgmR0eDu0/s320/summer11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning we had a neighborhood breakfast at John's parents with amazing food and good music, i didn't get any pictures though. That night John and I hosted a little BBQ for some family and friends in our backyard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf-i6BNFAtc/TiMdv_MZqzI/AAAAAAAAAqg/c3CR-0UxMJc/s1600/summer10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630376669397756722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf-i6BNFAtc/TiMdv_MZqzI/AAAAAAAAAqg/c3CR-0UxMJc/s320/summer10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went to the fireworks at the highschool up the street from our house, Quinn loved them! she was so cute, I let her take a later nap so she would be up for the fireworks, and somehow it made her all hyper because she kept grabbing everyones face and would kiss them while yelling and shaking her head back and forth. Then she would let go and laugh, because she is obviously sooooo funny. I have lots of pictures of this, but i'm too lazy to go get my other SD card out of the fancy camera. so these will have to do for now. This is quinn and her (kissing) cousin Jaxon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QxV0KR9W308/TiMdwMEeWrI/AAAAAAAAAqw/bcVEHoWQ1_k/s1600/summer12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630376672854170290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QxV0KR9W308/TiMdwMEeWrI/AAAAAAAAAqw/bcVEHoWQ1_k/s320/summer12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as for some updates on Quinn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ouxk1z4lIQ4/TiMdO0syhHI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/CgJ4BdnPtYo/s1600/summer6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630376099645129842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ouxk1z4lIQ4/TiMdO0syhHI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/CgJ4BdnPtYo/s320/summer6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Besides the fact that her eyelashes are growing longer than her hair, she is 9 months, and mobile! She mostly army crawls,but will take a few knee crawls before giving up. She is really fast too! She has the cutest little personality, and has started to wave at anyone and everyone. I swear her arm is sore after we go to the grocery store because she is constantly waving. She understands 'hi' and 'no' (at least i think?) and will wave if you say hi to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had her 9 month appointment and has dropped in the weight department. at 6 mos she was in the 50th percentile i think and she droppped to 40th this month. The dr. said now that she is getting more mobile she will only get lower. He isn't too concerned though, he says she is just petite. I figured as much considering her 3-6 month clothes fit better than her 6-9, and i bought her a pair of 0-3 month sandals last month, and they still have room to grow. We love our petite little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for John and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKSVnIpUkvY/TiMdOASMcnI/AAAAAAAAAqA/XRZ9pJl_bnA/s1600/summer3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630376085574939250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKSVnIpUkvY/TiMdOASMcnI/AAAAAAAAAqA/XRZ9pJl_bnA/s320/summer3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is at a stop light, he was sick of me taking a million pictures because i can't get one right so he hurried and took it with a dorky face and i was making sure we didn't get honked at because the light changed.. yes, this IS the best picture we got. you can make fun of is, but only for a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are good, John is working and schooling as usual, i am mommying our sweet little baby mostly. We have a busy summer ahead of us with pretty much every weekend from now until the middle of september jam packed, but we like to be busy so we are okay with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-5563849471604181647?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5563849471604181647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=5563849471604181647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5563849471604181647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5563849471604181647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/07/some-summer-in-photos.html' title='Some Summer, in photos'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-yUNIKg7wHEY/TiMdOa1vd4I/AAAAAAAAAqI/OL9BUz_rYnQ/s72-c/summer5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-2654724532469182644</id><published>2011-06-10T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:05:27.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Some things are changing around the Limburg household...&lt;br /&gt;things like,&lt;br /&gt;*I am trying couponing because of that stupid addicting show on TLC. I in no way expect to be as good as them, but I hate how expensive groceries are. So now I'm gonna be one of 'those' ladies that cuts coupons and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;* Quinn is on the verge of crawling. She pushes herself backwards all over the place so i have to baby proof now&lt;br /&gt;* john started summer semester of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the limburg household will be located in kaysville at the end of the month! so exciting! what is more exciting? it is not an apartment. it is a house. More details to come on that later :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, I am attempting a fitness blog - thing. You can read it, but making fun of me is not allowed. &lt;a href="http://www.workitoutmomma.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.workitoutmomma.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; its nothing fancy yet but i have high hopes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-2654724532469182644?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/2654724532469182644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=2654724532469182644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/2654724532469182644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/2654724532469182644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/06/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-5532213995829957774</id><published>2011-06-03T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T09:54:56.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything you ever wanted to know about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MLNk3Ajma88/TekMM7AkceI/AAAAAAAAAo8/7E9VhLe2Huw/s1600/highschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614031826632077794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MLNk3Ajma88/TekMM7AkceI/AAAAAAAAAo8/7E9VhLe2Huw/s320/highschool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, so probably more than you wanted to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random facts about me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am an eater. I devoured an entire family sized bag of doritos in one day. by myself. That same month I ate an entire rainbow chip (WAY better than funfetti) cake by myself in a day or two. I have mad skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.I HATE baths. hate, hate em. i could shower multpile times a day though (and often do)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I HATE hot tubs. A communal bath? no thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.I do not like shaved ice. YUCK. or marshmallows, or twinkies, or brownies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I love all things vintage and always have. That is why the name Quinn appealed to me, it seemed "classic" and vintage-y.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I will not share my milk. So don't ask. John thinks it's fun to dip his oreo's in my milk. I then proceed to dump the milk down the drain. It is contaminated now. Also, do not expect me to drink my cereal milk, it is warm and also contaminated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I love running. I have always liked it, but lately I get really grumpy and upset if I don't get to run that day. It's getting bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. My husband is the ONLY person I have ever said 'I love you' too. Past boyfriends said it to me, and i would pretend not to hear. I was kind of mean i guess, but i don't lie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I have a birthmark on my right ankle, Quinn has one just a little higher up on the same foot, same color and everything. I would know she was mine if she was ever kidnapped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I have convinced friends that I am adopted before, because I do not have any of the same genes as my family. I.E. only one with brown eyes, only one without dimples or freckles, only one with olive skin (except my dad), only one with my birthmark (my sister has a weird red one, mine is brown)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I have known I wanted to marry john since before we officially started dating, creepy? perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. i hate long fingernails. Even fake. If i can't see skin above my nails they are too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I am a daddy's girl and always have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I love ketchup. Okay, that one is probably universally acknowledged, but it's a big part of my life so i can't leave it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I don't care for justin bieber, lady gaga, katy perry, or any other dumb person in the same category. They are lame and I will never like them. ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to name a few! I have way more wierd quirks, but I am getting the running itch and quinn is awake so i am gonna go do that. hopefully we can still be friends after knowing all of my wierdness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-5532213995829957774?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5532213995829957774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=5532213995829957774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5532213995829957774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5532213995829957774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/06/everything-you-ever-wanted-to-know.html' title='Everything you ever wanted to know about me...'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-MLNk3Ajma88/TekMM7AkceI/AAAAAAAAAo8/7E9VhLe2Huw/s72-c/highschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-8528070938749894415</id><published>2011-05-19T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T15:33:25.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good.</title><content type='html'>I know everyone is dying to know about my back! Just kidding, I am probably the only one who cares about my stupid back, and this is a blog for ME and MY journaling purposes so anyone who stumbles across this part can feel free to hit the red X at the top right hand corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready.. drum roll......&lt;br /&gt;NO back surgery! They got my xray results and said my spine looks normal. (I had myself all amped up for the worst, like a cancerous tumor or something). And My PT has me up to 10 minutes of running on the treadmill! I thought I would probably gain alot of weight not being able to run a lot, but he kicks my butt every time. And I still go to Red Mango an average of 4 times a week (I wish I were kidding!) with no adverse affects. I am going for 13 minutes of running today, so wish me luck! I can totally run a half marathon in 13 minutes right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other good things currently in the works right now, but I am too superstitious to post anything about it quite yet. You'll just have to wait. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-8528070938749894415?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8528070938749894415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=8528070938749894415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8528070938749894415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8528070938749894415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/05/good.html' title='good.'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-3137830829519836959</id><published>2011-05-06T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T23:27:59.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whitney and the Horrible, Terrible No good very bad day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-097_hqwk7kE/TcS955q9E3I/AAAAAAAAAow/GlkXdInXx2U/s1600/skinny.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603812638786917234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-097_hqwk7kE/TcS955q9E3I/AAAAAAAAAow/GlkXdInXx2U/s320/skinny.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need my nephew to make me play DDR in sunglasses today. I could use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a bad, bad day. Quinn Had a Dr. appointment to follow up on her ear infection. I waited in the waiting room for 40 minutes, then the treatment room for another 15 before seeing the doctor. normally i would not care, but I had another appointment 20 minutes away at 10:30. The dr. walked in around 10:10. yeah. After that I went to my dr. and he told me that i needed physical therapy, an xray, possibly an MRI and maybe back surgery. Great news. I got an appointment with the physical therapist for that day so i could get going on my training for my half marathon without wanting to die. Before I went, I had to get my Xray done at the hospital. I had to wear scrub bottoms for this, and hurried to change back into my jeans to make it to the PT on time. Everything went well there (he thinks it is just my S.I. joint and may not need back surgery, but we have to wait to hear what my Dr thinks about the xray. I am praying he is right! )Approximatly 2 hours after getting home, i realized that my zipper was still down from changing at the hospital. The ENTIRE time of my PT appointment embarrassing? perhaps. typical? you betcha. He had to have noticed with all the positions that i had to contort into. Icing on the cake, really. He also put "posture tape" on my back, because apparently I have bad posture, which may be affecting it. So now my shoulder blades are taped together for the next 2-3 days. I feel cooler already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that's my recap of my bad day. The worst part? NO RUNNING!!! I have to see the PT 3x a week for at least 3 weeks and he says nothing but the excercises he showed me today outside of his office. I was planning on starting my actual training for my half on monday. crud. Hopefully it will only be the 3 weeks and NO surgery, it will be a minor set back but I could totally rebound from it. wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-3137830829519836959?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3137830829519836959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=3137830829519836959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3137830829519836959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3137830829519836959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/05/lets-get-physical-physical.html' title='Whitney and the Horrible, Terrible No good very bad day.'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-097_hqwk7kE/TcS955q9E3I/AAAAAAAAAow/GlkXdInXx2U/s72-c/skinny.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-243240724542355561</id><published>2011-05-05T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T09:15:59.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer bucket list</title><content type='html'>my sil's have all done this and i'm totally jumping on the bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. run a half marathon (signed up!)&lt;br /&gt;2.hike angels landing at Zion's&lt;br /&gt;3. hike waterfall canyon&lt;br /&gt;4. Take Quinn swimming.. alot.&lt;br /&gt;5. go camping... alot.&lt;br /&gt;6. go to bear lake&lt;br /&gt;7.have lots of campfires&lt;br /&gt;8.have picnics at parks alot&lt;br /&gt;9. get a TAN! (i missed out on this last year :(. )&lt;br /&gt;10. st george!&lt;br /&gt;11. Yellowstone&lt;br /&gt;12. go to a baseball game (technically done, but it's not summer so i still want it to be warm at the time)&lt;br /&gt;13. run a 5k&lt;br /&gt;14. run a 10k&lt;br /&gt;15. I'd LOVE LOVE LOVE to make it up to IF for fireworks.. we'll see. wishful thinking mostly.&lt;br /&gt;16. jump in a pool/lake immediately after finishing a run.. ahhh. gross kind of, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;17.wash my car, at least once. which would beat my record for last year. It rained alot. I was pregnant. any of those working for ya?&lt;br /&gt;18.go to a drive in movie&lt;br /&gt;19. hit up LAGOON and Lagoon-a-beach&lt;br /&gt;20. DON'T go to California. I'm just sick of that place. I have been like 9 times in the past two years and I'm so over it. I would never live there in a million years. Nice place to visit, but i need to stay away for a while.&lt;br /&gt;and a picture.. because blog posts need pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ctS8-zzQV4/TcLMVuLAyJI/AAAAAAAAAoo/3DqHGdtDkEY/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603265559945857170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ctS8-zzQV4/TcLMVuLAyJI/AAAAAAAAAoo/3DqHGdtDkEY/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all the cool kids take pictures of inanimate objects as their heads. And BTW, i have used it almost everyday :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-243240724542355561?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/243240724542355561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=243240724542355561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/243240724542355561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/243240724542355561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer-bucket-list.html' title='summer bucket list'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-0ctS8-zzQV4/TcLMVuLAyJI/AAAAAAAAAoo/3DqHGdtDkEY/s72-c/DSC_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-2143817806595128492</id><published>2011-04-30T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:54:46.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, we did.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p0hb5fiJKM8/TbyRvA9Lh7I/AAAAAAAAAog/UT44lQ_RWcU/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601512273438541746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p0hb5fiJKM8/TbyRvA9Lh7I/AAAAAAAAAog/UT44lQ_RWcU/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is anyone else a sucker for infomercials? I am. I never usually give in, but I want them. Luckily, Ross has an "as seen on TV" type area, and what do you know? The GTXpress101 was just laying there, calling my name. As soon as I saw it, I envisioned the beautiful fluffy omelets, french toast, personalized cakes, on and on and on. I knew I had to have it. I put it in the cart, and John laughed. He thought I was kidding right up until the cashier rang it up (13.99!). I then pulled out the 101 ways to use it cookbook and read off the delicious meals we would soon be devouring. He stopped laughing and started drooling. Try not to be too jealous that we will be having "on the go" breakfast burritos, cinnamon rolls, omelets, sandwiches, and a lot of other really delicous meals-in minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-2143817806595128492?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/2143817806595128492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=2143817806595128492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/2143817806595128492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/2143817806595128492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/04/yep-we-did.html' title='Yep, we did.'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-p0hb5fiJKM8/TbyRvA9Lh7I/AAAAAAAAAog/UT44lQ_RWcU/s72-c/DSC_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-3379662582504434241</id><published>2011-04-28T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T10:32:11.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This feels weird..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R28mW1Vp8s8/Tbmj1hN6f6I/AAAAAAAAAoY/H6PQl9nFQSs/s1600/whits%2BbirthdaY1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I haven't blogged in a while, so it feels a little weird. Prepare for picture overload!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LebvurRVJ3E/TbmaZcGN1GI/AAAAAAAAAnY/r5f0RIdVlc4/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600677373441594466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LebvurRVJ3E/TbmaZcGN1GI/AAAAAAAAAnY/r5f0RIdVlc4/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our cute little family! Quinn is 6 months old!?! How did that happen? above we are at the red and white game a couple weekends ago.. it was bright, that is why i look like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lb4TA0wJlts/TbmaAIhefjI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/SxEg-YgWcz8/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600676938690494002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lb4TA0wJlts/TbmaAIhefjI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/SxEg-YgWcz8/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quinn at the Easter Egg hunt. she's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIm2r6KFJo0/TbmZ_lgxjrI/AAAAAAAAAnI/vELE8mbgnkI/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600676929292308146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIm2r6KFJo0/TbmZ_lgxjrI/AAAAAAAAAnI/vELE8mbgnkI/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; easter morning, her basket and her dress were waiting for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-joDN279a7T0/TbmZ_a7RXHI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ARJtKdfJ3NQ/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600676926450654322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-joDN279a7T0/TbmZ_a7RXHI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ARJtKdfJ3NQ/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She eats baby food now! she is getting so big, i have mixed feelings about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-83iqeGPGW3o/TbmYb0CRs7I/AAAAAAAAAm4/h07j1C6eLHs/s1600/DSC_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600675215204004786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-83iqeGPGW3o/TbmYb0CRs7I/AAAAAAAAAm4/h07j1C6eLHs/s320/DSC_0134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our pretty girl! She is about 16 lbs and in the 50th percentile. Basically we made a perfect baby. Her pediatrician even said so. :D. She is my little sidekick and I feel so weird if I am ever not with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John and I both had birthdays, he turned 24 and I turned 23. ( this year also marked our 5.. FIVE year anniversary! married for almost 3, but together for 5. so weird! I have loved every second of it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6LIMhI-ChU/TbmhZv0hxZI/AAAAAAAAAng/-t1zV7k1V2Q/s1600/Utes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600685075317507474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6LIMhI-ChU/TbmhZv0hxZI/AAAAAAAAAng/-t1zV7k1V2Q/s320/Utes.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost 3 years ago! What? White girl's can't have afro's?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;john's birthday was first, march 6th.. we went shopping and then to a new BBQ restaurant he wanted to try in SLC that was featured on one of those food shows. I can't remember but it was good! He loved it! On his Bday I had every intention of making a beautiful red velvet, cream cheese frosting cake. There were some 'technical difficulties' and we had a back up cake made at my parents house (thanks kalia!) and sang to him there. I decorated it for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qk38QvvMYoU/Tbmh4mPTMYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Lb94Swpdl34/s1600/john%2527s%2Bbday%2Bcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600685605321388418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qk38QvvMYoU/Tbmh4mPTMYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Lb94Swpdl34/s320/john%2527s%2Bbday%2Bcake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cake boss here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zxTBjjfvWvo/Tbmh4nRgulI/AAAAAAAAAno/XL5SHwhnroA/s1600/johnbday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600685605599099474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zxTBjjfvWvo/Tbmh4nRgulI/AAAAAAAAAno/XL5SHwhnroA/s320/johnbday1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On my bday, my nephew insisted on having a "blue-girl-car cake with sugar flowers" cake made for me. It was awesome. And yes, I ate the car. I dare anyone to tell me they would have done otherwise.John Spoiled me with new running clothes, a book, sushi and a Garmin running watch I have wanted for a while. I know, he is amazing. I have major catching up to do because he always does an awesome job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-twB7Qt1P1PY/TbmjOehKOrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/WVDpTXPdvwA/s1600/whitsbirthday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600687080717564594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-twB7Qt1P1PY/TbmjOehKOrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/WVDpTXPdvwA/s320/whitsbirthday2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother and sister in law made it to his exact specifications. They might have a better shot at working for buddy than me. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R28mW1Vp8s8/Tbmj1hN6f6I/AAAAAAAAAoY/H6PQl9nFQSs/s1600/whits%2BbirthdaY1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600687751457046434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R28mW1Vp8s8/Tbmj1hN6f6I/AAAAAAAAAoY/H6PQl9nFQSs/s320/whits%2BbirthdaY1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is normal to order enough sushi to feed an entire japanese family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Update over (whew) i may blog more often so i don't feel the need to do a huge post every few months. we'll see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-3379662582504434241?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3379662582504434241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=3379662582504434241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3379662582504434241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3379662582504434241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-feels-weird.html' title='This feels weird..'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/-LebvurRVJ3E/TbmaZcGN1GI/AAAAAAAAAnY/r5f0RIdVlc4/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-6257172596313462747</id><published>2011-02-02T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:13:26.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our wedding video- almost 3 years later?</title><content type='html'>So I made a wedding video, but there were a lot of technical difficulties and with everything else going on it kind of got put on the back burner and never finished. I found it on my mom's computer and got sad it never got played on our wedding day. I decided to make myself feel better by putting it on my blog. Please ignore the fuzzy picture and the fact that it is not finished(it's not really 7 minutes long i promise) anyway, its here if you would like to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-0oE0kFkNyw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*please don't make fun of the fact that I was a chubby-hispanic looking baby and I look like I could have eaten John's cute little petite-ness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-6257172596313462747?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6257172596313462747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=6257172596313462747' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6257172596313462747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6257172596313462747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-wedding-video-almost-3-years-later.html' title='Our wedding video- almost 3 years later?'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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://img.youtube.com/vi/-0oE0kFkNyw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-4717521275370393301</id><published>2011-01-31T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T11:49:29.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all sorts of mommy things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TUcOIUZoYKI/AAAAAAAAAmU/nrj_P-5MfV8/s1600/CIMG2748.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was feeling pretty good about my morning. I got up early, got my workout done, showered and gave Quinn a bath then got her all dressed. Next I fed her and myself (a healthy meal might i add) and put her down for a nap. I was then cleaning and being very domestic when she woke up and demanded my attention. While granting her wish, I heard it. The dreaded "filling of the diaper" noises. We had quite the messy week last week and I knew it was one of those "change it now or regret it later" situations. As I was standing up I felt the leg of her leggings. It was soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TUcOGym61KI/AAAAAAAAAl0/W1Be2vL9Xbc/s1600/CIMG2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568434974093923490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TUcOGym61KI/AAAAAAAAAl0/W1Be2vL9Xbc/s320/CIMG2733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was frustrated because it is laundry day and our outfits are limited because of last week. But, how could I stay mad at this face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TUcOHEDKEOI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ngiZz6HJY00/s1600/CIMG2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568434978775765218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TUcOHEDKEOI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ngiZz6HJY00/s320/CIMG2740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Plus, it is probably my fault. I have been upping the fiber in my diet and eating healthier. Apparently her digestive system agrees with my choices. I guess its better than having a grumpy "backed up" baby right?&lt;br /&gt;she is a good baby so i can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TUcOHnBs0JI/AAAAAAAAAmE/E2Ov3qwPYBQ/s1600/CIMG2743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568434988164894866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TUcOHnBs0JI/AAAAAAAAAmE/E2Ov3qwPYBQ/s320/CIMG2743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of cleaning(see above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TUcOH30vAUI/AAAAAAAAAmM/DT67CtylQjs/s1600/CIMG2745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568434992673915202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TUcOH30vAUI/AAAAAAAAAmM/DT67CtylQjs/s320/CIMG2745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i just say i love these three things?&lt;br /&gt;the oxi clean because, well you saw the mess. It works wonders.&lt;br /&gt;The Lysol wipes i have been a fan of for some time. BUT a couple of months ago I got a coupon for these "dual action" wipes and since I am one of "those" people now i used it and i have to say, i fell in love all over again. I feel like I am accomplishing more and the first time I used them cleaned my counter tops four times in a row. They are that good.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the swiffer dusting stuff. I don't even know what to say. I just love it. It is not greasy like other dusting things and smells really good.&lt;br /&gt;and also, I made this (not today, but still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TUcOIUZoYKI/AAAAAAAAAmU/nrj_P-5MfV8/s1600/CIMG2748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568435000344862882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TUcOIUZoYKI/AAAAAAAAAmU/nrj_P-5MfV8/s320/CIMG2748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love valentines decorations. They go up the second my christmas comes down and stay up through the end of February. And I am really proud of this.&lt;br /&gt;I also added a few new recipes to the &lt;a href="http://www.sweettoothfix.blogspot.com/"&gt;cooking blog&lt;/a&gt;. i know, i was on a roll until the eruption. (sorry no pictures. I am just proud I remembered to blog them, let alone took pictures.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-4717521275370393301?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4717521275370393301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=4717521275370393301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4717521275370393301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4717521275370393301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-sorts-of-mommy-things.html' title='all sorts of mommy things'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/TUcOGym61KI/AAAAAAAAAl0/W1Be2vL9Xbc/s72-c/CIMG2733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-4946887809899586745</id><published>2011-01-23T13:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T13:53:32.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TTyi9KjRb5I/AAAAAAAAAls/1MnNnAOQa84/s1600/CIMG1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TTyi9KjRb5I/AAAAAAAAAls/1MnNnAOQa84/s320/CIMG1579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565502411211108242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I made our New Year's resolution to eat healthier and to run in a few different events this year, as well as take more hiking/camping trips we only went hiking once last year (i was pregnant, but still!). We got on the topic of how amazing the human body is. If you give it the right 'fuel' and work it out to its full potential, the body can do amazing things. Hence, our desire to eat healthy and be outdoors more. I am pretty proud of us so far,we have not even really been tempted to eat really unhealthy food. So in order to keep myself kind of organized, I have changed my cooking blog-a little. I still love sweets, but I am coming to loooove trying new and healthy recipes. So if anyone still reads that thing, I have added a couple healthier recipes that we have tried and love. Hopefully it will help if anyone else that has a similar goal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-4946887809899586745?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4946887809899586745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=4946887809899586745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4946887809899586745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4946887809899586745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/01/new.html' title='NEW'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/TTyi9KjRb5I/AAAAAAAAAls/1MnNnAOQa84/s72-c/CIMG1579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-6806269379827301982</id><published>2011-01-14T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:27:54.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Men Don't do Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When John and I were dating, he was sitting in a chair in the living room, I was sitting on the ground beneath him. His neice's had recently been playing with a comb and had left it on the arm of the chair. Well, my adorable husband cannot sit still without doing something with his hands, and since this was pre-iPhone, a comb was the next best thing right? he started just playing around with the ends of my hair and before you knew it the comb was wound up to my scalp in my long hair. It took his mom and I a good half hour to untangle the mess.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to October of this (wait last?)year, It was a few days before I had Quinn and my sister asked me to put some curlers in her hair to sleep in. I had to comb each piece out and again, John was sitting next to me and got curious (i guess). You can probably guess what happened next....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TTE9acWC-uI/AAAAAAAAAlA/_xJHLOuk1M8/s1600/stephs%2Bhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562294539273829090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TTE9acWC-uI/AAAAAAAAAlA/_xJHLOuk1M8/s320/stephs%2Bhair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. He did it again. He felt horrible (again) and yes, those are pliers that my dad and I were using to cut the comb out of her hair rather than having to chop it off. I was laughing so hard the entire 45 minutes it took to untangle her. I forgot about it until I came across this picture and it is just one of those things you want documented somewhere! Needless to say, when Quinn has enough hair to do something with, Daddy will not be allowed anywhere near it :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-6806269379827301982?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6806269379827301982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=6806269379827301982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6806269379827301982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6806269379827301982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-men-dont-do-hair.html' title='Why Men Don&apos;t do Hair'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/TTE9acWC-uI/AAAAAAAAAlA/_xJHLOuk1M8/s72-c/stephs%2Bhair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-5458696660642196401</id><published>2011-01-06T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:11:47.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trash</title><content type='html'>I cleaned my house this morning. I was bugged by clutter and just started throwing everything out. After I got done grocery shopping I called John to talk to him. This is the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;me: ...And then I put my check in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;John: did you put my tuition reimbursement check in too?&lt;br /&gt;me: uh no? Was I supposed to?&lt;br /&gt;John: yeah, it was on the entry way table.&lt;br /&gt;me:(slightly panicked) oh, was it in that envelope?!&lt;br /&gt;John: yeah, why?&lt;br /&gt;me: UMMMMMM I threw it away!&lt;br /&gt;John:(silence)&lt;br /&gt;me: (silence)&lt;br /&gt;John: can you get it out?&lt;br /&gt;needless to say.. i  was digging a goooood chunk of money out of the trash today. Only I would throw money away because it looked like clutter. well, maybe my mom too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-5458696660642196401?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5458696660642196401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=5458696660642196401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5458696660642196401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5458696660642196401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2011/01/trash.html' title='trash'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-3412674910451542843</id><published>2010-12-31T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:26:31.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing.</title><content type='html'>I want to blog. I have nothing really to blog about, I guess I will blog about Christmas and other things that have nothing to do with Christmas. So for both readers of my blog, here is a nothing post for you. :D&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was great! Hectic (as usual) but great. John and I live close enough to both our parents that we can't justify the "this year YOUR parents, next year MY parents" thing, but far enough away that it makes for A LOT of driving up and down the Salt Lake valley during the holidays. It is fun to get to see both families though. This year was especially fun because of this little babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TR4XwAQwH0I/AAAAAAAAAko/1uqzZ0yOa1Q/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556905103693193026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TR4XwAQwH0I/AAAAAAAAAko/1uqzZ0yOa1Q/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is the greatest. We would hold up her presents (as if she cared) and she would humor us and smile, so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have more pictures of Christmas somewhere, but mostly we used our video camera. I will not bore you with hours and hours of family parties, opening presents and us making fools of ourselves to get Quinn to smile, even though her smile is the cutest. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John did great on spoiling me again this year. I love him! We also got spoiled by our parents, my mom MADE yes MADE me a super cute new apron. It is adorable, again a picture is floating around somewhere. She also made one for Quinn too cute! they also hooked us up with an awesome belgian waffle maker. It's one of the flip kind where you can do two at a time, ahhhh we love waffles! She also got me a new cookbook which I was desperatly needing. To make it better, Johns parents got me (and john, but lets face it, me) a kitchenaid! So now we can have delicious belgian waffles that I can make in my cute new apron while mixing the batter in my new kitchenaid as opposed to using my dumb little $15 hand mixer. It was a good day. Quinn got completely spoiled by us and her grandparents. It was insane, but so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's Christmas, loved it but glad for it to be over and just relax for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the Nothing part of my blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like reading back on older posts in my (and other peoples, yes i stalk!) blogs. I like remembering what was going on and what I liked at the time. So I decided to post some things I like right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Church- yes church. I love sitting in sacrament with my cute little family while my hottie of a husband holds our precious baby girl. I like going to gospel doctrine and repeating the same thing. I like not having to be stuck in a small room with 10+ 3 year olds all wanting to sit on my lap while being hugely pregnant. I do miss the little kids sometimes, but I seriously look forward to church the next week almost immediatly after I get home. And honestly, i love getting quinn all dressed up for church and showing her off. The people in our ward are so nice and just go crazy over how cute she is. so that might have something to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Makeup- I go through stages of liking the 'au naturale' look and loooving eyeshadow! generally summertime makes me like the natural look cause generally I am a lot tanner. Lately though, i have loved putting on makeup. I am going to brave the mall today to go get some new MAC eyeshadow, they have the best colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Snuggling- everymorning after Quinn eats and we say goodbye to John, we proceed to snuggle for a good 30 minutes before I will get up and going. I love it. We both love to snuggle so it works out well. Look how cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TR4c9KbvinI/AAAAAAAAAk4/_KPL3r6vJnk/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556910827320085106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TR4c9KbvinI/AAAAAAAAAk4/_KPL3r6vJnk/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How could I not love snuggling up to this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Quinn-just quinn in general. She is getting so fun! John and I love this little girl so much! She is starting to try and giggle but it comes out more as a squeak, she is also trying to talk to me alot with little baby coo's. I love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Family-I love having family time with just the 3 of us. It was fun having our own little traditions this year, we read quinn 'Twas the night before Christmas and watched White Christmas (best christmas movie of all time!) on Christmas Eve. I loved it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Dance Central- ever since I saw the commercial in october-ish i have told john I needed the game. He was going to make me wait until Christmas but I got him to cave and give it to me early. I cannot tell you how often I play this game. It's alot. It is helping shed some of the unwanted pregnancy lb's too. Now if I could just lay off the cupcakes, cookies, chocolate covered almonds... mmmmmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well that made me hungry. So i think I'll go eat. I am starting a biggest loser contest with John's family on Monday so I better try and weigh as much as i can right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-3412674910451542843?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3412674910451542843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=3412674910451542843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3412674910451542843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3412674910451542843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/12/nothing.html' title='Nothing.'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/TR4XwAQwH0I/AAAAAAAAAko/1uqzZ0yOa1Q/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-1128177664270755888</id><published>2010-12-23T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:52:38.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TRN-NtNZe5I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Kq3Xiganhak/s1600/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TRN-NtNZe5I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Kq3Xiganhak/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553921539417144210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture, John's face is the best description of how amazing that moment was! This picture makes me wonder what could ever be put under a tree that would even come close to making me as happy as my cute little family. The answer is nothing, they are the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-1128177664270755888?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1128177664270755888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=1128177664270755888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1128177664270755888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1128177664270755888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/12/gift.html' title='Gift'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/TRN-NtNZe5I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Kq3Xiganhak/s72-c/DSC_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-2820676198365918792</id><published>2010-12-05T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T17:41:37.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessed</title><content type='html'>Quinn was blessed today, and she was such a good baby(as usual)! John did an amazing job, he really is a stud. After we had everyone over for food and ended up playing the kinect for 3 hours after. I then proceeded to take a really long nap. We had a pretty hectic weekend complete with two christmas parties on top of getting everything ready for her blessing. So a nap was necessary. 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I loved it and she looked so pretty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a fun day and judging by this picture, I think Quinn had a good day too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TPw7ouakfGI/AAAAAAAAAj8/qa9dC4U16LI/s1600/quinnsmile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547374411853888610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TPw7ouakfGI/AAAAAAAAAj8/qa9dC4U16LI/s320/quinnsmile.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This before our christmas parties yesterday, she was a huge hit at both, and looked so cute! I love this little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TPw7JvGzNQI/AAAAAAAAAj0/JHBjhfwnytU/s1600/quinnparty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547373879463458050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TPw7JvGzNQI/AAAAAAAAAj0/JHBjhfwnytU/s320/quinnparty.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can i just say how much i hate thie picture layout for blogger now? cause i hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-2820676198365918792?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/2820676198365918792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=2820676198365918792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/2820676198365918792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/2820676198365918792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/12/blessed.html' title='blessed'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/TPw-VJGrnqI/AAAAAAAAAkE/jN_qGi4MlVM/s72-c/DSC_0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-3395896042295024753</id><published>2010-11-15T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:22:42.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month</title><content type='html'>My baby is one month old already! Time needs to slow down. I am going to cry when she no longer fits in NB clothes (even though this girl is DECKED for 0-3 month clothes, seriously she got spoiled at her showers). She is still so bitty, I love her so much! She is my little bud, I left her with Grandma Limburg for the TCU game (laaaame) and I seriously felt like part of me was missing. We are doing 1 month pictures this week, so I will post those later. Here are a few pictures from the past month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TOHMxcWhOvI/AAAAAAAAAik/Hy_hTPPKECQ/s1600/quinnute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539934166438722290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TOHMxcWhOvI/AAAAAAAAAik/Hy_hTPPKECQ/s320/quinnute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TOHMxP1VdGI/AAAAAAAAAic/6UWfdQx7x2s/s1600/quinnute2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539934163078313058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TOHMxP1VdGI/AAAAAAAAAic/6UWfdQx7x2s/s320/quinnute2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TOHMwaHkXOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/gmlZaWsYV1o/s1600/photo4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539934148659272930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TOHMwaHkXOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/gmlZaWsYV1o/s320/photo4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TOHGM0HRj3I/AAAAAAAAAiM/tsD6Lxv25T0/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 326px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539926940092305266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TOHGM0HRj3I/AAAAAAAAAiM/tsD6Lxv25T0/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TOHGMc0kO6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/MvEFae4b0L0/s1600/photo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539926933839821730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TOHGMc0kO6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/MvEFae4b0L0/s320/photo3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TOHGMNMSPaI/AAAAAAAAAh8/fLvOpVFB7Hk/s1600/DSC_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TOHGL97M2ZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/8JeYAs6XPks/s1600/daddyquinn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539926925546150290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TOHGL97M2ZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/8JeYAs6XPks/s320/daddyquinn.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-3395896042295024753?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3395896042295024753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=3395896042295024753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3395896042295024753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3395896042295024753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-month.html' title='1 Month'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/TOHMxcWhOvI/AAAAAAAAAik/Hy_hTPPKECQ/s72-c/quinnute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-4612847505191044244</id><published>2010-11-04T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T16:12:29.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mighty Quinn*</title><content type='html'>a few months ago I wasn't sure why anyone would ever get pregnant TWICE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TNM8gEP3xCI/AAAAAAAAAhk/UBKr-YeHVGQ/s1600/CIMG2636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535834888562263074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TNM8gEP3xCI/AAAAAAAAAhk/UBKr-YeHVGQ/s320/CIMG2636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TNM8fd5RcLI/AAAAAAAAAhU/OuXhWlX5GIw/s1600/CIMG2638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535834878266929330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TNM8fd5RcLI/AAAAAAAAAhU/OuXhWlX5GIw/s320/CIMG2638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the title is the song that John's dad dubbed as hers, its really old and really cute. And everytime we go to his parents house, it is played in honor of our Quinn. In fact all four of our parents were singing it right before this little girl decided to come! We like an introduction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-4612847505191044244?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4612847505191044244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=4612847505191044244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4612847505191044244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4612847505191044244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/11/mighty-quinn.html' title='The Mighty Quinn*'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/TNM8gEP3xCI/AAAAAAAAAhk/UBKr-YeHVGQ/s72-c/CIMG2636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-4377069686278469120</id><published>2010-10-27T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T10:33:24.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinn Louise</title><content type='html'>She is here! Quinn was born at 4:17pm on October 15th. She is beautiful and perfect! I was finally able to pull myself away from her for 2 seconds (she is a little snugglebug and I love it!) so I thought I would blog about her! She has pretty olive colored skin and dark brown hair, our cute 6 year old neice Ava told us in the hospital that she kind of looks like she should speak spanish because of her skin, haha so cute! She has a raspy little voice when she cries, I love it because I did too when I was little! People so far say that she looks alot like John, with my eyes and coloring, and I am perfectly fine with that :D! She is SUCH a good little baby! She sleeps pretty good throughout the night and nurses extremely well, John and I really think we could not have asked for a better little baby! Here are some pictures from the last 2 weeks, I LOVE being this sweet little girl's mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533150389024039554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TMmy9oKXooI/AAAAAAAAAhA/mhtLzqP6RCk/s320/tutu1+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TMmy9QhL4sI/AAAAAAAAAg4/w-aFh2AxiD0/s1600/DSC_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533150382677287618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TMmy9QhL4sI/AAAAAAAAAg4/w-aFh2AxiD0/s320/DSC_0227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TMmy8_yZYQI/AAAAAAAAAgw/psXW_D7dHKM/s1600/DSC_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; 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Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/TMmy9oKXooI/AAAAAAAAAhA/mhtLzqP6RCk/s72-c/tutu1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-1077103757685495472</id><published>2010-09-27T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T10:22:27.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dr. Healy, you just became my favorite person."</title><content type='html'>October 15th is the day! It's a done deal, my doctor scheduled me to come to the hospital the night of the 14th (if i haven't had her, but I'm not getting my hopes up!) so that our baby will be here on October 15th! After he got off the phone with the hospital, I made sure to let him know he was kind of a superhero.  The end is in sight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-1077103757685495472?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1077103757685495472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=1077103757685495472' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1077103757685495472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1077103757685495472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/09/dr-healy-you-just-became-my-favorite.html' title='&quot;Dr. Healy, you just became my favorite person.&quot;'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-1985306737734585562</id><published>2010-09-24T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T18:41:25.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another list</title><content type='html'>again, I am documenting things about my pregnancy. So here is another list. This time of things I will miss about being pregnant. Needless to say this will be the shortest list ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Saying "is that a fat joke?" to people whenever the occasion arises will probably be really awkard instead of funny, so I will probably have to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The people at wal mart will probably not offer to help me lift stuff into my car, or scan things from the cart as much. Well, that has only happend once (last week), so I feel kinda Jipped and wish it would continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I would say eating alot but really, I have never held back too much. I guess I'll say people TELLING me to eat more :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I will most likely miss feeling her kick, even though holding her while she kicks will be WAY more fun!&lt;br /&gt;and that's all for now. I just want her here!! (20 more days?!?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-1985306737734585562?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1985306737734585562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=1985306737734585562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1985306737734585562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1985306737734585562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-list.html' title='another list'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-5999902182745497590</id><published>2010-09-20T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:11:24.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(almost)37 weeks</title><content type='html'>I kind of boycotted "belly pictures" for a few weeks there because well, it's no fun seeing yourself expand! But John snuck one in at my mom's house tonight and I thought well, MAYBE one day I might want to remember this. So I let him take one HEAD ON(!!!!!) once we got home.( I may regret this later..)&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in all my almost-37-weeks-about-to-pop glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TJggrZMyKAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/LTOZC2xa5Xc/s1600/37weeks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519197273213511682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TJggrZMyKAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/LTOZC2xa5Xc/s320/37weeks2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TJggrZMyKAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/LTOZC2xa5Xc/s1600/37weeks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TJggq-MJFJI/AAAAAAAAAfo/LaCWQqLz77Q/s1600/37weekcrop+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519197265963062418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TJggq-MJFJI/AAAAAAAAAfo/LaCWQqLz77Q/s320/37weekcrop+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please don't judge how awful I look in this photo, I ran around like a MAD woman today!! and they were both taken with a cell phone, otherwise I'm sure I'd look like a model... haha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-5999902182745497590?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5999902182745497590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=5999902182745497590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5999902182745497590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5999902182745497590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/09/almost37-weeks.html' title='(almost)37 weeks'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/TJggrZMyKAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/LTOZC2xa5Xc/s72-c/37weeks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-3698047975541627754</id><published>2010-09-06T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T22:12:52.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to remember?</title><content type='html'>So everyone tells me that I should document as much as possible with my first pregnancy, cause it only happens once. So in my attempt to "journal" the experience, I decided I better document the whole "finding out" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scenario&lt;/span&gt; as I am winding down on time and probably won't after she gets here!&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: LONG STORY&lt;br /&gt;Last fall John and I had been having "feelings" that it was time to start a family. Scared to death, we had been passing it off and passing it off. Finally, I decided to go in for my yearly checkup because I was having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of discomfort. Come to find out, my IUD was causing me to have multiple ovarian cysts in BOTH ovaries. They weren't harmful, just extremely painful. My Dr. suggested removing my IUD to see if that would help. Considering the fact that John and I had been praying about starting a family, we took that as somewhat of a sign. A bit reluctantly, I got my IUD removed in late November, almost December. John and I resolved that we would *wait* to really try until April or so, and then it would probably be like 6 months until I ACTUALLY got pregnant. I am sure Heavenly Father was laughing at us pretty hard at that moment, considering I got pregnant the next month!&lt;br /&gt;I think we were a little naive at how when its time.. its TIME! I was super stressed out at my Job, and magically a new job approached me with an interview out of the blue. When they offered me the Job I was a bit skeptical, and prayed for a 'sign' on my lunch break that day. Long story short, when I got back from lunch there was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of paper on the keyboard that was a clear cut sign to take the new, much less stressful, much more family-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodating&lt;/span&gt; job. (this was all when we thought we were 'waiting' :D)&lt;br /&gt;So, I took the new job. A few weeks later John and I were in Idaho for  a friends wedding, and we were visiting with two of my friends from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;. We were talking about getting pregnant and having babies with my friend Tessa who had a baby last year, and I remember thinking "I would be in WAY over my head, good thing we are waiting a few months!" Well, the NEXT DAY  (valentines day.. fun fact:D) I woke up from a nap and realized that I hadn't had a visit from my *friend* yet. I was not used to having them regularly since my contraceptive of choice kind of diminishes that fun little aspect. I did not realize I was 3-4 days past due. I didn't worry too much, (we were waiting, right?) but thought "well, we have those dollar store pregnancy tests, I'll just take one for the heck of it."&lt;br /&gt;Positive that it would come out negative, I didn't even wake John up from his nap to tell him because I was pretty sure of myself. After a couple minutes, I went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; dump the test in the garbage before slightly glancing down at it. I am pretty sure my jaw dropped like in a Tom and Jerry cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;Right there in front of me was a faint pink line next to the bold one. I freaked a little! I started calling to John to "come here!" the poor guy was in a half asleep state as I showed him my faded line. We were both a bit skeptical, and decided to go to the store to get a "pregnant" or "not pregnant" test, to be sure. One sabbath-day-breaking-trip and 3 tests later, we were convinced!&lt;br /&gt;So there it is, Our little girl was not waiting any longer for mom and dad to get in gear. She knew it was time, and was sick of us thinking we were in charge! We are SO grateful she did, and cannot wait for her to get here... NEXT MONTH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-3698047975541627754?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3698047975541627754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=3698047975541627754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3698047975541627754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3698047975541627754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/09/something-to-remember.html' title='Something to remember?'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-3703271857465345474</id><published>2010-08-30T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:12:34.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needed</title><content type='html'>So I have been feeling pretty Huge lately. Rightfully so, as I am 8 months pregnant. BUT today a 15 year old and his mom made my day. I had been working on him for probably 20-30 minutes and talking to his mom the whole time, when the fact that I am pregnant came up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet sweet mother: "oh my! your pregnant?! How far along?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "oh yeah, 8 months!"&lt;br /&gt;mother: "OH MY GOSH! my daughter would kill you, she is due the end of October and triples you!"&lt;br /&gt;precious 15 year old boy: "Wait, she's PREGNANT?!" (turns head to look at my stomach)&lt;br /&gt;me: "haha you guys are too nice!" (beaming beneath my mask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I had scrubs on. But STILL, it never hurts to hear when you feel like a WHALE!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks 15 year old patient and your mom. I needed that.&lt;br /&gt;(not sure if i should really document as I hear you are a lot bigger second time around and it may be a painful memory at that point, but it will be nice to read this when I'm feelng huge again... tomorrow. :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-3703271857465345474?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3703271857465345474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=3703271857465345474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3703271857465345474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3703271857465345474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/08/needed.html' title='Needed'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-7603232530689202</id><published>2010-08-11T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T18:28:49.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><content type='html'>I had another appointment today (i promise not to write about every appointment since i go in a lot more now, but this made me really happy on a really stressful day. So I want to remember it.)&lt;br /&gt;(coincidentally) On the way in to our appointment I was telling John that I knew my due date had to be wrong. Without too much info, I was saying that I vividly remember January 15th (my supposed first day of my LMP) and know for a fact it was my last day, not first. WHY? because I was helping his sister paint her house and remember being annoyed that I was STILL dealing with it. I had been hoping for 2 days before that I would be done. Also, before I went to the Dr. for the first time I went to babycenter and put in the REAL first day of my LMP (I do not remember it now) and it came up as Oct 15th or something. BUT when I went in to my first appointment they said Oct 22 and thats what I have been planning on.&lt;br /&gt;WELL..&lt;br /&gt;for the last few appointments my Dr. (who apparantly is in high demand) has been at the hospital delivering/discharging, so I have just seen the Nurse/Midwife on staff since it is just a quick ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;Today when the MY dr. walked in he looked at me, smiled and said "Whitney! Your 30.5, well almost 31 weeks! Your on the home stretch!"... In my mind I am 2 days away from 30 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and questioned him and he said, "yeah she has been measuring that for the past 3 appointments."&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to tell him of his staff's neglect in telling me this.&lt;br /&gt;He did the Ultrasound (baby girl is 100% healthy by the way!!) and said "Yep. Oct 14th." I was in shock! I asked him what my due date is and he said that they can't "change" my due date after 20 weeks, so Oct. 22 is the "official" due date. BUT she is probably really due on Oct 14th!&lt;br /&gt;I was worried that maybe I had just eaten too much and she was just gaining too much weight. He said not likely because MY weight gain is actually on the low-of-normal side. WHEW!&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER 14TH!?!?!?! that sounds like heaven to me.&lt;br /&gt;I know this does not mean that she will be super punctual and POP out right then, BUT it does give me a higher chance of having her sooner since developmentally she is actually 8 days older than her 'due date'.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely got to throw out a big fat 'I told you so' after my appointment today.&lt;br /&gt;So that's my good news on my not-so-good-news day. Thank heavens for my baby, already pointing out the silver lining for mom :D.&lt;br /&gt;(and yes, I changed my pregnancy ticker to reflect this. Because I can.:D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-7603232530689202?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/7603232530689202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=7603232530689202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7603232530689202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7603232530689202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-8894474834326788191</id><published>2010-08-05T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:27:56.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on my husband's nightstand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFuL1-72kNI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Rdl77Ivsgvc/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502145129306558674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFuL1-72kNI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Rdl77Ivsgvc/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I walked into my bedroom, and on the nightstand next to John's side of the bed I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE when pieces of paper are just lying around. So naturally I picked it up to throw away, but glanced at it to see what it was. I found this card I gave to John in 2006. I don't even know how it survived. I throw EVERYTHING away. everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFuL3fZhtYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/bvDrQuxf46k/s1600/johno.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFuL3EZAvOI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/lUT2mJK15lg/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502145147950906594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFuL3EZAvOI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/lUT2mJK15lg/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFuL2lR7OAI/AAAAAAAAAfI/CHgDDHkAoOw/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502145139599685634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFuL2lR7OAI/AAAAAAAAAfI/CHgDDHkAoOw/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" /&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;One of our engagement pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFuL2fYT96I/AAAAAAAAAfA/7BTNOCt57fU/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502145138015860642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFuL2fYT96I/AAAAAAAAAfA/7BTNOCt57fU/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an email of how to be an exceptional husband (which he has down, by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFuL1-72kNI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Rdl77Ivsgvc/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure why any of this was there, but I immediatly felt bad for getting annoyed by a piece of paper. John is way too cool, and always tries to do sweet things for me. He keeps multiple pictures on his desk at work--just of me. He introduces me proudly to everyone he knows (and has recently added the 'belly pat' to his introduction routine- I love it!). He is such a hottie and I have so much fun with him. I am excited for our little babe to meet him because I know he will spoil her just as much as me (maybe more?) I am so happy that I got to marry this guy, and judging from my find, the feeling may be mutual?&lt;br /&gt;What a stud-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFuL3fZhtYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/bvDrQuxf46k/s1600/johno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502145155200824706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFuL3fZhtYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/bvDrQuxf46k/s320/johno.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFuL3EZAvOI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/lUT2mJK15lg/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-8894474834326788191?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8894474834326788191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=8894474834326788191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8894474834326788191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8894474834326788191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-my-husbands-nightstand.html' title='on my husband&apos;s nightstand'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFuL1-72kNI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Rdl77Ivsgvc/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-2281604192602160340</id><published>2010-07-30T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T11:07:39.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Trimester!</title><content type='html'>I am officially in the home stretch. I start going to the doctor every TWO weeks now! so i must be getting closer right? I was kind of excited when he told me that at my appointment this week. I thought it would be another appointment or two. I am very anxious for this baby to get here, if you didn't already get that.&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't already know this about me, I kind of go back and forth on decisions. ALOT. Trust me. Im the most annoying shopper because even if I absolutley love something, I go back and forth on whether I 'need' it, or 'really' want it. I even get annoyed shopping with me. (anyway) Case in point: in my last post i talked about how i decided not to make the bedding. well, i decided to make the bedding. I got the front of the blanket done, and it was as big as a crib quilt and not as hard as i thought. SO i decided all i need to do know is get a bumper (found), crib sheet (done), and make the crib skirt (well i have the fabric..?)I am excited because&lt;br /&gt;1. its MUCH cheaper&lt;br /&gt;2. its the colors i wanted(!!!)&lt;br /&gt;3.it is fun. i am excited to get it all done and be able to think "hey, i made that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course it would not be possible without the help of my amazingly talented mom. She's awesome. Anytime I have a question/issue she's right there to answer it. When we were picking up the fabric the lady at ben franklin and my mom were talking all these dimensions and "yards" and such. It sounded like chinese to me. Luckily, I just stood there, nodded my head when needed and we walked out with the right amount of fabric (plus a little extra) with no help from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the colors I chose (i decided to go vintage, rather than bubble gum):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFMPX6SSDPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/I0BPu5ygEeA/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499756473406852338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFMPX6SSDPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/I0BPu5ygEeA/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is the front of the blanket:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFMPYb-LAQI/AAAAAAAAAeo/aX2CYjWr1DI/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499756482449309954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFMPYb-LAQI/AAAAAAAAAeo/aX2CYjWr1DI/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here is me TODAY, 28 weeks along and getting bigger by the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFMPYry1S-I/AAAAAAAAAew/SyeZ9RZj7G8/s1600/PIC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499756486696717282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFMPYry1S-I/AAAAAAAAAew/SyeZ9RZj7G8/s320/PIC_0019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-2281604192602160340?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/2281604192602160340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=2281604192602160340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/2281604192602160340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/2281604192602160340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/07/third-trimester.html' title='Third Trimester!'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/TFMPX6SSDPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/I0BPu5ygEeA/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-527424493313352156</id><published>2010-07-25T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:32:50.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an update</title><content type='html'>Things have been SO busy lately! Which is exactly how I like them because.. I start my LAST trimester this week! It feels like it has gone by pretty fast, but at the same time it feels like forever until she gets here! John and I have had a lot going on. We just got home (like an hour ago) from California and my feet are all swollen from the heat/car ride so I have nothing better to do than put my feet up and blog. I'd love to post a bunch of pictures from our trip, but of course I couldn't find the charger for my camera, and I don't like using the fancy photography camera because it is just too much for my brain to handle. Also we were by water 90% of the time and i don't trust my clumsy self. so no pictures from the trip. HOWEVER, i do have a few belly pictures, I am getting huge.. finally!&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;*I had another appointment (a month ago.. ha) baby girl.. is still a girl! WHEW!She is kicking *up a storm and even wakes me up sometimes. John and I cannot get enough!&lt;br /&gt;*I was going to attempt to make the bedding because little girl bedding only comes in bubble gum pink apparantly, and backed out. Luckily I didn't buy much so now i will just try my hand at a cute little blanket! (pictures to come!)&lt;br /&gt;*I think we have settled on a name, I have loved it forever but wasn't set on it until john started referring to her by it. I love when he calls her that, so it will probably be her name.&lt;br /&gt;*I will potentially be having this baby a week early, not for health reasons, but because my docter said he would if i wanted to and im not sure i will be able to say no! 11 weeks to go instead of 12? Heck yes.&lt;br /&gt;*I have my glucose testing this week, and found out no yucky drink for me! Pop and a candy bar for breakfast?! I can handle that.&lt;br /&gt;*as mentioned earlier John and I went to California for a week with his fam and had a lot of fun just being together all day. I wish we could retire right now and do that everyday!&lt;br /&gt;*I look prego. I actually like my bare belly (prego bellys always freaked me out, and I did not understand why anyone would take pictures of them) but really, I love seeing my fat belly because my baby girl is GROWIIIING and at least now i look pregnant not chubby. always a plus!&lt;br /&gt;There is not much else going on, and I don't even know if any of that was worth posting. But again, i am swollen and couch ridden. So here are some belly pictures for your enjoyment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TEzvZtucRDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8bHdu_myfQc/s1600/25+weeks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498032470162687026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TEzvZtucRDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8bHdu_myfQc/s320/25+weeks.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the bump at 25 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason my other picture will not download. Its not much different, but I will post another at 28 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-527424493313352156?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/527424493313352156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=527424493313352156' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/527424493313352156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/527424493313352156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/07/update.html' title='an update'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/TEzvZtucRDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8bHdu_myfQc/s72-c/25+weeks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-4408726239445014192</id><published>2010-06-21T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:44:35.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'It Won't Be Like This For Long' by Darius Rucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song makes me cry. Alot. And she's not even here yet. Thanks, Darius Rucker/Pregnancy Hormones. But really, this song is precious and I cannot wait until October!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/QAhpbYpfxOY/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QAhpbYpfxOY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QAhpbYpfxOY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-4408726239445014192?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4408726239445014192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=4408726239445014192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4408726239445014192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4408726239445014192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-wont-be-like-this-for-long-by-darius.html' title='&apos;It Won&apos;t Be Like This For Long&apos; by Darius Rucker'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-8173169865585555618</id><published>2010-06-16T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T07:12:15.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story....</title><content type='html'>SOOOOOOO open mouth insert foot?  We had our 3d ultra sound yesterday. The first thing John said when we got in there was "we want to make sure its still a boy!" joking of course. So the ultra sound technician looked at all the vital things on baby and everything looked good! I kept saying "oh look at his feet!" "oh he's so cute!" and she would say, "what did they tell you this baby was?" so I started to wonder, but 85% seemed like a good percentage. Then she switched over to 3d (so cool by the way!) and we saw our baby's face, but she was doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TBjbA8gk2CI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qVV3gbw2AYg/s1600/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483373355612821538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TBjbA8gk2CI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qVV3gbw2AYg/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i was melting, i love her little hand!!)&lt;br /&gt;I said "oh he's mad at us!" as a joke and the ultrasound tech said&lt;br /&gt;"that's cause you keep calling this baby girl a boy!"&lt;br /&gt;then john and i went into shock. We didn't say anything we just looked at eachother for about 10 seconds in complete silence. The lady started laughing and asking if we were okay, and I just burst out laughing and kept asking if she was kidding! She went down to her womanly region and in 3d, there was NO denying that this little babe is a GIRL!! What we saw last time, was indeed the ambilical cord! After the initial shock john and i both got really excited!! It felt more real somehow? Like we always knew deep down it was a girl. Our percentage went up to 99.9%, so we are a little more comfortable with that! we had some exchanging to do on the few things we had bought, but honestly.. SOO much easier to find cute girl stuff! john is already looking at cute Utah dresses for her, he is already such a proud daddy!&lt;br /&gt;Here are her little feet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TBjbBQwmfCI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mfvTr0ZtPMY/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483373361048747042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TBjbBQwmfCI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mfvTr0ZtPMY/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept grabbing them! you can kind of see her fingers, precious little girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-8173169865585555618?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8173169865585555618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=8173169865585555618' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8173169865585555618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8173169865585555618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/06/funny-story.html' title='Funny Story....'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/TBjbA8gk2CI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qVV3gbw2AYg/s72-c/DSC_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-7013029891168821489</id><published>2010-06-03T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:01:32.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Whoooaahhh we're halfway there..."</title><content type='html'>20 weeks, and I am FINALLY starting to look pregnant! i almost went sweatshirt-less to walmart tonight, just to show it off. But i was wearing a tank top underneath, and garments and a tank top don't mesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TAhsH4F7drI/AAAAAAAAAeA/mC5q1W0GGHc/s1600/PIC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478747829268346546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/TAhsH4F7drI/AAAAAAAAAeA/mC5q1W0GGHc/s320/PIC_0014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its ABOUT time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-7013029891168821489?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/7013029891168821489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=7013029891168821489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7013029891168821489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7013029891168821489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/06/whoooaahhh-were-halfway-there.html' title='&apos;Whoooaahhh we&apos;re halfway there...&quot;'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/TAhsH4F7drI/AAAAAAAAAeA/mC5q1W0GGHc/s72-c/PIC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-7043773240280455827</id><published>2010-05-28T12:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:06:45.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists</title><content type='html'>I was feeling sorry for myself  this week. I told john that my trial in life must be pregnancy because I get EVERYTHING, and I do mean EVERYTHING.  I started making a list:&lt;br /&gt;1. Breast Tenderness (OUUUUCH)&lt;br /&gt;2. EXTREME morning(all day) sickness-throwing up and all&lt;br /&gt;3.Nosebleeds (waking up to it running down my throat, on my pillow etc..)&lt;br /&gt;4.shortness of breath&lt;br /&gt;5.migraines, and tylenol sucks by the way.&lt;br /&gt;6.fatigue-as in, by 8 at night I am out for the count and if not.. thats right- throwing up the next day!&lt;br /&gt;7.Hormones like crazy, i cry on a daily basis about dumb stuff. not even sad stuff, just stuff.&lt;br /&gt;8.And most recently SCIATICA!!!!! and it is so bad at times that i physically cannot move. walking/standing for long periods of time is out of the question. It is a constant stabbing pain in my lower back/right hip/right leg. My mom had it and hers would come and go. Mine came and stayed, i wish i were kidding when i say i go through hours at a time where i am immobile. I feel lucky when i can go 5 minutes standing/walking and not want to scream from extreme pain. I think that because I haven't POPPED yet, the baby is wedged inside of my torso and there is only so much room. So of course my sciatic nerve is constantly pinched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more that would take even more explaination/ they are kind of embarrassing. And this week was extremely bad. I was telling John that it just wasnt fair. Not to me, and not to him because he has to deal with me. And most of all, I am tired of feeling bad/guilty about being pregnant. I am so excited about this baby, but I physically can't do things that I could before, I felt like I was letting people i care about down and being a huge burden on everyone, namely him.&lt;br /&gt;THENNN (with john's help)&lt;br /&gt;I had an epiphany. THAT is what is not fair. I should NOT feel bad or guilty for being pregnant. If anything I should just feel honored (which i have the whole time, dont get me wrong). I should not let what other people think or say affect me normally and ESPECIALLY not now. SO here is my new list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am so HONORED that my heavenly father trusts me to carry and mother this wonderful baby boy growing inside of me&lt;br /&gt;2.I am so happy to have an AMAZING husband who will be the best dad ever, and tries to comfort me when I get anxiety about being a mother.&lt;br /&gt;3.I am GRATEFUL for this opportunity. So many women don't get it, and I have absolutley NO reason to complain.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am healthy, and (more importantly)so is my sweet baby boy. Uncomfortable, yes. But if that is what it takes to keep that precious heart beating, then bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;5. Our family is giving us full support and love, no negativity, no guilt. My mom comes to my rescue and comforts me when I feel weak and helpless.&lt;br /&gt;6.I have a wonderful job with wonderful co-workers/boss who understand what i am going through more than I do and won't let me over do it, even when i want to.&lt;br /&gt;7.I know i mentioned John before but honestly, i could not do this without him. i am normally a pretty strong person (seriously, i broke my foot once and danced on it for 3 hours before i went to the hospital, im no wuss.)but this has been a trial. He is always so positive and always looking out for me and our baby, he puts us before everything else. He makes no apologies or excuses for doing so either. He says we are his #1 priority and thats that. I am so grateful that he is so sweet and sincere. He does things that I forget to do, he brought breakfast for the girls at work after they had to take care of me this week. I felt so dumb that i didnt even think about it, but he is just that kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;So thats it. And I am pretty sure my second list trumps the first one 20 times over. I am only letting myself be happy, because that is how it should be. And now, when I am lying immobile i just smile. Because that is my son letting me know he is here, and growing strong. And I wouldn't have it any other way :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-7043773240280455827?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/7043773240280455827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=7043773240280455827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7043773240280455827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7043773240280455827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/05/lists.html' title='Lists'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-791657171899729358</id><published>2010-05-17T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T15:17:37.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We got a BOY!!!</title><content type='html'>We had another appointment today, and the baby gave us a nice clear shot! The first position he was in we could see right between his legs, and nothing was there. I tried to be so excited it would be a girl, then the doctor said "let's take another look from this angle.." and sure enough, his little manhood was right there! John and I were both beaming and my mom just laughed looking at johns 10 inch grin! We were so excited and John just kept asking "is it okay to say its a boy?" the Dr. said "well occasionally people have to retract, but I'm about 85% positive that is a boy!" So we are going with it! We are sooooo excited and cannot wait for him to get here! I have to admit, I panicked a little at the thought of a girl! Of course it would be so fun to dress her up and have her in dance, but I don't think I can handle a girl's emotions for my first shot at parenthood! Also, John doesn't have any brothers (minus in-laws) So i really wanted him to have a boy to bond with! I cannot wait to get the cute bedding we picked out! We spent all day Saturday at our Nephew's baseball games and I was trying so hard not to get my hopes up! Turns out it would have been just fine if i did!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(so we have a video of the ultrasound that will not post! He is so cute! He was kicking around a TON in there, John has the picture they gave us in his car, but its just an arrow pointing to his man hood. so I will just wait and post his 3D picture we are getting in a few weeks!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-791657171899729358?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/791657171899729358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=791657171899729358' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/791657171899729358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/791657171899729358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-got-boy.html' title='We got a BOY!!!'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-6712369723335949825</id><published>2010-05-15T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T09:17:03.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything I learned about Hollywood:</title><content type='html'>* Disney is a breeding ground for future residents of celebrity rehab facilities&lt;br /&gt;* You don't have to have talent to be famous. You just have to have enough money and psychological issues to make a "reality" show from.&lt;br /&gt;*Rappers have no more original thought. They now take really old songs that suck, and make them suck more.&lt;br /&gt;*Plastic surgery is not negotiable&lt;br /&gt;*Marriage is something to be taken VERY lightly&lt;br /&gt;*Every celebrity wants to be in the spotlight, just only when THEY want to be and then complain about it.&lt;br /&gt;*Spencer Pratt is the craziest person in existance. I think Charles Manson probably get's freaked out by him.&lt;br /&gt;*Why are the Kardashians famous?&lt;br /&gt;*Celebrities will shove being "green" down everyone else's throats, then charter private jets to fly them around.&lt;br /&gt;and THE single most important thing I have learned about Hollywood:&lt;br /&gt;**If people like Ke$ha(??), Lady Gaga, the entire cast of The Hills, Miley Cyrus, and basically anyone with a reality show on E! are as largely popular as they are portrayed, the Second Coming is ALOT sooner than we all think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-6712369723335949825?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6712369723335949825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=6712369723335949825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6712369723335949825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6712369723335949825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/05/everything-i-learned-about-hollywood.html' title='Everything I learned about Hollywood:'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-6160007409844899364</id><published>2010-05-04T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:47:30.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S-DLhvJOoxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/uc_ycbOdBFE/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467593728079078162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S-DLhvJOoxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/uc_ycbOdBFE/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my favorite pic from Zions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I have been a lot better, I have also been feeling really ambitious lately. Besides Hiking in Zions this weekend (it was BEAUTIFUL!), Today I also accomplished a LOT. I won't get into the full list, but just know you would be impressed. I was cleaning the bathroom this morning and I thought "our bathroom needs some serious decorating." but dismissed it because I am not in the mood to go shopping for decorations because John and I totally got hosed at a little diner in Hurricane this weekend. Another story for another time:D. So once I finished cleaning the house I decided to start on the spare bedroom/storage room because this baby is coming in 5 months whether we are ready or not. As I was cleaning I ran across some old wedding presents we did not register for, had no receipt, and I honestly don't hate anyone enough to re-gift them. I also came across an old shelf, a cute mirror that I didn't know where to put, and my old American Girl doll chest. I thought of my boring bathroom. I decided I have all this stuff that I COULD just throw away, or I COULD make something cute to hang in my bathroom! I immediatly gathered it all up and ran to my mom's (aka free Roberts.. seriously she is miss crafty and has EVERYTHING!) I took the following....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S-DLiZUpnnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/iSLkQFJEhd4/s1600/DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467593739401272946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S-DLiZUpnnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/iSLkQFJEhd4/s320/DSC_0122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and with the help of my mom's extensive button, ribbon, and paint collection I was able to change my bathroom from blah:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S-DLi_-TDcI/AAAAAAAAAdI/6Kpwg0KCkls/s1600/DSC_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467593749776502210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S-DLi_-TDcI/AAAAAAAAAdI/6Kpwg0KCkls/s320/DSC_0124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And added some color:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S-DLjUUi3cI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/n36j19a7nic/s1600/DSC_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467593755238522306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S-DLjUUi3cI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/n36j19a7nic/s320/DSC_0127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already had the towels, so I had an epiphany to paint the shelf and use it to display our "fancy" (for lack of a better word) towels. I just hot glued red and brown buttons to the old doll toy and finally had a place to hang our cute mirror! I wish I could get the whole bathroom in one shot, but cannot. Trust me though.. it looks sooo cute! Also, I made dinner.. from SCRATCH and had it on the table when John got home. Feel free to be impressed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, John won a camcorder at work for being so awesome, and I thought he looked so cute trying to figure it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S-DLj0hVbKI/AAAAAAAAAdY/P14pVpWqUps/s1600/DSC_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467593763882101922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S-DLj0hVbKI/AAAAAAAAAdY/P14pVpWqUps/s320/DSC_0129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-6160007409844899364?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6160007409844899364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=6160007409844899364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6160007409844899364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6160007409844899364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/05/ambition.html' title='Ambition'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/S-DLhvJOoxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/uc_ycbOdBFE/s72-c/DSC_0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-675063947181928481</id><published>2010-04-28T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:37:26.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>so my morning sickness has subsided! i still feel sick sometimes but, I have not thrown up in over a week! SUCCESS! Being pregnant is interesting. well interesting/awkward. I miss the days when i would get hungry, and just be hungry. Now if i get hungry (like 2 hours after i last ate) i feel like dying. No fun. And nothing tastes good. I have not been able to eat anything but steamed vegetables, salads and pasta for weeks. The thought of anything else sends me running to the bathroom, but as of late when i run there, NOTHING happens! &lt;br /&gt;I am starting to show a bit, some people dont believe me. I am though! I have the pooch. it is uncomfortable because i just look like i need to lay off the sweets, but im not able to eat sweets very often! i had a really yummy cupcake on saturday and it almost ended up all over IKEA. So it is not sweets.&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, the baby is HEALTHY!! We get to have an ultrasound and hear the heartbeat at every appointment so we are keeping a close eye on baby. It's heartbeat is fast, but strong! Doc says it is growing good, which makes all of my rambling and complaining up to this point extremely worth it all! We get to find out what it is on May 17th i think, we are too excited! John wants a boy, I want a boy too, but just want a healthy baby no matter the gender!  Well thats all i have to ramble about today, except for the fact that i started getting a cold yesterday. My throat hurts. Sorry no pictures today, i will have john take a picture of the pooch and post it soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-675063947181928481?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/675063947181928481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=675063947181928481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/675063947181928481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/675063947181928481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/04/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-3206383600009414264</id><published>2010-04-08T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T17:14:42.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S75w6mcSWXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/GTqfT-EAx6I/s1600/DSC_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I worked on a patient today that was on spring break. Making small talk I asked her where she went. She said "I went with my friend to Idaho." I eagerly asked what part ( I always hope people say Idaho Falls) "falls or something??" I all but yelled "Idaho Falls!" at this poor little 12 year old girl. She said yes and I proceeded to ask her what she did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;little girl: we went to some arcade pizza place..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: LEO'S PLACE?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;little girl: yeah it was soo fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: it is THE best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;little girl: yeah then we went to some ice cream place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: Reed's Dairy? (trying to keep my cool)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;little girl: i dont know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: did it smell like cows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;little girl: it had cows on the building and tables, and waffle cones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: that is Reeds Dairy (then continued raving about their sinful chocolate milk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: well you had the best spring break ever it sounds like. I am jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little girl: silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: Actually (realizing to myself), i used to spend every spring break in Idaho Falls and didn't love it that much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little Ironic how the things you used to take for granted are the things you want back!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a completely separate and unrelated note...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM PREGNANT!!! I am due in October, I am just finishing my first trimester and could not be more excited since my awful morning (yeah right) sickness is starting to subside! The picture below was taken a few weeks ago when I was about 9 weeks along! We are SOO excited and can not wait until our little bean gets here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S75w6mcSWXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/GTqfT-EAx6I/s1600/DSC_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457923950473533810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S75w6mcSWXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/GTqfT-EAx6I/s320/DSC_0199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-3206383600009414264?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3206383600009414264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=3206383600009414264' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3206383600009414264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3206383600009414264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/04/ironic.html' title='Ironic.'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/S75w6mcSWXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/GTqfT-EAx6I/s72-c/DSC_0199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-6420512940975436471</id><published>2010-03-17T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:36:47.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.wiley.com/assets/4/09/fg0-7645-5089-6_2103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://media.wiley.com/assets/4/09/fg0-7645-5089-6_2103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it pours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am soooo naive. I thought my little ordeal friday was the BIGGEST deal! Silly girl....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, again  on my lunch break, i was eating at (well, in front of because i hate sitting in restaurants alone) great harvest. Enjoying my Veggie sandwich on whole wheat, i had my car started and all of a sudden it turned off! I tried starting it... and nothing. Again... still nothing. I tried taking the key out of the ignition, and no, the answer is it would not come out. So i call john and tell him the news. He is thrilled, of course, and is trying to talk me through it. All the while my lunch break is winding down so i decide to call work and see if someone can help me jump my car. Well no one available new how so they picked me up. I left my car (key in the ignition) in front of great harvest, and decided to deal with it after work. 4 hours later one of the girls i work with said she would help me jump my car, but we are such girls that we had to sit there and read the instruction manual for a good half hour to find her battery. (i know it sounds dumb but it wasn't a battery really, it just had to things sticking up in random places). Luckily a nice man with an extensive knowledge of cars helped us out and even found out what was wrong! Needless to say, I will be riding my bike to work from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-6420512940975436471?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6420512940975436471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=6420512940975436471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6420512940975436471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6420512940975436471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-it-rains.html' title='When it rains..'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-5102982795379280797</id><published>2010-03-12T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:21:05.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to be a floozy:</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lock your keys in your car at a gas station during a break at work.. Check!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lock your keys at a different gas station, this time at the pump (leave your cell phone in the car)... Check!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lock your keys in your car at your in-laws.. Check!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lock your keys in your car at the bank.. Check!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lock your keys in your car at work.. Check!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't get a new key made, no matter how many times you lock your keys in your car.. Check!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lock your keys in your car YET AGAIN at McDonald's during your Lunch break.. Check!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes. I locked my keys in my car AGAIN today! it wouldn't be so bad buuuuut the dealership only gave me one key, and we couldn't get one made because it has a chip in it. To add insult to injury, I do not have power locks. So the first 5 times we had to mcguiver our way in. The first time we called the dealership the receptionist said they could not make me a key because they did not have the chip. LUCKILY someone with a brain answered this time and said they could make one that would unlock the car, just not start it. PERFECT!! so it was much easier this time, and i made a nice little side show for everyone going to mcdonalds for that hour and half. Luckily my job rocks and since i had been sick today too (i know, lovely) they said that i should just go home and destress and get some rest! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-5102982795379280797?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5102982795379280797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=5102982795379280797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5102982795379280797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5102982795379280797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-be-floozy.html' title='how to be a floozy:'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-7682560064154015028</id><published>2010-03-02T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:23:27.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, Tai Pan</title><content type='html'>What I was Supposed to be doing: buying a housewarming gift for Jess &amp;amp; Cam&lt;br /&gt;What I did: bought one for me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S424xo2ui7I/AAAAAAAAAcg/rpHDBcAf_f0/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444210687480859570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S424xo2ui7I/AAAAAAAAAcg/rpHDBcAf_f0/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you blame me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I don't &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; making cookies.. but I am more motivated now that I have this cute cookie jar! It reminds me of Alice in Wonderland and Spring time. So of course I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAD&lt;/span&gt; to have it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also click &lt;a href="http://sweettoothfix.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for cafe rio dressing recipe:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-7682560064154015028?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/7682560064154015028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=7682560064154015028' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7682560064154015028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7682560064154015028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you-tai-pan.html' title='Thank You, Tai Pan'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/S424xo2ui7I/AAAAAAAAAcg/rpHDBcAf_f0/s72-c/DSC_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-1862479091730620061</id><published>2010-02-17T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:11:30.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best.</title><content type='html'>If you still haven't seen Avatar, you are completely missing out. I thought it would be totally dumb, and it is one of the BEST movies I have ever seen. I went to it twice, and stayed awake the WHOLE time! if you know me, that is saying alot. GO SEE IT. right now, as soon as you are done reading this.. you won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i want to be a Navi.. And please ignore that what they are after is called "unobtainium" it really is the only cheesy thing in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parantar.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/avatar-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.parantar.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/avatar-movie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-1862479091730620061?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1862479091730620061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=1862479091730620061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1862479091730620061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1862479091730620061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-still-havent.html' title='Best.'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-8602179589045847463</id><published>2010-02-10T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:33:17.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooo apparently,</title><content type='html'>I am in high demand in the ward. John and I just got called to be Nursery teachers a couple of weeks ago, and yesterday we were asked to speak this Sunday in sacrament meeting. TODAY, my lovely sister- in- law informed me that the relief society president really wants me to speak at some relief society birthday- function in a couple of weeks. I wish my conscious would let me say no to at least one, but that's not happening. So, wish me luck because I HATE giving talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S3MS0a7V2kI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SfmUkucDmS4/s1600-h/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436709866957036098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S3MS0a7V2kI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SfmUkucDmS4/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can practically feel my excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-8602179589045847463?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8602179589045847463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=8602179589045847463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8602179589045847463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8602179589045847463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/02/soooo-apparently.html' title='Soooo apparently,'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/S3MS0a7V2kI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SfmUkucDmS4/s72-c/DSC_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-548726993187390743</id><published>2010-01-31T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:49:28.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ruffles..</title><content type='html'>I made this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S2X6lvmPf3I/AAAAAAAAAcI/0vyvBkYvmU0/s1600-h/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433024051831340914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S2X6lvmPf3I/AAAAAAAAAcI/0vyvBkYvmU0/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am proud.&lt;br /&gt;It was fairly easy and luckily cute little Mrs. George spotted the same tutorial and wanted to make it as well. She is a MUCH better sewer than me so it was nice to look to her for guidance :D. It cost me exactly $0.00 to make and I paired it with a cardigan I already had. Somehow compliments on old stuff that you make new are much sweeter than stuff you buy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-548726993187390743?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/548726993187390743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=548726993187390743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/548726993187390743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/548726993187390743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/01/ruffles.html' title='ruffles..'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/S2X6lvmPf3I/AAAAAAAAAcI/0vyvBkYvmU0/s72-c/DSC_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-1663736381768180115</id><published>2010-01-30T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:01:41.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effective Immediatly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2312/2328879637_c0d2e376ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2312/2328879637_c0d2e376ff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year I was really negative. I worked at a job i hated, we moved a couple times (we had to wait for our apartment to be finished), and a whole mess of excuses i could give you that are just that. Excuses. SO, this year I made somewhat of a resolution to cut out the negativity. I just quit my old job to go to a better (seemingly more positive) one, and we are extremely happy with our cute apartment! This may sound totally cheesy, but there is this bare naked ladies song that i loved when i was 13 that says "if you want to be somebody else change your mind", now i don't necessarily want to be someone else, just less negative. I also want to be more organized, eat healthy, run in more events,  and cook more! So effective 01/01/10 changes are 'a-comin'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-1663736381768180115?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1663736381768180115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=1663736381768180115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1663736381768180115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1663736381768180115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/01/effective-immediatly.html' title='Effective Immediatly'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2312/2328879637_c0d2e376ff_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-3280627711916145684</id><published>2010-01-24T20:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:36:14.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I started a cooking blog! Which is weird and new for me, but I am excited! you can click HERE or the link over there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                                           --------------------------&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to take a look! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-3280627711916145684?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3280627711916145684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=3280627711916145684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3280627711916145684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3280627711916145684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/01/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-6484900379408827113</id><published>2010-01-17T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:19:01.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.travelmuse.com/docs/artwork/amusement-parks/overview/amusement-parks-overview-six-flags-magic-mountain-tatsu-ride-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 571px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://static.travelmuse.com/docs/artwork/amusement-parks/overview/amusement-parks-overview-six-flags-magic-mountain-tatsu-ride-full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did something really cool over New Years. My camera died and i didnt bring the charger so I couldn't take pictures, which is why I haven't said anything until now. BUT it was neat, and SOOO fun! So I am gonna post with no personal pictures. sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to California with our GREAT friends Mr and Mrs George. We stayed the first night in a waaay nice hotel (super cheap:D) in Las vegas the first night. I forgot the name. Then we drove into C A L I F O R N I A on New Years Eve and went to Six Flags!! I LOOOOVE roller coasters. LOVE them. And OH the roller coasters they had! I would highly recommend going there, and at the very least going to the website and checking out X2 and TATSU, they were amazing! X2 is called a 4-d roller coaster because your seat comes loose and flips all the way around (like on samarai at lagoon) while doing big drops and loops! There is only one other one in the world like it, and that is in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tokyo, Japan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tatsu (pictured above, that is a HEAD FIRST drop) was great too, you are in superman positon for the whole ride. I am not even doing either of them justice, but they were (in every sense of the word) Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 3 days we drove back to Vegas and stayed at the MGM grand. We also ate at a really nice buffet at the new M resort, I ate so much I actually hated food for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we drove home. It was so fun, and I wish I had pictures. Technically I have one, on my six flags season pass! oh yes, we WILL be going back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you all had a great new year too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Limburgs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-6484900379408827113?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6484900379408827113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=6484900379408827113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6484900379408827113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6484900379408827113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/01/late.html' title='Late.'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-1577287667386508030</id><published>2010-01-13T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:34:43.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S06CpdnUtLI/AAAAAAAAAac/JQnTRRKyunw/s1600-h/summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426418249863836850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S06CpdnUtLI/AAAAAAAAAac/JQnTRRKyunw/s320/summer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it was here once... I miss being warm. Please come back, Summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-1577287667386508030?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1577287667386508030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=1577287667386508030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1577287667386508030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1577287667386508030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/01/summer.html' title='Summer?'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/S06CpdnUtLI/AAAAAAAAAac/JQnTRRKyunw/s72-c/summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-6495270926141328750</id><published>2010-01-08T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:41:39.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S0fCjWNPcPI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PH4ogUjowzc/s1600-h/camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424518188703379698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S0fCjWNPcPI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PH4ogUjowzc/s320/camp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night The Mr. and I had my new favorite thing to cook for the second time this week. We worked out together, and watched The Office for a few hours all cuddled up. As the late hours crept up on us, the following conversation took place:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Those pants! I do not like the material of them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John: (Chuckles)"My pants? Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "They, They're just.. Slick."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John: "Your weird." (Kisses my forehead)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a perfect night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to miss that when he goes back to school on Monday, and becomes my weekend husband again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-6495270926141328750?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6495270926141328750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=6495270926141328750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6495270926141328750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6495270926141328750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/01/perfect.html' title='Perfect'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/S0fCjWNPcPI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PH4ogUjowzc/s72-c/camp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-7516845904576061563</id><published>2010-01-07T17:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:15:49.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S0aHAOsUGOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ArDnDM8Qc4U/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424171239228053730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/S0aHAOsUGOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ArDnDM8Qc4U/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Laundry day. I think its time to find a new color for "impulse" sweatshirts.&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/8915276055138824077-7516845904576061563?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/7516845904576061563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=7516845904576061563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7516845904576061563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7516845904576061563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2010/01/blue.html' title='Blue'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/S0aHAOsUGOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ArDnDM8Qc4U/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-4599367186159436331</id><published>2009-12-30T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:19:38.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy Theory</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else feel like hollywood is just one great big episode of 'PUNK'D' and the Kardashian sisters are behind the whole thing? Because I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://cdn1.ioffer.com/img/item/118/077/129/IKZCogCN3N9wmG6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-4599367186159436331?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4599367186159436331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=4599367186159436331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4599367186159436331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4599367186159436331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/12/conspiracy-theory.html' title='Conspiracy Theory'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-1523270125701689569</id><published>2009-12-19T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:00:22.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I need some new running shoes. I did alot of running this summer and my current shoes have had it. Even though I love them, they have definitely seen MUCH better days. Everytime I run my feet  start to ache because any support my trusty ol' Nike's used to offer, has been brutally beaten out of them. I would really like some of THESE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images3.lkimg.com/product-images--3387f28ce4c5a476caf7363d3a358aa123cafd52-79fdaa87904496d7--jpg_sqthumb_med--womensshoes-under-armour-women-apos-s-chimera-trail-running-shoe-graphite-jasmine-silver.jpg" /&gt;Or maybe I'll even try these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.healthynomics.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/EasyTone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And see if they really do live up to all their hype, ideally I'd like to look like the girl in the commercial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Santa, I know I am asking for a number of shoes this year, but these are a necessity-kind of and I have been really good this year. They are #1 on my list, so if you could supply them I would be eternally grateful, and so would my aching, blistered feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whitney Limburg&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/8915276055138824077-1523270125701689569?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1523270125701689569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=1523270125701689569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1523270125701689569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1523270125701689569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa,'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-4192192592300363878</id><published>2009-12-16T16:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:10:17.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2MTAwODU5NDkyNiZwdD*xMjYxMDA4NjE4NDgyJnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAzNTEyJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImbz1iOWZkZDI1MzlhZjM*MDI2YjVhYzAwYmU3Njg5NmI3MSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A843747' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=TEljqe0BsdBkXikR&amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=TEljqe0BsdBkXikR&amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=TEljqe0BsdBkXikR&amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Send your own &lt;a href='http://www.elfyourself.com'&gt;ElfYourself&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-4192192592300363878?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4192192592300363878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=4192192592300363878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4192192592300363878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4192192592300363878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/12/send-your-own-elfyourself-ecards_16.html' title=''/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-5681857782676182398</id><published>2009-12-12T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:42:04.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has been a while since I have blogged, mainly because we did not have internet access until today, and partly because i haven't taken any pictures of stuff we have been doing. I like to blog with pictures. But we have had ALOT going on! we have been so busy, My friend Katelyn got married the weekend after thanksgiving so we got to go up there and see her! Then the next weekend we had our Limburg family progressive dinner on saturday and then drove to Logan to see Tessa's baby be blessed! Add that to the holidays and family christmas parties, not to mention work and school, and we are seriously NEVER home! Hopefully now that next week is finals and the holidays are winding down we will have a little bit of time together! I wish we had pictures to post, but again i am really bad at that! So i guess this is just a post in case anyone was wondering if i was dead! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-5681857782676182398?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5681857782676182398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=5681857782676182398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5681857782676182398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5681857782676182398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-time-gone.html' title='Long Time Gone'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-6861510959969901474</id><published>2009-11-01T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:10:49.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just an update, we have finally moved into our AMAZING new apartment! We love it, it so cute and so much nicer than anything we are used to! Everything is new and we have SO much space! It is all coming together we just need to hang our decorations and finish organizing our clothes, other than that it is feeling really home-y! Once it is all finished I will post some pictures! Other than that no news, lots of organizing and we had a good halloween at the utah game, we love our new ward and especially our landlords ;D! We seriously got such an awesome deal! I hope Joni and Joseph think so too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-6861510959969901474?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6861510959969901474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=6861510959969901474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6861510959969901474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/6861510959969901474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home!'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-5561042363820717800</id><published>2009-10-17T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:43:56.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jdublimburg.bragspot.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/StvCq22_0KI/AAAAAAAAAYc/3zuxI2p2BgY/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I just have to note how productive me and john have been these past few weeks, because it may NEVER happen again! Here is what we accomplished in less than a month:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;John (aka STUD) has been refinishing some furniture for us, all while working full  time and going to school!  He finished this end table to match our new entertainment center, he is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/StvCqUP7LdI/AAAAAAAAAYU/VswR0ltJepQ/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394119010952097234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/StvCqUP7LdI/AAAAAAAAAYU/VswR0ltJepQ/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finished this nightstand to match our new bed frame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/StvB6BCArII/AAAAAAAAAYM/5dv1Lo1BZ4o/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394118181159742594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/StvB6BCArII/AAAAAAAAAYM/5dv1Lo1BZ4o/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; He is currently working on finishing a coffee table for us and then we will have everything we need! I know, he is AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/StvCq22_0KI/AAAAAAAAAYc/3zuxI2p2BgY/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394119020242784418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/StvCq22_0KI/AAAAAAAAAYc/3zuxI2p2BgY/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I finished an ENTIRE scrapbook of our wedding, and made these headbands, cause I've been feeling girly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/StvB5x6XbWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/4F_cTX21Smw/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394118177101147490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/StvB5x6XbWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/4F_cTX21Smw/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I made these table runners for the end table John finished, and a cute decorator table my mom got us last christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/StvB5VIIi0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/cjWPFooxBBY/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394118169374264130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/StvB5VIIi0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/cjWPFooxBBY/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And these pillows for our new couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/StvB4vTNLFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/lA7uZcoLgNY/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394118159220157522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/StvB4vTNLFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/lA7uZcoLgNY/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And this way cute magnet board! Jill invited me to her super saturday yesterday and we made these huge magnet boards out of whatever paper we wanted to bring, I LOVE fall colors so I was pretty happy with what I chose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/StvB38IPKeI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Kb7grPgJxp8/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394118145483942370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/StvB38IPKeI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Kb7grPgJxp8/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So there you have it, its our bragspot today. Thanks for reading!&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/8915276055138824077-5561042363820717800?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5561042363820717800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=5561042363820717800' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5561042363820717800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5561042363820717800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/10/jdublimburgbragspotcom.html' title='jdublimburg.bragspot.com'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/StvCqUP7LdI/AAAAAAAAAYU/VswR0ltJepQ/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-8117296171975499044</id><published>2009-10-13T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:44:47.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it REALLY worth it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would like to meet the person who invented hot chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to know exactly what was going through his mind. Maybe he was eating a bar of chocolate and said "hmm, wonder what this would taste like in a liquid form? Maybe add a thousand more calories in sugar form, and make it hotter than sin so that you only really taste the first sip. And lets throw some whipped cream, marshmallows, and some creamers in there, because there just isn't enough calories between the chocolate/sugar alone."&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I would like to meet this guy... and I would like to kiss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hot Chocolate: Worth every calorie and every burnt taste bud.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lenaskitchen.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/hot-chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://lenaskitchen.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/hot-chocolate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-8117296171975499044?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8117296171975499044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=8117296171975499044' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8117296171975499044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8117296171975499044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-really-worth-it.html' title='Is it REALLY worth it?'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-4792062643165261954</id><published>2009-09-28T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:05:01.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1052/542440277_7d50e3a670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1052/542440277_7d50e3a670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nearly four years ago I got, what I thought, was the most devastating news of my life. In the midst of my Senior year, my family was moving to Utah. Just some FYI, I HATED Utah. I despised it. I did not like going there on 'vacation' and vowed NEVER to live there. Period. So, you can imagine my despair when I was being forced to leave my friends, high school, memories and essentially my LIFE to move to the dreaded state of Utah.&lt;br /&gt;So, a couple thousand tears and a fathers blessing later, I packed up my stuff and on a sunny November day I moved to Utah. While we were waiting for our house to be built, we lived with my aunt and uncle in Kaysville. And I was able to take my last few credits online, so I didn't have to worry about starting in a new school for the last semester of high school. However, this made me fall into somewhat of a depression considering the only time I left the house was to drop off/pick up my sister from school. I had one friend-my cousin- Traci who worked full time, so it was a rare occasion that I actually got to see her. Eventually we moved into an apartment (we were going INSANE at my aunts and it was taking longer to finish our house than anticipated), where I made cookie dough and watched TV while eating it, Almost EVERYDAY. Needless to say, a few pounds were obtained during this dark period. This did NOT help my opinion of Utah.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, in January of 2006 we moved into our house and I got a job at wingers! So i was out of the house and not so depressed as I had some human interaction, without commercial interruption. After that job started to suck,(sorry for the language but it really did! my boss was AWFUL!) I joined my cousin at the airport, where I made a bunch of friends and ultimately my husband! From there things just got better, I got thinner, and now I can even somewhat find my way around Utah!&lt;br /&gt;SO, While I do now call Utah 'Home', I do have to acknowledge the fact that I will always love Idaho. Forever. I will always refer to myself as an 'Idahoan' over a 'Utahan'. Whenever there is construction on I-15, or rush hour traffic, or some mean driver who is mad that I am driving THE SPEED LIMIT and not 20 miles over, I turn to John and say "this would NOT be happening in Idaho." He is a trooper and just laughs it off. He is pretty supportive of my pride.&lt;br /&gt;Although I am used to the freeways now -they FREAKED me out in the beginning- and the 'grid' system that Utah is supposedly laid out in, here are a few things that still make me an Idahoan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I drive 65mph because the speed limit IS 65mph. Get over it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I say "SPANISH FORK" "LAYTON" and "CLINTON" not "spanish fark", "lay-on" and "clih-on" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is called spinning cookies, not doughnuts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I still use my GPS unit to find my way around anywhere outside a 10mile radius of where I currently live. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still get confused when people say "go towards the mountains", there are literally mountains EVERYWHERE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I crave Scotty's ALL the time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anytime I see a car whose Idaho license plate starts "8B" I speed up to try to see if I know that person. I haven't found anyone yet. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything that I don't like, I immediately blame the state of Utah and inform anyone around me that in Idaho, this would not be an issue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the fourth of July I make sure to boast about how awesome the IF fireworks are and how amazing the holiday is in IF.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I say "IF" instead of Idaho Falls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My Hair is still brunette, not bleach blonde. And i do not have the desire to rat my hair 10 inches off of my head. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's all I can think of right now, but rest easy all you Utahans, Utah HAS grown on me and I do like living here! I just had to show some pride for the most amazing state ever!&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/8915276055138824077-4792062643165261954?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4792062643165261954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=4792062643165261954' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4792062643165261954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4792062643165261954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/09/idaho-pride.html' title='Idaho Pride'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1052/542440277_7d50e3a670_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-3122688024858471499</id><published>2009-09-20T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:25:24.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Bums</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;John and I went to california last saturday and had a blast! We got home earlier today and even though it was fun it is nice to be back home. Also, I took LOTS of pictures so, get ready this will be a long post.&lt;br /&gt;I had to work saturday until noon so we left around 1:30. We decided to eat dinner in Vegas, I had never had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383723478735032850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbT-s7ukhI/AAAAAAAAASY/pW6Dyey2NP4/s320/CIMG2349.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So we ate there. NOT impressed. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car ride got a little boring, and we got a little antsy. Glow sticks were brought out, and hoods went up. It was almost 1 in the morning and we had been in a car for 9 hours, give us a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383723489778820546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbT_WExZcI/AAAAAAAAASg/CGxUR_y2Mb4/s320/CIMG2360.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day was sunday so we went to church! It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then We went to an Angels game, it was alot of fun! John is a fan of the Angels and had been to a game before so he was excited to get some use out of his Angels shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383723510106343666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbUAhzOyPI/AAAAAAAAASw/5_t_xRUq0b8/s320/CIMG2366.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And...We scored FREEEE tickets. Booyah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383723520734111282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbUBJZFpjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/U8UQTu7_yY8/s320/CIMG2368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbUvn6L81I/AAAAAAAAATY/En1ZOT5RBpk/s1600-h/CIMG2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383724297021823474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbUuVSgGfI/AAAAAAAAATI/Psfo8XrUngk/s320/CIMG2372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbUt3YGeDI/AAAAAAAAATA/ocQXSH8wJo4/s1600-h/CIMG2369.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383724288992245810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbUt3YGeDI/AAAAAAAAATA/ocQXSH8wJo4/s320/CIMG2369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The next 2 days were beach days, I didn't get a ton of us playing at the beach because I was in the water boogie boarding, our friends have pictures so if i can get my hands on those i will post more. Get excited :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbWLrMPniI/AAAAAAAAATw/YO6I1rERUqQ/s1600-h/CIMG2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383725900628991522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbWLrMPniI/AAAAAAAAATw/YO6I1rERUqQ/s320/CIMG2388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbWK6wnrbI/AAAAAAAAATo/GOJh3Hbb_wM/s1600-h/CIMG2386.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383725887628225970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbWK6wnrbI/AAAAAAAAATo/GOJh3Hbb_wM/s320/CIMG2386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbUwFV11eI/AAAAAAAAATg/RA7Akcj8fwo/s1600-h/CIMG2384.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383724327100601826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbUwFV11eI/AAAAAAAAATg/RA7Akcj8fwo/s320/CIMG2384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that night we ate at a really good restaurant right on the pier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbWNs5Xo0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/9_ckYrir9ww/s1600-h/CIMG2394.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbWNPz6GII/AAAAAAAAAUA/aoKo3vc1gvQ/s1600-h/CIMG2393.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383725927638898818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbWNPz6GII/AAAAAAAAAUA/aoKo3vc1gvQ/s320/CIMG2393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Wednesday we hit up LA and&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbaPPwSL8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/VFZvKQiCj1M/s1600-h/CIMG2423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383730360029949890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbaPPwSL8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/VFZvKQiCj1M/s320/CIMG2423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Im glad we went to see what all the fuss was about, but I don't know that we would go back. Of cooourse we saw the hollywood sign.. which is somewhat overrated. sorry, im not super into the whole celebrity crazed, hooker-esque scene. I did enjoy the chicago style hot dogs we got though! I'm a food girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbddUMhIMI/AAAAAAAAAV4/7idnBg_Q71s/s1600-h/CIMG2442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383733900275163330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbddUMhIMI/AAAAAAAAAV4/7idnBg_Q71s/s320/CIMG2442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found WHITLEY Street which i thought was cute cause my daddy calls me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw CELINE DION'S star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbdcVEjFpI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nBYzR8WT6LA/s1600-h/CIMG2432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383733883330303634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbdcVEjFpI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nBYzR8WT6LA/s320/CIMG2432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And will smiths hand/footprints. He is one large man. my feet arent even all the way to the back. I just couldn't get it all in the picture if i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Srbdb_JyDAI/AAAAAAAAAVg/DEmtPNYDFbg/s1600-h/CIMG2430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383733877446675458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Srbdb_JyDAI/AAAAAAAAAVg/DEmtPNYDFbg/s320/CIMG2430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thurday was San Diego, we went to Seaport Village, which was alot of fun and really cute!&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had this hat there. I thought it was fitting.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Srbdd_Hu7MI/AAAAAAAAAWA/QNWtSs91XlE/s1600-h/CIMG2448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383733911797820610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Srbdd_Hu7MI/AAAAAAAAAWA/QNWtSs91XlE/s320/CIMG2448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbfXIIxatI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jDcHwLh1Vyo/s1600-h/CIMG2449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383735992982268626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbfXIIxatI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jDcHwLh1Vyo/s320/CIMG2449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbfXoS_uFI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/sFzRwUI0SPE/s1600-h/CIMG2451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383736001615083602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbfXoS_uFI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/sFzRwUI0SPE/s320/CIMG2451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did some shopping at the mall, and went to a cute beach that had this ice cream shop where we got some AMAZING milk shakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbfYWKzhzI/AAAAAAAAAWY/zeFDYnSHNiw/s1600-h/CIMG2452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383736013928761138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbfYWKzhzI/AAAAAAAAAWY/zeFDYnSHNiw/s320/CIMG2452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday and Saturday we devoted to the beach,where we saw Ryan Sheckler. Not sure what he is famous for but apparantly he has a tv show on MTV so that makes him somewhat of a celebrity and me about 5 feet from him. Again not a ton of beach pictures except we got some really cute ones at sunset! Probably one of my favorite parts of the trip!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbfZRDCafI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LK7yC9qDNkw/s1600-h/CIMG2469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383736029733874162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbfZRDCafI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LK7yC9qDNkw/s320/CIMG2469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbfY7I_FaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/m7jth1_gVls/s1600-h/CIMG2468.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little spazy in jeans, but kind of a cool picture!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbhZ8ioxcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/67ICRrS_ycc/s1600-h/CIMG2504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383738240432391618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbhZ8ioxcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/67ICRrS_ycc/s320/CIMG2504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;feet&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbhZY6GL5I/AAAAAAAAAXA/nzsUMbcNMSA/s1600-h/CIMG2491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383738230867111826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbhZY6GL5I/AAAAAAAAAXA/nzsUMbcNMSA/s320/CIMG2491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbhYlfqgaI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-K6xUjeLrjs/s1600-h/CIMG2482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383738217066037666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbhYlfqgaI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-K6xUjeLrjs/s320/CIMG2482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbhYNHhnhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0H09LS8Z-Gk/s1600-h/CIMG2481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383738210522340882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbhYNHhnhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0H09LS8Z-Gk/s320/CIMG2481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (please excuse me.. i did not like makeup on this trip :D)&lt;br /&gt;John Took some really good pictures that I will have to put up in another post, he is so cute! he loves to take pictures and took alot of really good artsy type ones! I will have to put them up when im not all blogged out, like i said this is a long blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats it! We had a blast, got some sun and a nice break from the real world! Now its back to work, school, and moving into our new place in a little less than 2 weeks! YAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8915276055138824077-3122688024858471499?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3122688024858471499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=3122688024858471499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3122688024858471499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3122688024858471499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/09/beach-bums.html' title='Beach Bums'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/SrbT-s7ukhI/AAAAAAAAASY/pW6Dyey2NP4/s72-c/CIMG2349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-7009695914993999</id><published>2009-08-28T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:10:07.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know who that is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever since miss congeniality came out i have been told that sandra bullock is my celebrity look a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like. Well this died down a bit (still a few comments once in a while, but not an overload), until recently. Since Sandy is making her comeback in a few new movies the comments have gone up.  A few people mentioned it after seeing the proposal, including my brother-in-law richard saying "hey whit i just got done watching you in 20 years". And my friend Kendra after we saw the movie the other night said " Whinney (pet name) that was you!" etc, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm used to family and friends making comments with the occasional acquantance making a speculation. However, the other day at work I was sitting down and a patient was talking to the girl I work with. I could tell he was looking at me, but chose to ignore it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Patient to Chelsey: " hey do you know who that is?" (nodding in my direction)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chelsey: "yeah i talk to her everyday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Patient: "no, do you KNOW who that is?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chelsey (a bit confused): "Yeah,... i work with her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mean while in my head: "he is going to say sandra bullock, but try to act suprised.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Patient: "NO! That is Sandra Bullock! She is a dead ringer! From the side I almost asked her for her autograph!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me : "oh yeah i have heard that before heh heh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, after the uproar i got to thinking. Do i really resemble her that much? Soooo, i went to MYheritage.com, sure enough, my  #1 match.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1MTUwMzU*MDIzOSZwdD*xMjUxNTAzNTY3NDMwJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJm89YTMwMjlmZDNlMTBiNGVmYmI4ODM3N2UyZThlMWNjYTkmb2Y9MA==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage.com - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage.com - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;img height="342" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/N/storage/site1/files/52/47/32/524732_3751034bd689a4yjszex03.JPG" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not that I mind AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;Family trees&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"&gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://celebrity.myheritage.com/celebrities"&gt;Celebrities&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/8915276055138824077-7009695914993999?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/7009695914993999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=7009695914993999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7009695914993999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/7009695914993999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/08/celebrity-collage-by-myheritage.html' title='Do you know who that is?'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-3419869923415641130</id><published>2009-08-20T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:19:52.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/So2BDtq9TuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/V5057lYAZwA/s1600-h/CIMG2325.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; One week ago today, a new member of the limburg family arrived,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/So2BCl_R9pI/AAAAAAAAASA/iUtk-jMTBlE/s1600-h/CIMG2331.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372091812080121490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/So2BCl_R9pI/AAAAAAAAASA/iUtk-jMTBlE/s320/CIMG2331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her name is Hannah Elenor Scott, and she is so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Johns Sweet sister Jill is going to be an amazing mom! And our wonderful brother in law Jeff has already been wrapped around that little girl's finger! You can tell that they just adore her so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/So2BDKvgA4I/AAAAAAAAASI/CXyplPht1B8/s1600-h/CIMG2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372091821946045314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/So2BDKvgA4I/AAAAAAAAASI/CXyplPht1B8/s320/CIMG2324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;The Happy Family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps.. doesn't Jill look BEAUTIFUL? um.. yeah she just had a baby like 10 min. before this picture was taken. It must be a "Jill" thing. I'm talking to you, Jill Bowman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone is so happy she is here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/So2BDtq9TuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/V5057lYAZwA/s1600-h/CIMG2325.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372091831322234594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/So2BDtq9TuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/V5057lYAZwA/s320/CIMG2325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; John and I got to be in the room just after she was born. I have to admit, seeing my man hold a newborn baby got me "jonesing" a bit.  It is so fun to see men after they hold their baby for the first time, it's like they completely change! Women change too, but it happens over the course of the pregnancy so it is slower. For me, at least with my brothers/brother in law, it is when they hold their baby for the very first time! You can tell that they would do anything for that baby, and you can practically SEE the priesthood radiating from them! We were very lucky to be close enough to be there! And we are so excited she is here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another FUN announcement! John's sister Joni is PREGO! we are very lucky that even though we aren't ready for our own baby just yet, that we have all the wonderful mommies in our families that bless us with their babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BABIES THAT WE LOVE: Silas Bowman, Jaxon McCleve, Anna Bowman, and most recently Hannah Scott!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NOT BABIES ANYMORE, BUT WILL ALWAYS BE BABIES TO US, THAT WE LOVE: Abbie Folkman, Zach McCleve, Tyler Bowman, Cole Folkman, Carson Bowman, Preston McCleve,  Ava Walton, Max Folkman, Ruby Walton, Atley Bowman, and of course my pink princess: Hailey Bowman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you can see we both have BIG and AMAZING families, that are just getting bigger and more amazing! We are some VERY lucky people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/So2BDKvgA4I/AAAAAAAAASI/CXyplPht1B8/s1600-h/CIMG2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;/&lt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-3419869923415641130?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3419869923415641130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=3419869923415641130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3419869923415641130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/3419869923415641130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-to-family.html' title='Welcome to the family!'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/So2BCl_R9pI/AAAAAAAAASA/iUtk-jMTBlE/s72-c/CIMG2331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-9178824981646087754</id><published>2009-08-07T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:08:42.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe it or not,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SnzBNXTfkII/AAAAAAAAAR4/plqhteJ4Uzc/s1600-h/CIMG2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but in my almost 4 years of living in Utah I have not once been to the Hogle Zoo. Not for lack of wanting to, just because I have never really taken the initiative.Well, yesterday John and I both had the day off so of cooourse.. we went to the zoo!!! It was a little windy but a lot of fun! It kind of made me want to have a child because all the ones we saw got so excited over all the animals! John probably felt like alot of the parents there because I would look at something for 5 seconds and then say "Kay, whats next?!" He was a good sport though. And.. I took some pictures for once! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me-baby hungry because of the little hat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sny7nJfHfaI/AAAAAAAAARw/nlJbDM56BtA/s1600-h/CIMG2319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367371137154514338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sny7nJfHfaI/AAAAAAAAARw/nlJbDM56BtA/s320/CIMG2319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My luscious tour guide..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367368393981972354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sny5HeX0T4I/AAAAAAAAARY/M3Yo9XJB-Yc/s320/CIMG2318.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some Mighty Joe Young action&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sny2OS4KtsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/H7uyjGK3kQk/s1600-h/CIMG2317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367365212620633794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sny2OS4KtsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/H7uyjGK3kQk/s320/CIMG2317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think white with black stripes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sny2NpP9h2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/P0Bcs4TAMok/s1600-h/CIMG2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367365201446143842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sny2NpP9h2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/P0Bcs4TAMok/s320/CIMG2314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sny2M_4TMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/wkKHSyvU7l4/s1600-h/CIMG2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367365190341046738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sny2M_4TMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/wkKHSyvU7l4/s320/CIMG2312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a Baby G!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sny0W37YXsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IRU19hWIiL8/s1600-h/CIMG2308.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367363160981921474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sny0W37YXsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IRU19hWIiL8/s320/CIMG2308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is kind of a picture of a tiger. he was sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sny0WUySKAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/X-Iln2MiBMg/s1600-h/CIMG2302.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367363151548524546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sny0WUySKAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/X-Iln2MiBMg/s320/CIMG2302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span face="trebuchet  &lt;a href="&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367377291257024642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SnzBNXTfkII/AAAAAAAAAR4/plqhteJ4Uzc/s320/CIMG2310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some thoroughly satisfied customers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sny0WJFkegI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TLe9g4FQ9Mc/s1600-h/CIMG2298.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367363148408191490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sny0WJFkegI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TLe9g4FQ9Mc/s320/CIMG2298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-9178824981646087754?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/9178824981646087754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=9178824981646087754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/9178824981646087754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/9178824981646087754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/08/believe-it-or-not.html' title='Believe it or not,'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sny7nJfHfaI/AAAAAAAAARw/nlJbDM56BtA/s72-c/CIMG2319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-4448444209235167084</id><published>2009-07-26T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:46:52.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. GEORGE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;John and I went to St. George this week with his family. It was sooooo much fun to relax and hang out with the family! We left tuesday and got back Sunday . We played lots of scrabble and scum and laid by the pool! And since I am really bad at remembering to take pictures.. I only have about 5 from the whole week. Anyway, we went into Mesquite for a true Nevada breakfast buffet, smoke filled casino and all! And I got to gamble for the first time! Sorry to say... not so fun. However, we were able to snag a picture before the security lady yelled at Richard.. so I now posess an illegal photo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exibit A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362992072377694002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sm0s4B9O9zI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Z1OgrD6cTuE/s320/CIMG2253.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shoppin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sm0s4fgPdXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Y9WaDYW701Y/s1600-h/CIMG2251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362992080309155186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sm0s4fgPdXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Y9WaDYW701Y/s320/CIMG2251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bowling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sm0s47AASRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0XRy2GGBmeY/s1600-h/CIMG2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362992087690135826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sm0s47AASRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0XRy2GGBmeY/s320/CIMG2255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nice form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sm0s5HAye-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ZH2uWrFX0jU/s1600-h/CIMG2257.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362992090914651106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sm0s5HAye-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ZH2uWrFX0jU/s320/CIMG2257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My score... 54. Ava (age 4) and Ruby(age 3) both beat me.&lt;br /&gt;And to add insult to injury, Ruby was more interested in playing with the ball return fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sm0v1TnGUZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yspWZsWMZp4/s1600-h/CIMG2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362995324111966610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sm0v1TnGUZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yspWZsWMZp4/s320/CIMG2260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-4448444209235167084?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4448444209235167084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=4448444209235167084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4448444209235167084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4448444209235167084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/07/st-george.html' title='St. GEORGE!!!'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sm0s4B9O9zI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Z1OgrD6cTuE/s72-c/CIMG2253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-9127836660131662604</id><published>2009-07-14T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:57:53.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So... I'm pretty excited, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sl0GqshypMI/AAAAAAAAANo/a3HS6R_i-g8/s1600-h/CIMG2207.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358446462217921730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sl0GqshypMI/AAAAAAAAANo/a3HS6R_i-g8/s320/CIMG2207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; .................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because my hair is getting long!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sl0LWeTpSbI/AAAAAAAAAOg/RMWzA4MxFiM/s1600-h/CIMG2208.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358451612361247154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sl0LWeTpSbI/AAAAAAAAAOg/RMWzA4MxFiM/s320/CIMG2208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sl0LW6JBRSI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DFHI9TlPvxU/s1600-h/CIMG2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sl0LV0BYleI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7NBRqlNugYQ/s1600-h/CIMG2212.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358451601010365922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sl0LV0BYleI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7NBRqlNugYQ/s320/CIMG2212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;I noticed as I was doing it today that it could no longer pass for short hair. Of course it's not quite "long" hair yet but anyway, I got really excited and took pictures because I don't have work this week so I am REALLY bored! And since John is at work I get to share my excitement with whoever stumbles across my blog. It looks SOOOOOOOOOO LONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sl0Grjc4_EI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Q1kbCM8z1I8/s1600-h/CIMG2248.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358446476961315906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sl0Grjc4_EI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Q1kbCM8z1I8/s320/CIMG2248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-9127836660131662604?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/9127836660131662604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=9127836660131662604' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/9127836660131662604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/9127836660131662604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sl0GqshypMI/AAAAAAAAANo/a3HS6R_i-g8/s72-c/CIMG2207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-8376834608618214217</id><published>2009-07-08T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:56:12.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some big girl perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My favorite movie is The Little Mermaid. It has been since before I can remember and remains to be possibly the best movie ever created. So anyway, I was watching it the other day and the 'Under The Sea' song was playing and there is a line that says "the seaweed is always greener in somebody else's lake". I have always known it said that but never really thought about it. It wasn't until the other day after hearing so many sad stories of divorce, death and job insecurity, that i came to this conclusion: I usually think the seaweed is greener in EVERYONE else's lake. I know it's a little deep for a disney movie, but what can I say Walt was a smart guy. I try to be positive but I find myself thinking, if only my hair was that long, if only i worked there, if only i lived there and so on. It wasn't until I stepped back that I realized I've got some pretty green seaweed, even if I don't always think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So for my sake, you can stop reading now if your done with my disney rant, here is why I think my lake has some pretty green seaweed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am literally married to the best friend I have ever had. He was worth the wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have amazing parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My brothers are the coolest, my sister is tolerable :D just kiddin steph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was married in the temple and have received so many blessings because of that decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't have picked better in-laws if i tried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have a good paying, steady job which in this economy is blessing beyond measure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I eat like a 300 lb man and somehow am not 300 lbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have the gospel and the atonement, and without either I would not be the person I am today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Panda Express is within a 10 mile radius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love running,hiking, camping, swimming and traveling. and I am healthy enough to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When I am hard on myself because I am not a good enough wife, daughter, employee, mormon, etc. I have my hubby's shoulder to cry on and tell me its not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And lastly, The Little Mermaid is in my life to teach me a lesson even though i'm 21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetorchonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/little_mermaid-the_metaphor_is_obvious.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thetorchonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/little_mermaid-the_metaphor_is_obvious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-8376834608618214217?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8376834608618214217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=8376834608618214217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8376834608618214217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8376834608618214217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-big-girl-perspective.html' title='Some big girl perspective'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-4486087775571543554</id><published>2009-06-13T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:55:02.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the run down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wcmprod1.ucalgary.ca/runnersedge/files/runnersedge/images/front_banner_2%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 790px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://wcmprod1.ucalgary.ca/runnersedge/files/runnersedge/images/front_banner_2%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 12 weeks...... until the top of utah half marathon in logan! i am so excited i can't wait! Lately running has been my favorite past time, and its just fun to be outside in the sun. Except for the last couple weeks because apparantly utah in june equals seattle. Other than that though i have been aching to run a half marathon! I am hoping to one day run a full marathon.. but we'll see how this goes and go from there.  Beer me strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-4486087775571543554?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4486087775571543554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=4486087775571543554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4486087775571543554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/4486087775571543554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/06/run-down.html' title='the run down'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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-8915276055138824077.post-1296961165483035591</id><published>2009-04-29T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:25:05.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and Bicycles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Basically, I have the cutest husband ever. I never make a big deal about my birthday, and he just can't accept it. So this year he took me out to sushi at our favorite (well used to be) sushi place. Then he invited a bunch of friends over for pie. And to top it all off he bought me my dream bike that I have been dying to get! I don't normally get too excited about bikes, but I was obsessed with this one! It was perfect too because i was having a hard time not being underage any more, so he put a basket on my bike to make me feel like a kid again! What a babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sfk0I9f4NSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/0Mtsrw1ks18/s1600-h/CIMG2140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330348962521560354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sfk0I9f4NSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/0Mtsrw1ks18/s320/CIMG2140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is just a video of john bringing the bike in, our camera died and so we used our friends camera for the rest but for some reason the other video doesn't work so this is all we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-79fa9b0971682020" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79fa9b0971682020%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331536711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7322A0818389855A1FE2321AF86CE083DFC86DD1.47A52F756AE800526033798E44CD6E3EFD119E35%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79fa9b0971682020%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-zACckV75JguyiDS9hZB3xr8wLs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79fa9b0971682020%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331536711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7322A0818389855A1FE2321AF86CE083DFC86DD1.47A52F756AE800526033798E44CD6E3EFD119E35%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79fa9b0971682020%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-zACckV75JguyiDS9hZB3xr8wLs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sfk0JFFCybI/AAAAAAAAANA/XocFNpWPtjo/s1600-h/DSCN1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330348964556491186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sfk0JFFCybI/AAAAAAAAANA/XocFNpWPtjo/s320/DSCN1332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330348974136135234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sfk0JoxAjkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4TMUIrBrZ0I/s320/DSCN1336.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tryin it out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sfk0JKtagXI/AAAAAAAAANI/qTrfG5r0wTc/s1600-h/DSCN1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330348966067994994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sfk0JKtagXI/AAAAAAAAANI/qTrfG5r0wTc/s320/DSCN1335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-1296961165483035591?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=79fa9b0971682020&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1296961165483035591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=1296961165483035591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1296961165483035591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/1296961165483035591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthdays-and-bicycles.html' title='Birthdays and Bicycles'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sfk0I9f4NSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/0Mtsrw1ks18/s72-c/CIMG2140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-5623806086471423610</id><published>2009-04-19T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:31:43.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updates and sunshine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sev5DnqLkXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/fBpAPBtV7aM/s1600-h/CIMG2096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326624824876568946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sev5DnqLkXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/fBpAPBtV7aM/s320/CIMG2096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just for fun, an Impromptu pic of John and I on Easter sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last monday i decided to run a 5k on saturday (i was gonna run the half marathon but didn't do the training for it so i punked out). We got up at 5:30 to meet the half marathoners (jeff and ben) and be ready to carpool to our starting point at 6:45. I did alot better than i thought! I finished in the top 25% and my goal was 50% so i was excited about it! I am planning on doing a few more 5k's and hopefully getting crazy enough to do a half marathon at the end of the summer to get my sorry butt in shape!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SevzGL-1UxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_lkURcSzvsA/s1600-h/CIMG2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326618271916839698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SevzGL-1UxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_lkURcSzvsA/s320/CIMG2114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me at 6 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SevzGqnTizI/AAAAAAAAAMI/EaCB1yAU9A8/s1600-h/CIMG2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326618280139655986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SevzGqnTizI/AAAAAAAAAMI/EaCB1yAU9A8/s320/CIMG2133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All of us.. sweaty and proud.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SevzGpoGoxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/s0vJkor0O7w/s1600-h/CIMG2134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326618279874568978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SevzGpoGoxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/s0vJkor0O7w/s320/CIMG2134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My man and I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just to give you an idea of how fast I was running.. you'll notice Im AHEAD of spidey. And this is right before I sprinted to the finish, speeding beyond the camera's capacity to film me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8a7c8485847d60b7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a7c8485847d60b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331536711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B1B7DCE2A0820162B13267E9D033D06094023BA.1CA5AD8A62B34DB722E8CC81FFF5C5454753F16F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a7c8485847d60b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1Ftd36FdbNEtdpmoWOabkI88_l8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a7c8485847d60b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331536711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B1B7DCE2A0820162B13267E9D033D06094023BA.1CA5AD8A62B34DB722E8CC81FFF5C5454753F16F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a7c8485847d60b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1Ftd36FdbNEtdpmoWOabkI88_l8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later that day was the Red vs White scrimage and John was having some major utah football withdrawals. so being the awesome wife that i am, we went got some Subway and watched the practice game with some friends and john's fam. It was pretty sunny so i didnt even mind the walk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326618288874015602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SevzHLJvS3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/KVZOS2eWewg/s320/CIMG2138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a Little less awful looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SevzG79gCmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y19KWtBYA74/s1600-h/CIMG2137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326618284796152418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SevzG79gCmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y19KWtBYA74/s320/CIMG2137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ute crazed family. And of course, I'm the only one who didn't wear utah gear. They were the only team playing! I figured they would know I was there to support them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-5623806086471423610?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8a7c8485847d60b7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5623806086471423610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=5623806086471423610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5623806086471423610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/5623806086471423610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates-and-sunshine.html' title='updates and sunshine!'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/Sev5DnqLkXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/fBpAPBtV7aM/s72-c/CIMG2096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-8588684397840730213</id><published>2009-02-17T20:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:36:53.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh it is love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Valentines Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SZuOjEqBHOI/AAAAAAAAALo/03A-cBGgI_k/s1600-h/CIMG2064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303989719355432162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SZuOjEqBHOI/AAAAAAAAALo/03A-cBGgI_k/s320/CIMG2064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John and I had a great first (married) Valentine's Day! We didn't go out and do anything special, but I think that made it that much more fun! We went out to dinner on Friday night with John's Sisters and their husbands because his mom and dad had all of the kids for a special grandparents sleepover so we decided to go out together! Then on Valentines day I woke up to a cute card and flowers from John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SZuOi8erlTI/AAAAAAAAALg/Zbl85U8L18c/s1600-h/CIMG2070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303989717160400178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SZuOi8erlTI/AAAAAAAAALg/Zbl85U8L18c/s320/CIMG2070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I set up a picnic in our living room and we ordered sushi from our favorite.. Shoguns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SZuOistUVKI/AAAAAAAAALY/IEbccOjdlUs/s1600-h/CIMG2074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303989712926823586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SZuOistUVKI/AAAAAAAAALY/IEbccOjdlUs/s320/CIMG2074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then on Monday I got a HUGE suprise when I walked to the front of the office and there was a lady standing there with a rose bush (practically) in a vase looking for Whitney Limburg. John sent me the biggest bouquet of flowers I have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to give you an idea of the size...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SZuOjTT6qaI/AAAAAAAAALw/AZkz_ZpNieM/s1600-h/CIMG2058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303989723289266594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SZuOjTT6qaI/AAAAAAAAALw/AZkz_ZpNieM/s320/CIMG2058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I seriously have the cutest husband ever! &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/8915276055138824077-8588684397840730213?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8588684397840730213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=8588684397840730213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8588684397840730213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8588684397840730213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-it-is-love.html' title='oh it is love..'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/SZuOjEqBHOI/AAAAAAAAALo/03A-cBGgI_k/s72-c/CIMG2064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915276055138824077.post-8327018393643016248</id><published>2009-01-31T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:21:37.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it spring yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SYUwXgnDxMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_uhXRalRmPQ/s1600-h/CIMG0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297693717120140482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rBMIBjWUei4/SYUwXgnDxMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_uhXRalRmPQ/s320/CIMG0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so even though I LOVED having my first married winter and Christmas... I cannot WAIT for spring! Everytime it snows, I die a little inside. I know that sounds dramatic, but our stupid pilot light keeps going out so we have to wait for the landlord to keep lighting it and its like living in a meatlocker until they get time to get in and do it! In all honesty though, I am probably mostly anxious because spring is my favorite season anyway. Its john's birthday, my birthday, when we started dating, right before we got married.. so many goodmemories, plus its just a nice relief after the all slushymonths and things start to get pretty again! Anyway, just had to rant for a little bit because john and i are sitting in our apartment freezing, and hoping for spring to come rescue us soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915276055138824077-8327018393643016248?l=jdublimburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8327018393643016248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915276055138824077&amp;postID=8327018393643016248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8327018393643016248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915276055138824077/posts/default/8327018393643016248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdublimburg.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-spring-yet.html' title='is it spring yet?'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758359363521612368</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/_rBMIBjWUei4/SYUwXgnDxMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_uhXRalRmPQ/s72-c/CIMG0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
