<?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-6611800308591930577</id><updated>2011-12-26T12:46:07.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott &amp; Maren</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-4853480767415845277</id><published>2011-12-24T13:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T14:23:09.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of news</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have so much to catch up on and I'm going to try and get it out in as little words as possible. For me, that's tough sometimes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First things first, it's Christmas Eve... Wow. Where has 2011 gone?? I cannot believe the year is about over. Scott and I are going to have dinner tonight with my Dad's side of the family and split tomorrow up between my Mom and his parents. I have not been in the Christmas mood at all this year, there have been so many things going on (I will get to it all ) that I haven't had much time to actually sit and think about. We are planning a very low key Christmas this year, and that sounds pretty good to us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next on the docket... We bought a house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689802172500687250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OFsSvWyjpI/TvY87hYmOZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kPti-mo6jCE/s320/176534_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scott and I bought our first home in Blackfoot this month. We will move in around January 27th. SOOO crazy. I will be in school at the time, and two days later Scott will be going to Florida for a week for training. We are so excited, a little overwhelmed but very excited to have a home to call ours. It's about 6 or so miles out of town, it's so peaceful and quiet. We are in a neighborhood that has about 12 homes. The lot to the left is empty, but there is a home on the right. We haven't met any of the neighbors yet, but we did hear the ones to the right own the Arctic Circle in Blackfoot. I'll keep everyone posted about how moving in goes. We have already started packing... Good knight do we have a LOT of crap!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scott gt a promotion last week at week. He is now the Asphalt Operations Superintendent. He is in charge of all things asphalt, the stationary plant and the portable. Best news of all, he doesn't have to live out of town for 6 months out of the year!! Who has 2 thumbs and is excited as all get out?? This girl right here! I am so proud of him, he has busted his butt and has proved himself to the company. He deserves this so much and is so excited about it! Which he should be!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just finished my 2nd to last academic semester of school! Spring 2012 will be my last one, then my practicum and I will graduate a year from now. I would be done in August, but since the University is so short on money, they cut a dean in the summer and they about force you to stay an extra semester to do it. I am convinced it's to squeeze more money out of you, but that's my own thoughts! :) I am so proud of myself! I cannot wait to be done... Oh wait, I'm not done! I've made the decision to go back and get my Master's as soon as I'm finished. My program will only be 18 months and it's fully online! I am hoping I can get a job and do my schooling at the same time. the nice ting aout being where we are is I can go North to IF, South to Portneuf, or stay in Blackfoot and work at the hospital there. I am hoping I will be able to find something by the time I am finished. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weding plans are going along very nicely. I found a dress the day after Thanksgiving for like 55-60% off and it is to die for. It's amazing! Really all we need is clothing for the boys/men, cake, and flowers and we're done. I've been making sure every spare second I have I am doing something wedding related. We got our proofs back on our invitiation, I designed them, and they look magnificant! I think I would like our cake to make them in some way. I am hoping to stick with my table idea, but it has changed already since we first started. We were originally going to go Vintage, but after I got my dress, which is more modern, I decided to change our idea. So now we are going rustic feeling. I think it fits us more, Scott is kind of a rugid little individual and I have always wanted to get married in my cowboy boots :) Haha... So, it kind of makes sense!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a very easy going Thanksgiving. Scott, me and my mom just ate here at our house and had a pretty casual get together. I made a few pies, cookies, and some rolls. Scott made his famous Candied Yams, famous to us anyways! It was a nice time. My dad had to work and Scott's parents didn't want to come up, long story, so it was just the 3 of us and really I wouldn't have had it any other way!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well friends, Merrry Christmas. I hope everyone has a great holiday with your families and friends. Remember it's not about what you get or how much you get; Christ is the reason for the season. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-4853480767415845277?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/4853480767415845277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/12/lots-of-news.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4853480767415845277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4853480767415845277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/12/lots-of-news.html' title='Lots of news'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OFsSvWyjpI/TvY87hYmOZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kPti-mo6jCE/s72-c/176534_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-1001472478760393130</id><published>2011-10-21T17:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T17:33:02.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, my mom made it home in one piece on Oct 8th. I wasn't suppose to pick her up from the airport because a friend of mine was getting married that evening, but some things happened and changed, and I had to make the trip. Her plane got delayed a little while in San Fran and she didn't end up getting into SLC till 8ish. She was VERY ready to get to the States and even more ready to see someone she recognized :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had a great trip and was able to see a lot of things she may not of had the chance too. On her last day I'm Beijing, she was able to go to the Forbidden Temple and Tiananmen Square. She said she would go back just to see those things again. She said those places were amazing; A once in a lifetime opportunity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once she gets all her pictures organized a little better I'll will add some. I am so glad to have my mom home and I know she was very grateful to be home again and to eat American food again, something other than rice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to those who checked in on me and made sure I hadn't burn the house down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And thanks to those who made sure to ask me about how my mom was doing while she was gone, she and I both appreciate the prayers and the phone calls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-1001472478760393130?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/1001472478760393130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1001472478760393130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1001472478760393130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-mama.html' title='My Mama'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-7190968558324064938</id><published>2011-10-21T17:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T17:19:05.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I was very vague about our engagement, so I'll give you the story! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had absolutely no clue he was plotting anything, he had wanted to go to dinner last Wednesday night, but I said no because I had a ton of homework I needed to get through. So after he and I had finished dinner, I was sitting at the table doing English revisions and he was bugging me- hovering around me, wouldn't leave me alone type of things. Basically the kid was annoying me (oops!). Eventually he asked if I would close my eyes, but I really wanted to get my homework done so I could watch Law and Order (haha, really) anyway, I finally agreed. And when he told me to open them, there he was, on one knee with a big box and a shiny ring! He gave me a little speech and ended with "Will You Marry Me?" I was honestly so shocked, I told him for the first time in my life I was speechless. He told me he expected more emotion, I didn't cry at all - I was honestly SO SHOCKED. After what seemed like 5 minutes, he told me I still hadn't given him an answer, and I said "Crap! Of course, yes! I'm sorry!" HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we've set a date of June 2, 2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am very excited, still in a state of shock and have an overwhelming feeling of my last sememster of my undergrad and wedding planning... What have I gottem myself into?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you all for your well wishes and love, it's very much appreciated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-7190968558324064938?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/7190968558324064938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/10/story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7190968558324064938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7190968558324064938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/10/story.html' title='The Story'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-4504672706011836972</id><published>2011-10-15T09:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T09:26:54.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Times 2 Equals 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;6-2-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;That's when Scott and I are GETTING MARRIED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-4504672706011836972?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/4504672706011836972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/10/6-times-2-equals-12.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4504672706011836972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4504672706011836972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/10/6-times-2-equals-12.html' title='6 Times 2 Equals 12'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-8904276746688792596</id><published>2011-09-28T09:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:00:02.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week &amp; A Half</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That is officially how long my mother has been gone! To be completely honest, time has really flown by and granted, it has been tough, but not nearly as terrible as I had anticipated. I will say Skype has been a total sanity keeper for both my mom and I. We can email, but really, the only really communication we have is through Skype. What a cool thing! I have heard about people "Skpying" with family and bla bla, but never used it until now. What a blessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;From what I have gathered so far, things are going great. She has her own interpreter name Laye and she wants to bring him home :) She loves him! He and his wife even had a couple of them over for dinner at their home. She said people have stopped her and the group she's with to take their pictures, to stand with them and have pictures taken. She said it's crazy how much they LOVE Americans. Apparently not many go to where she is, I'm not totally sure. On Sunday they took a little 'field trip' to see the Panda exhibit. She said it was amazing! (I have pictures from her and I'll get them up shortly) They got to see 4 baby pandas in their nursery as well as two red ones, which I guess are very rare.. She said they are learning a lot. The operation that they are teaching them is very strenuous and hard and she is adjusting as best she can. I guess today they are doing it without any help. So she was a little nervous about the outcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Another thing she talked about is how cheap the Chinese work for. The company she is at, Tianwei, only pays their workers by how many Poly rods they can get out in a day and other places only pay $2/hr. And she said they work their butts off. So I guess now, as we (Americans) complain about our jobs being sent overseas, it's easy to understand why. Why would we want to pay someone here to do a job at $20/hr when it can be shipped to China and it can be made for $2/hr. My mom said it's a sad fact of life. They don't have much but Laye offers her anything she will take. She said his generosity is outstanding. She is serious about 'putting him in her suitcase and bringing him here.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Another thing they do for the group my mom is with, is provide breakfast, lunch, and dinner at specific times everyday. She has has some VERY &lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt; meals so far. (Pictures to come) She said they eat rice with every single meal, but the dish they serve in the morning is more like a fried rice, where the rest is just plain white rice. She told me the other day she NEVER wants to eat rice again after she gets home :) Lucky for her we packed almost an entire suitcase full of protein bars and different foods for her to eat just in case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Well, I'll make sure to get those pictures up as soon as I can. And when I talk to her again I'll make sure to give everyone an update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hope you all are enjoying this fabulous fall weather. I love it. There is nothing better than that crisp fall breeze. Before you know it.... It'll be snowing. Who knows, it just might this weekend... It always snows on the ISU Homecoming parade :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-M&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/6611800308591930577-8904276746688792596?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/8904276746688792596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/09/week-half.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/8904276746688792596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/8904276746688792596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/09/week-half.html' title='A Week &amp; A Half'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-7432791681215667200</id><published>2011-09-09T11:33:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T09:40:14.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 Years Ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHBgANgbxug/TmpRNP5XPBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xh39ch3LwgA/s1600/imagesCAE6E1OE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650417970536987666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHBgANgbxug/TmpRNP5XPBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xh39ch3LwgA/s320/imagesCAE6E1OE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was in Mr. Hale's English class in the basement of HJH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was mad I had woken up late that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650417911495800386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fCxUNliCvM/TmpRJz82NkI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tC2tTOT-3Pw/s320/imagesCAI5SIYA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom called me and said a plane had hit one of the Twin Towers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mom, planes hit builds all the time. I have to go!" and hung up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650418121099571538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R_VgE-G9Fas/TmpRWAyR8VI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pI9bFc2121A/s320/imagesCA2WAL2J.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Expect this wasn't like anything America had ever seen before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walked into class just 'in time' to see the 2nd tower fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heart fell too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650418015114104754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VcxVrdZFmIs/TmpRP19YD7I/AAAAAAAAAWY/sCa-9JdJruU/s320/imagesCA6DWMIZ.jpg" /&gt; Another plane had crashed into the Pentagon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and another in a field in PA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is this happening??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feared for my own life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though I was miles and miles away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt bad I was so angry at my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a chance to tell her I was sorry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but those people... They'll never be seen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again, Why?? I just don't get what's going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God help those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3hhhzRT2et4/TmpRGCgmdfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/emYi4-z7jHI/s1600/imagesCAJVRKZ0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650417846684382706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3hhhzRT2et4/TmpRGCgmdfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/emYi4-z7jHI/s320/imagesCAJVRKZ0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For days afterward, there were glimmers of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650417393605473650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xNGZlg8NqZA/TmpQrqqK9XI/AAAAAAAAAV4/PYj0lBfalUQ/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God Bless America, the land that I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9/11/01&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never Forget&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/6611800308591930577-7432791681215667200?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/7432791681215667200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/09/911.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7432791681215667200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7432791681215667200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHBgANgbxug/TmpRNP5XPBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xh39ch3LwgA/s72-c/imagesCAE6E1OE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-6340876745017899469</id><published>2011-09-09T11:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T11:32:44.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A BIG Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZc99BF-vzQ/TmpL3gHp-fI/AAAAAAAAAVo/N-excITVgIw/s1600/china.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650412099376642546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZc99BF-vzQ/TmpL3gHp-fI/AAAAAAAAAVo/N-excITVgIw/s320/china.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, in a week from today, I will be shipping my mother off to China. It's a lot for me to handle. Being the only child I have had A LOT of parent-child time. I consider my mom and dad &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; of the &lt;strong&gt;best people&lt;/strong&gt; around and without them, other than the obvious of me not being here, I would not be complete. The thought of being in this big house, by myself for a month scares the hell out of me. Luckily my dad isn't too far away in case I need anything. And I'm sure there is a whole slew of people, known and unknown to me, that have been told by my mom to 'keep watch' on me while she's gone. As wild as this sounds, this will be the longest she and I will have ever been apart from one another. She went to Greece for 2 weeks and a few years ago my dads side of the family went to our beach house for 2 weeks. That's it. Now I know you married with children folk who live out of state are thinking this is nothing. But it is. It's a BIG something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Days won't be so bad, they are occupied with (LOTS) of homework, 2 jobs, and a never ending list of pages of read. It's the nights I worry about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So for now, we'll we make a list, check it and check it again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pack, probably cry a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and check the list again hoping we haven't forgotten something very important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll pray the time goes quick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll pray that she learns a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll pray I 'can be brave' (as my mommy would say) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll pray she 'can be brave' (as I would say)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll pray she is safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll pray for comfort when it gets hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll pray and thank Christ for these many blessings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which sometimes... I wonder how He chose us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll hear from me shortly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-6340876745017899469?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/6340876745017899469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/6340876745017899469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/6340876745017899469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-week.html' title='A BIG Week'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZc99BF-vzQ/TmpL3gHp-fI/AAAAAAAAAVo/N-excITVgIw/s72-c/china.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-156454249538857601</id><published>2011-08-31T21:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:44:03.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's how much more suffering I have till this semester is over! Haha! Always thinking ahead :) (I'm sure there were some of you who thought I was annoucing something. Jokes on you!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All in the the semester is going pretty well. 18 credits is a whole boat load, and 2 jobs, well, thats a whole other ball of wax, but I am managing! There really is zero free time, I find the majorty of my time is occupied by homework, reading, note taking, bla bla bla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The job in my dept is going awesome! Everyone who works there has taken me in with open arms and is really nice to me! I can't complain about getting to do homework and getting paid, and everyone who works in the deptartment, is my teacher! So, that comes in handy when I need some extra help and advice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom was suppose to leave for China on Friday, but they postponed the date till Sept 16th. She is getting a little less nervous, a little being the key word there! She got her Visa yesterday and she is pretty much set to go. Just got a lot of packing to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scott has about 2 months left before he's able to come home and he couldn't be more happy about that. And lets be honest, I'm pretty jazzed for that day too. This distance is ridiculous and getting really, really old! He is grateful that the weather is cooling down, you can only handle some many 117* days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, thats about all I've got for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until next time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-156454249538857601?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/156454249538857601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/08/15-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/156454249538857601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/156454249538857601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/08/15-weeks.html' title='15 Weeks'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-7377082400256639428</id><published>2011-08-03T14:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T14:57:53.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy of 'em all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_WJcRUfwxk/Tjm2FucudhI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FAvY5sOEZbo/s1600/DSC03857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_WJcRUfwxk/Tjm2FucudhI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FAvY5sOEZbo/s320/DSC03857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mare B. &amp;amp; Mare C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QR1Iyc88s/Tjm2F5HnugI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/s7IfFghRUyA/s1600/DSC03865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QR1Iyc88s/Tjm2F5HnugI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/s7IfFghRUyA/s320/DSC03865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FXLIR0Frbak/Tjm2GErbATI/AAAAAAAAAUY/41aPC7pFg8A/s1600/DSC03869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FXLIR0Frbak/Tjm2GErbATI/AAAAAAAAAUY/41aPC7pFg8A/s320/DSC03869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ERIC CHURCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WkmvEIZX664/Tjm2GVFDQBI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nRSQiaZ64Yo/s1600/DSC03874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WkmvEIZX664/Tjm2GVFDQBI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nRSQiaZ64Yo/s320/DSC03874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PgDRXZIvz4M/Tjm2GoLTC4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/JVSfevBSddY/s1600/DSC03899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PgDRXZIvz4M/Tjm2GoLTC4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/JVSfevBSddY/s320/DSC03899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"These Boots"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zA6GUTO1UrA/Tjm2Gw8hlrI/AAAAAAAAAUw/NKIF-R9k_6c/s1600/DSC03942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zA6GUTO1UrA/Tjm2Gw8hlrI/AAAAAAAAAUw/NKIF-R9k_6c/s320/DSC03942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TOBY KEITH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8arC690FMk/Tjm2G5izpvI/AAAAAAAAAU4/63eQh0phlcY/s1600/DSC03943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8arC690FMk/Tjm2G5izpvI/AAAAAAAAAU4/63eQh0phlcY/s320/DSC03943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YmdyCPF0sfg/Tjm2HCWCK_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/zdIybo2Xne8/s1600/DSC03946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YmdyCPF0sfg/Tjm2HCWCK_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/zdIybo2Xne8/s320/DSC03946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Scott was able to get a weekend off and he and I and our friends Marianne &amp;amp; Troy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;drove&lt;/span&gt; 8.5 hours to Cheyenne to the Frontier Days. It's this huge festival that they have every year; it's a 10 day event and they have concerts every night, rodeos, and all kinds of vendors. Those of you who are familiar with the movie 8 Seconds, it's where Lane Frost was killed. It's makes our State Fair in Blackfoot look like a weekend carnival. I have been a huge Eric Church fan since he released his first CD in 2005. I always look at his web site to see if he was going to be coming anywhere near Idaho, and Cheyenne was what I got. I bought tickets in January! I have been looking forward to this literally all year! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. You can tell 'pure country' for those of you who listen, you know what I'm talking about, and he is one of them. And Toby Keith, well... he is just one amazing, talented artist. And he is a BIG dude in real life! :) We stayed the night in Laramie and got up the next morning and drove another 8.5 hours. It was well worth the trip and we will for sure be making it a new tradition &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&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/6611800308591930577-7377082400256639428?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/7377082400256639428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/08/daddy-of-em-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7377082400256639428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7377082400256639428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/08/daddy-of-em-all.html' title='Daddy of &apos;em all'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_WJcRUfwxk/Tjm2FucudhI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FAvY5sOEZbo/s72-c/DSC03857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-2726403581945859780</id><published>2011-08-03T14:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T14:45:26.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leavin' on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well we got word last week that my mom will be leaving Aug. 26th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone that knows anything about traveling to China.... Uh, good grief, is it a LOT of work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically to communicate, you seriously need either an Ipad or an Iphone . Something with a Wifi capability... Any others forms of communication; telephone, internet, email, text... is all ROAMING! We spoke to a cat at Verizon, basically said for an hour on the Internet Skyping, it would be give or take $500! Um, I love my mom (and she loves me) but not that much! HAHA. So we are trying to track down an Apple piece of equipment. This is just one thing, and it is a lot of work! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, thank you all for you kind wishes for her. She is still very nervous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a little excited. I'll keep everyone posted as we know more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Maren &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-2726403581945859780?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/2726403581945859780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/08/leavin-on-jet-plane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/2726403581945859780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/2726403581945859780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/08/leavin-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leavin&apos; on a jet plane'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-4735938383449012328</id><published>2011-07-22T15:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T16:08:41.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Excuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no words for leaving the Easter background on my blog, for not posting since... um, March or something?!, for not letting all you fine folks know what is happening in the world of us. Man, life is crazy sometimes, ya'll agree? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I'll give a brief run down. I finished school in May, and did so awesome. I really am proud of myself. The year break I took was the best decision I have made in my entire life. Really! I had 2 days off (Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday) and then went right back for 10 credits of summer school! Yes, I am crazy, I am fully aware. But again, such a good decision for me! I am currently on credit 10 right now, and will finish with that in 2 weeks. I have gotten A's and B's in all my classes so far! Such a great feeling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is in order to graduate in December 2012. It seems like so long, and there is a tiny little bump in the road to go along with (of course, it cannot just be easy) but things are looking up! I have 2 academic semesters left and my practicum in the fall. That is why graduation is delayed. With the cuts in funds, they no longer keep a dean in the summer, so I am forced to wait it out! I can see a light at the end though, thank goodness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scott is gone again for the summer :( He has been gone 6 weeks and is living in a town called Grandview. It's about 30 miles outside of Mountain Home Air Force Base. Basically it's this tiny little town with no cell phone reception and hot as all get out! Warmest day so far: 117*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is a difficult adjustment, being so far from home, he doesn't make the 4 hour drive to Poky every week. He's been home three times since he's left. given the no cell phone service, well that's a whole other story! Very hard just using texts, which send and receive when they feel like it, but I am grateful for the technology of texting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another exciting thing for the two of us... We are getting ready to purchase some land and build a home! We are very excited and tentatively plan on breaking ground when it thaws out next spring! Parson got a job HERE next year, so he will be around to lay down the law, since I don't know 2 things about construction. My duties will begin when the walls go up :) The land sits in between Inkom and McCammon and is almost 4 acres. It's very peaceful out there, although I'm not sure how I will fair without a store close by, ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is exciting news all around, my Mommy included. We just found out last night she will be going to CHINA for a month for her job! I don't know how many of you know, but she is working with Hoku here in Pocatello and they offered her an operator position so that is why she is going to China, for the training. She will be one of 8 going, so that has lessened my fears about her leaving the country, alone :/ This whole time things were being worked out, all I could think about was how hard it was for all of us after she got laid off almost 2 years ago. We told each other all the time ' things happen for a reason..' and now we know why. This is such an amazing opportunity for her and I am so unbelievably proud of her. Christ is so powerful and I wish I gave thanks more often than I do. This is such a testimony builder for all of us, He really does listen and really cares for all His children. It doesn't matter where we are spiritually, He is there. I know good things are coming for my Mom and there is not a more deserving person. I don't know how she kept her head up through all this. She had all the right to be unhappy and mad at the world, but she always was positive. I wish I had just one ounce of that. The company gave them a month to prepare, and she will be gone the entire month of September. As ridiculous as it sounds, especially at 24, this will be the longest we have ever been apart! She is very nervous and excited, as am I. I will for sure keep everyone posted and share her experiences over there. From what we have learned, she will be near Beijing and 3 hours away from the Great Wall. On the weekends, they will be taken to tourist sites and allowed to do fun things, other than work all the time! She will also be living right on site, which is also comforting! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I hope everyone is enjoying their summer as it comes to an &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;end here in the next couple months! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-4735938383449012328?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/4735938383449012328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-excuses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4735938383449012328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4735938383449012328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-excuses.html' title='No Excuses'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-8464062293010269023</id><published>2011-03-28T11:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:11:25.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you think I forgot about you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I kinda did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clearly I have not kept up with my blogging. Which really is nothing new! So, shall we recap alittle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School, oh sweet school.... I went back in January and it was so much harder than I had imagined! I go 4 days a week, dang near all day, except mondays. I'm there till 4 on some days and Wed till 7. It is a big adjustment, because I am in my jammies by like... 5 every night! The class is really interesting, so it keeps my attention, but it is sooo long! Everything so far is going by awesome. Classes are great, lots.. No TONS of work. I'm only working 2ish days a week which is nice because I can focus on homework. I can't believe Spring Break was here, and now it's gone and we're down to the last 6 weeks of classes! Wow... Time sure flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the topic of Spring Break, I did nothing... And it was amazing! Just worked a couple of days and hung out with my Mommy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Speaking of my Mommy, she got herself a job at Wal Mart as a door greater about a month ago I know she has seen a ton of people, so you may be one of them :) and last week she got a phone call from Hoku Materials and they want her as a Polysilicon Tech! I am so sooo soooo proud of her! She hasn't had a steady, stable job for over a year now and this is just another answered prayer from Christ. In the day and age we live in, we expect everything to be instant (I am guilty), time goes by and you think you're being ignored or don't understand why He just won't answer. This is a GREAT lesson that our prayers are always answered, some just take a little longer than others. She is excited, nervous, and a mix of everything else you could think of.. She is not looking forward to working Graveyard or the 12 hour days again. But it is something she'll have to get use too. She starts April 11th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Scott &amp;amp; I have been talking about going on vacation since he left for work last year, and we finally did it. He planned a little getaway to Jackson Hole the weekend after Valentine's Day, he did it all himself, which is pretty big for him. HA! We stayed at The Lodge, and if you are ever there looking for a hotel, STAY THERE! It is very warm, homey, cabin feeling. We loved it. It's just out of town a little, so you have to drive to get to the Square, but it's worth it. We just walked around and enjoyed each others company! We haven't been to Jackson since before he and I were 21, so we hit up The Million Dollar Cowboy Bar this time. I don't know if anyones been in it, but it is so awesome. They have saddles for bar stools and really old western pications on the wall. Pretty much we sat on the stools, played pool and just soaked it all in! On our way there, Scott decided he wanted to take the pass, well, the closer we got we started to notice it looked like it was storming. And boy was it... We couldn't even make it up half way in my car! So we turned around and decided what our next move was going to be, well I had snuck in a few quick prayers that we would make it in one piece and by the grace of God, a sander was on its way up! So we got behind it and we made it just fine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well friends, hope every one is doing well and thinking Spring! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-8464062293010269023?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/8464062293010269023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/03/did-you-think-i-forgot-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/8464062293010269023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/8464062293010269023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/03/did-you-think-i-forgot-about-you.html' title='Did you think I forgot about you?'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-6094597401045336758</id><published>2011-01-02T15:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:38:06.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 - A Year In Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You always say you hope the next year is going to be better than the previous, and I had no lesser intentions for that of 2010. But, as usual, something drastic, unexpected, life changing, goal changing, etc... had to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;January:&lt;/em&gt; The first semester I haven' t been to school since, well forever. We try to adjust as a family with my mom being laid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;February:&lt;/em&gt; My uncle Scott passes away from liver cancer. We spent most of the month in Cali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;March &amp;amp; April:&lt;/em&gt; Lots of figuring out what we want out of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May:&lt;/em&gt; Scott moves out at the beginning of the month after lots of questions, and an uncertainty on what each of us wanted. Scott leaves for work at the end of the month for 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;June &amp;amp; July:&lt;/em&gt; More questions, more confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;August:&lt;/em&gt; My mom is finally offered a job as a sub for School District #25. Scott loses an aunt to an unexpected heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;September:&lt;/em&gt; Scott and I finally decided it IS worth it. Just because it gets tough doesn't mean you can just give up. We want to be together through the good, bad, and the ugly. All of which we have been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;October&lt;/em&gt;: My mom is offered another job at JoAnn's. It really is amazing how Christ answers your prayers, no matter how long it take. He is listening. I made the decision to go to school and FINISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;November:&lt;/em&gt; Scott and I celebrated our 6 year anniversary. This was a special one given what the year had offered us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;December: &lt;/em&gt;As I look back and think about the year.,I realize it was just another learning experience. It's one of those things I really never though we would ever have to go through. I didn't think I would lose another person to cancer so close to my Grandma, and Scott wasn't prepared for the death of his aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have learned as long as you put it all in His hands, you will be safe. All the questions you have, ask Him for the guidance. Ask Him and he'll give you an answer. It's not always what you want, but He knows what is best for you. It may not be an instant answer either, but He's listening, He knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To say I am grateful for this year of trials is hard for me. I don't know if that's the right word. What I am grateful for is the lessons I have learned, and the mistakes I have made have been forgiven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My resolution for 2011 isn't to make a resolution. Lots of the time, you set the standard so high and when you aren't able to achieve, it makes you feel worse! So, in the long run I would like to save more and spend less. Scott and I have both decided to take each day as it comes, good or bad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope all of you had a great New Years. I wish all of you health and happiness for 2011!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-6094597401045336758?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/6094597401045336758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-year-in-review.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/6094597401045336758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/6094597401045336758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-year-in-review.html' title='2010 - A Year In Review'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-8397403555703916785</id><published>2010-12-24T16:23:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T16:36:21.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to write a little note on here and wish everyone a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. Hope you all have a safe, and happy holiday seasons with your families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, Maren,  Scott, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; the boy dogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554396503198300930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TRUuMPLOewI/AAAAAAAAAT0/udl1lB1QGTU/s400/DSC03487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-8397403555703916785?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/8397403555703916785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/8397403555703916785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/8397403555703916785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TRUuMPLOewI/AAAAAAAAAT0/udl1lB1QGTU/s72-c/DSC03487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-7012395081310261964</id><published>2010-12-22T20:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T20:58:58.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luke Chapter 2, King James Version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed. And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us. And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger. And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds. But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart. And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-7012395081310261964?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/7012395081310261964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7012395081310261964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7012395081310261964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-story.html' title='A Christmas Story'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-6957093831604338924</id><published>2010-12-22T20:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T20:55:20.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Confession</title><content type='html'>This year I have had the worst time getting into the holiday spirit this year. I think it has a lot to do with the fact my parents are divorced. It's been 8 years I think, but it never gets easier. I hate having to go 10 different places to make sure I see everyone, then you add in a 'husband' and his family, and that adds 10 more places to visit. It's a lot, and it's not always a happy holiday season. Feel free to stop reading this whenever, basically I just needed to vent! So I'm sure this will be a bunch of mumbo-jumbo. In all honesty, there are times when I just wish my parents were still married... I think Scott is the only person that &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; knows that. I, for some unknown reason, volunteered my house to have Christmas Eve dinner this year. That's another thing that has drove me nuts this year-we usually have Christmas Eve dinner at my dads sisters house, but I had a falling out with her son and REFUSE to be anywhere he is at the same time. So, because he is some kind of idiot I am missing out on Christmas with my family, missing tradition, missing time with the only Grandma I have left, and missing out on Christmas with my nephews. Yes, it is my choice to not want to be around him, but if you only knew the story, you wouldn't want to be either. But thats a whole other vent session!  So, back to X-Mas Eve I've got to do the cooking, the baking, the cleaning. Luckily Scott is such a genius in the kitchen he'll whip up some amazing grub.. And my Mom will be working her tail off to get everything together. The whole meaning behind Christmas is the togetherness. All I really want is to be TOGETHER with my family, the whole family. Not to be seperated because of divorce, or because of an arguement, or because someone doesn't like the other person. Another weird reason I tihnk I can't get in the mood is because there are no gifts under the tree. No not because we can't afford them, but because Ruger EATS them!! I cannot tell you how many gifts he has chewed through. I wanna strangle him! So I've had to lock everthing up and the tree is so bare and lonely! Another thing this morning before I left for work, Diesel and Ruger were all hyper and tipped my tree all the way over. I cried. I mean really cried. I wanted to just throw it outside and leave it. I'm hoping I get a much needed mood boost, pronto, I've only got a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for those of you who are still with me, thanks for reading my rant. I feel like I am the only one who extremely dislikes the holidays. And I hate that. It's so depressing! Well, I will update you on my progess or lack there of :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas ladies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-6957093831604338924?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/6957093831604338924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/6957093831604338924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/6957093831604338924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-confession.html' title='A Christmas Confession'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-754082588909191996</id><published>2010-12-19T14:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T15:07:41.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst</title><content type='html'>I am the worst blog poster ever.... I can't believe November came and went, and now... Well, now 2011 is about here. I'll give the quick and dirty version of the last month....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I registered for school again. Kinda nervous, kinda anxious, kinda bummed. I haven't been in a year, but I feel I am in a much better place than a year ago. I am taking 15 credits and going to school every day but Friday. I needed an incentive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With that, I am also fully invested into the Health Education Program. So, in 4 semesters, I will be graduating. Wow... Graduating. It's long overdue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanksgiving was spent this year in McCammon with the Nelson family. We had a nice dinner, stuffed ourselves until we were ready to pop and watched some football.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black Friday, was a total bust, I had to work! Sooo depressing. It's just not the same going in the afternoon instead of 4am :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are still up in the air about our Christmas activities. I have decided that when Scott and I have babies, the parents can come to us! Haha. We will need a 15 passenger bus to haul all everything. Us, kid(s), dogs, gifts, kid stuff, dog stuff. I'm thinking we'll need a 15 and a u-haul.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will take some pictures (family shoot, Christmas tree, recent happenings) soon and post them. I promise you all will hear from me before Christmas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;         I hope everyone, although caught up with the craziness of the holidays, remembers the real reason for the season. The Savior. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas friends. I am grateful fo reach and every one of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-754082588909191996?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/754082588909191996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/12/worst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/754082588909191996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/754082588909191996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/12/worst.html' title='The Worst'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-6438753580282938587</id><published>2010-11-02T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T16:22:15.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Group</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TNCPFmphETI/AAAAAAAAATY/Vak5ft1Vnwo/s1600/DSC03459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TNCPFmphETI/AAAAAAAAATY/Vak5ft1Vnwo/s400/DSC03459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Top Row: Taylor the 60s girl (my step-cousin), me, and Scott as the Greeks)&lt;br /&gt;(Bottow Row: Travis as Mario (my cousins nephew), Talon the Tornado and Tanner the sniper (my nephews))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!! I forgot this picture.&lt;br /&gt;Have to share this one! My cousin made both of the boys costumes this year.&lt;br /&gt;-Tanner has been something army/GI Joe related the last 3 years,&lt;br /&gt;this year he wanted a Gilly suit.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;- Talon's costume could not fit him more perfect.. Kinda why she picked it!&lt;br /&gt;He tears EVERYTHING up, in a matter of seconds.. Hence a tornado was formed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;SpOOkY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;HaLLowEEn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-6438753580282938587?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/6438753580282938587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-group.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/6438753580282938587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/6438753580282938587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-group.html' title='Halloween Group'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TNCPFmphETI/AAAAAAAAATY/Vak5ft1Vnwo/s72-c/DSC03459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-4564106855752266738</id><published>2010-11-02T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T16:14:39.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TNCNSXxgHYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Zpe5d1h6fzw/s1600/DSC03468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TNCNSXxgHYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Zpe5d1h6fzw/s400/DSC03468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and I never dress up for Halloween, so this year we decided to switch it up&lt;br /&gt;We went as Greek Gods :) Super simple. Thanks to Joannes going outta buisness&lt;br /&gt;this awesome get-up cost us about 10$ Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TNCNS_pKbVI/AAAAAAAAATA/1K2Ih7MbWqk/s1600/DSC03470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TNCNS_pKbVI/AAAAAAAAATA/1K2Ih7MbWqk/s400/DSC03470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my mom decided to get in on the fun this year too&lt;br /&gt;Nurse Sandy at your service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TNCNTCFFeAI/AAAAAAAAATI/UtTOyzgsuys/s1600/DSC03474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TNCNTCFFeAI/AAAAAAAAATI/UtTOyzgsuys/s400/DSC03474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scott, Me, Hilariy, Tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greeks &amp;amp; Pirates collide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TNCNTVQm9nI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ASMYiEKfR5U/s1600/DSC03477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TNCNTVQm9nI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ASMYiEKfR5U/s400/DSC03477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my amazing best friend ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Please check out my awesome gold slippers. Get you get anymore legit than that??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-4564106855752266738?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/4564106855752266738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4564106855752266738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4564106855752266738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TNCNSXxgHYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Zpe5d1h6fzw/s72-c/DSC03468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-929879154286197099</id><published>2010-11-02T15:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:58:08.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 8th BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TNCIcYigdPI/AAAAAAAAASw/2F1U13rFLaE/s1600/DSC01919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TNCIcYigdPI/AAAAAAAAASw/2F1U13rFLaE/s320/DSC01919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;My sweet 'nephew' turned 8 years old on Oct. 29.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I can't believe how much he has grown up these last few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Tanner, at 8...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;* You are almost as tall as me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;* You are ahead of your class in about every subject&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;* You have the patience of a saint with everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;*You are kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;*And a total softie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Your Maren loves you &lt;strong&gt;so much. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I hope you and I always have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;the same special bond we do now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Happy Birthday Sweet Boy, hope your Halloween Party was "super awesome"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; 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Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TNCIcYigdPI/AAAAAAAAASw/2F1U13rFLaE/s72-c/DSC01919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-3227453490997802946</id><published>2010-10-19T11:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:50:26.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I just can't do it captain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;......I don't have the power!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Ace Ventura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's a little like how I feel lately. I keep telling myself I have plenty to tell the world, and then I get caught up in something less important. Who knows what exactly, but I'm "busy" doing something else! I cannot believe Sept was here, and now gone, October was here, and now gone.. November?? Already! Wowzers. Time really does fly. I did manage to get my pictures from Gary Allen up and that provoked me into writing a little something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My cousin KayCe and I canned up a flippin' storm these last 2 months! We did something to the effect of 20 pints of salsa, 30 quarts and 29 pints of green beans, 36 quarts of peaches, 60 something quarts of stewed tomatoes, 24 pints on applesauce (NEVER again), and I believe 50ish quarts of apple pie filling. We were up to our eye balls in produce for weeks, but everything came off without a hitch and we couldn't be more proud! Word to the wise(r), never do homemade applesauce. Oh my good knight, it was such a long drawn out process and I couldn't hardly use my arms for the next 2 days. Just buy it, and save yourself the trouble! I will get some pictures of my hard work up.......... eventually. I literally have so many jars, I need to have Scott redo my canning closet and make me more shelves! :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Speaking of Scott, he is COMING HOME!! Finally! 5 1/2 months of being gone. He is so ready and I am beyond ready.. For many reasons really. I hate the hour drive to Grace, the dogs hate the hour drive to Grace,  minimal space inside, and the fact that it's just not home. And I'm only there a day or two outta the week. I don't wanna think about being there for as long as he as. So if you are ever going to Soda/Grace, thank Scott for that beautiful hunk of 4 lane heaven! Haha :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me.. Well, lets see. I am going back to school after a year! I feel like I've got my head on straight and that things inside my melon have calmed down a lot. That is part of the reason I stopped going. I was on the verge of a  breakdown. 2 jobs, 16 credits, only one summer break from 2005 (I always did summer school), the stress of life, bla bla.... I knew I was at a breaking point and that if I didn't 'slow my roll' I was going to lose it. At the time it was what I needed to do and I'm glad I did it. I was able to clear my head and focus. I'm excited to get back in there and get finished. As always, ISU manages to flip and trick you in any way possible and I've learned  I need to re-take 3 classes due to added course work. So frustrating, but.. beggers can't be choosers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I hope everyone enjoys their November. Thanksgiving isn't the only time to Give Thanks. Make sure through the whole month of November you remember to Give Thanks for all your many blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-3227453490997802946?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/3227453490997802946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-just-cant-do-it-captain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3227453490997802946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3227453490997802946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-just-cant-do-it-captain.html' title='&quot;I just can&apos;t do it captain...'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-858331248516115858</id><published>2010-10-19T11:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T11:54:16.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gary Allen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TL3Zn3sQR1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/cpHvWXV3iMo/s1600/DSC03305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TL3Zn3sQR1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/cpHvWXV3iMo/s320/DSC03305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; my BFF Hilairy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; For her birthday I had these shirts made up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the back it lists all the concerts we've been to together, it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;a make as you go type of thing! We got so many compliments and giggles from it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who says a 23 and 24 year old can't have a little fun?? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TL3ZoGtzCcI/AAAAAAAAASY/BEUVnw86Gpg/s1600/DSC03308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TL3ZoGtzCcI/AAAAAAAAASY/BEUVnw86Gpg/s320/DSC03308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to a Gary Allen concert in W. Jordan for her birthday, we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so much fun. He is an amazing performer. Jared Neimann and Randy Houser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;opened for him, another 2 great singers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TL3ZoYtgLfI/AAAAAAAAASg/PN3-kq6K7tM/s1600/DSC03318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TL3ZoYtgLfI/AAAAAAAAASg/PN3-kq6K7tM/s320/DSC03318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hil's favorite song is Smoke Rings in the Dark, mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, I have far too many to pick from, but it would probably be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tough Little Boys or Her Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TL3Zozajy1I/AAAAAAAAASo/aCNPr60v2zI/s1600/DSC03343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TL3Zozajy1I/AAAAAAAAASo/aCNPr60v2zI/s320/DSC03343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We had such a fun time, only crappy part was driving home that night so she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;could make it to class the next morning and so I could go to work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We are already planning our next concert...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Carrie Underwood it is :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&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/6611800308591930577-858331248516115858?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/858331248516115858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/10/gary-allen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/858331248516115858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/858331248516115858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/10/gary-allen.html' title='Gary Allen'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TL3Zn3sQR1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/cpHvWXV3iMo/s72-c/DSC03305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-7941672565361491809</id><published>2010-09-02T18:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:54:19.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TIBG2Y8gJ1I/AAAAAAAAASI/fhyURB7-MtE/s1600/DSC00547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TIBG2Y8gJ1I/AAAAAAAAASI/fhyURB7-MtE/s400/DSC00547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this picture really has nothing to do with my post,&lt;br /&gt;it's just something &lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;. A place where I can go and think, reflect.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I took this either...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can anyone else feel that cool, &lt;em&gt;crisp,&lt;/em&gt; feeling in the air?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;Fall&lt;/strong&gt; and I couldn't be more thrilled.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&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/6611800308591930577-7941672565361491809?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/7941672565361491809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/09/crisp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7941672565361491809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7941672565361491809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/09/crisp.html' title='Crisp'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/TIBG2Y8gJ1I/AAAAAAAAASI/fhyURB7-MtE/s72-c/DSC00547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-4334372718847665756</id><published>2010-08-26T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T18:54:06.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Related Injury</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THcMrA0UraI/AAAAAAAAAR4/bpyWFpwEI0k/s1600/DSC03284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THcMrA0UraI/AAAAAAAAAR4/bpyWFpwEI0k/s320/DSC03284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott is always finding ways to hurt himself.. And it always seems to be at work. This is the latest of injuries the kid has received since starting in Lund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was cleaning out a drag shoot &lt;em&gt;(it takes the asphalt up into the silo)&lt;/em&gt; with a shovel, and a flight &lt;em&gt;(like a little flappy thing that carries the asphalt up)&lt;/em&gt; grabbed the shovel head and cause the shovel handle to wack him in the face! Luckily he was being "On TRACK" with safety &lt;em&gt;(it's a Parson Co. thing)&lt;/em&gt; and had glasses on to protect his eyes. The hard plastic from the safety glass was hit so hard it broke the skin really deep. It didn't actually get his eye, just the underneath side...... But, it did land him in the hospital with a nice bruise and 3 lovely stitches. This is the patient post-op. Looks a little unhappy, eh??&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-4334372718847665756?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/4334372718847665756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/08/work-related-injury.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4334372718847665756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4334372718847665756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/08/work-related-injury.html' title='Work Related Injury'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THcMrA0UraI/AAAAAAAAAR4/bpyWFpwEI0k/s72-c/DSC03284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-4098060205739868473</id><published>2010-08-26T14:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T17:37:22.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Summa Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THbaTSW7d7I/AAAAAAAAARw/o4ZWshhQDEU/s1600/DSC03270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509831219014760370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THbaTSW7d7I/AAAAAAAAARw/o4ZWshhQDEU/s320/DSC03270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Tanner &amp;amp; Talon Swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THbaS4_zCfI/AAAAAAAAARo/37bS7vcq_dY/s1600/DSC03267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509831212206852594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THbaS4_zCfI/AAAAAAAAARo/37bS7vcq_dY/s320/DSC03267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talon hiding from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THbaSsg24MI/AAAAAAAAARg/3hyIhpKPsC4/s1600/DSC03257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509831208855855298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THbaSsg24MI/AAAAAAAAARg/3hyIhpKPsC4/s320/DSC03257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; the boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THbaSOiw6gI/AAAAAAAAARY/ZG4D2PFdo80/s1600/DSC03254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509831200810789378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THbaSOiw6gI/AAAAAAAAARY/ZG4D2PFdo80/s320/DSC03254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were being silly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my little nephews- it's no secret, and this summer has been so busy I haven't spent any quality time with them and it was killing me! So last week we made our annual trip to Ross Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I went to pick them up, out came..... BOYS. Not a baby and a toddler like I'm use too! I nearly broke down and cried! Tanner is almost to my shoulder, and he will be 8 in two months and Talon is still fiesty, talks amazingly well and is getting so much older looking. Where did my sweet baby boys go!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon they will be to the stage where hanging out with Mawen isn't so cool, so I had better milk every minute I still have with them :)&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/6611800308591930577-4098060205739868473?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/4098060205739868473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweet-summa-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4098060205739868473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4098060205739868473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweet-summa-time.html' title='Sweet Summa Time'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THbaTSW7d7I/AAAAAAAAARw/o4ZWshhQDEU/s72-c/DSC03270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-1124374458994921028</id><published>2010-08-25T16:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T17:21:54.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert Whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, I said it.... I LOVE me some concerts :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me, and 3 of my bestest girl friends ever went and saw Jake Owen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;in Burley for their county fair last week. We were right at the stage and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;did everything I could to touch him... Epic fail! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;(I messed up these pictures so bad-I wanted them in order-so the sizes are butchered!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 449px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509484793338471138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THWfOqJbIuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kN-8CGz1bdc/s320/DSC02972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Courtney, Hilairy, Marianne, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THWfPSdxFQI/AAAAAAAAARA/1BQG_592Fhc/s1600/DSC03019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 491px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509484804161213698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THWfPSdxFQI/AAAAAAAAARA/1BQG_592Fhc/s320/DSC03019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He really is talented... And not bad to look at (wink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THWfPGlzQRI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/hBdjkMwCBdM/s1600/DSC03009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 487px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509484800973685010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THWfPGlzQRI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/hBdjkMwCBdM/s320/DSC03009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So funny story... Jake (we're on a first name basis, haha) was throw guitar picks left and right and I was bound and determined to get one! Well he tossed one RIGHT TO ME!... And it went right in between me pointer and bird finger. But Mare noticed it on the ground and stepped on it so no one else would snag it. So I'm hustling to get it and I notice this women behind us YANKING on Mare's toes!!! She was trying to get her foot up off of it! So if anyone knows me, you know I'm not havin' it. So I got down to eye level with this lady and said, "ummm, no." Needless to say I prevailed, and here's the photo to prove it!! HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 485px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509487354078970482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THWhjtpiQnI/AAAAAAAAARI/zXEhOzC6IIw/s320/DSC03240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And to end a PERFECT night, &lt;strong&gt;WE GOT TO MEET HIM!&lt;/strong&gt; He is soo incredibly nice and really genuine. We were only allowed one photo and just my luck, he looked down as soon as the picture was snapped. Either way... It was such a great time-As you can probably tell by my ear-to-ear grin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 497px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509487359964627890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THWhkDkyQ7I/AAAAAAAAARQ/P2sVkio65O4/s320/DSC03242.JPG" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-1124374458994921028?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/1124374458994921028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/08/concert-whore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1124374458994921028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1124374458994921028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/08/concert-whore.html' title='Concert Whore'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/THWfOqJbIuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kN-8CGz1bdc/s72-c/DSC02972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-2457713299561112046</id><published>2010-08-03T16:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:30:01.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, I always say I'm going to get better about updating and I fail miserably at it! Maybe if I don't mention it at all, I'll get better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So let's see.... I'll start with Scott. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has been in Grace for 2 months now. This year it seems like time is flying by, for me anyways. He has had so many things go wrong this time around and he was getting very frustrated. I've never heard him say he wanted to quit so many times this last than I have in my life. Things look as though they are smoothing out and one side of the road is 1/3 complete. He has been working ridiculously long hours, like 5am till sometimes 10pm. We don't see much of one another and we don't talk much either. It's even harder to throw in a weeks worth of information for one another in a 24 hour period when he comes home. He will usually roll in after 6 on Saturday and is gone by Sunday night at 6. It's really a learning experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His family also has had some pretty trying times recently as well. Last month, his dad, Danny, was rushed to the ER because he was having some kind of attack.. He was physically sick, dizzy, legs and arms were numb and so on...... After a hefty dose of Valium and a few tests, we found out he has Menear's Disease. It's a problem in the inner ear; like Vertigo on steroids basically! So we were able to get him on some meds, get his ears looked at and things seems to be heading in the right direction. It's weird that a diet can affect your ears. I guess too much caffeine, sodium and nicotine really mess with you. So, the family has been regulating sodium and caffeine. Luckily we don't need to worry about smoking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, last Friday night, Scott's aunt passed away from a massive heart attack. She was 42. It's been hard adjusting to having another funeral so soon, but the family seems to be doing surprisingly well. Again, it's times like these I am so grateful to be a member of the Church and I can pass my faith along to my in-laws that they will indeed see her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, lets see..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I have been staying pretty busy at work as well. Back to School in retail is always a joke, seriously. It's madness! This is my last week of summer school and I could not be more thrilled to say that! This semester has been brutal. Statistics is hard enough in 16 weeks, but 8 weeks... It's been nuts. Lots of long nights and staying after class! But I am doing great this time around. Apparently FOURTH time around is a charm, third time is for sissy's :] Kidding!! I haven't yet decided if I'm going to go back to school in the fall, all the classes I need are now Major Required and naturally, they are all FULL. So I plan on sitting around like a vulture waiting for spots to open up! When I'm not at school or work, I've been spending a lot of time with my friend Courtney at NOP for her Pocatello Slow Pitch Softball games. She plays on 2 different teams, and I love to just sit and watch her play and people watch. There are some characters out there... let me tell ya! :/ Her last game is tonight, and after that I don't know what I'm going to do to fill my time up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other than that, Scott and I both try to get out and enjoy the sun when we can. The weather has been so amazing, it's hard to be at work all day (Scott) and having to sit through an afternoon math class (Me), but I always find time to squeeze a little time in there :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope everyone is enjoying there summer and doing well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congrats to the few of you who have had or are having babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And my thoughts and prayers are with those who have lost loved ones. You have been in my thoughts and prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until next time (and I promise it won't be so long)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Maren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-2457713299561112046?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/2457713299561112046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/08/where-has-time-gone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/2457713299561112046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/2457713299561112046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/08/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone??'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-2316327851488219986</id><published>2010-06-01T17:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T17:07:55.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Question..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a new picture I want to put in the title, but when I do, it's HUGE. But if I do 'shrink to fit' only a little piece of the photo actually shows... Uh, what gives?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any help would be great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-2316327851488219986?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/2316327851488219986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/06/question.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/2316327851488219986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/2316327851488219986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/06/question.html' title='Question..'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-110968794305803646</id><published>2010-06-01T16:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:57:13.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't wrote on here forever! I feel a little bad leaving all my readers hanging. I know there are a few ;] So first things first...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. We hit a little bump in the road, which is about A-Typical for any normal person out there. Change isn't such a bad thing, and sometimes it is needed to get you out of a rut.. Again, something just about everyone runs into on occasion. It isn't something you rush, it's something you take your time with.. And I've got all the time in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Just because two people argue doesn't mean they don't love each other. Just because two people don't argue, doesn't mean they do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. I turned 23 on the 21st! Not gonna lie, this was REALLY hard for me. I look at myself and I think, 'well I haven't done this, this, and this.. I really should be here, but in reality I'm 15 steps behind that goal.' It was an eye opener... And I'm 2 years away from being a quarter century old. That makes me feel like crap! HAHA! So ridiculous sometimes :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Scottie turned 24 on the 26Th! He's even older than I am and it didn't faze him a bit. Men...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Scott also left for Grace the very same day he celebrated his day of birth! We thought he was going to be leaving sooner, but with the crazy weather it pushed it back. And he honestly, could not have left at a better time. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder, and that's what we are hoping for here. This is a HUGE job and a lot of the pressure of the turn out is on him. He is the youngest in the whole company and I am beyond proud of him. He has advanced in leaps and bounds, and he is a true 'Company Man'. It's hard though. Living with someone who literally talks about work in his sleep, makes you take a step back and think, "Is this really what I want?" I would rather go through a couple rough years and be happy forever, than the alternative. And that's' the truth. I am so grateful for what Jack B. Parson Co. has done for Scott. It really turned him into the person he is today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. This past weekend was Memorial Day and we were able to pay tribute to the loved ones we have lost through the years. Also, we went to the Field of Hero's. Such a somber experience. I've been a few times, and it always gives me chills. I am so grateful to my Dad (Army), both of my Grandfathers (WWII-Army/Navy), and Scott's Grandpa (D-Day-Marines) for having served our country to give us the freedom and privilege's we have today. Thanks to all the other men and women who are serving, past and presesnt. What an honor it is to salute the flag next to you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well all, I promise to be better in June. I will write more and fill you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in on Scott's progress in Grace. If I remember the camera, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will snap some photos, so you can see what it is he actually does :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-110968794305803646?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/110968794305803646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/06/may-in-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/110968794305803646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/110968794305803646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/06/may-in-review.html' title='May in Review'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-1361742197613321863</id><published>2010-05-09T12:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T12:59:38.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wouldn't be who I am today without you leading and guiding me through life.&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;You are always proud of me no matter what the outcome.&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;Thanks for always being there.&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;I LOVE YOU MOMMY&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/6611800308591930577-1361742197613321863?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/1361742197613321863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-my-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1361742197613321863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1361742197613321863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-my-mother.html' title='To My Mother'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-4867455491364339682</id><published>2010-05-04T18:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T19:02:29.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mother understands what a child does not say.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I saw this quote and wanted to share it. &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/6611800308591930577-4867455491364339682?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/4867455491364339682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/05/mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4867455491364339682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4867455491364339682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/05/mother.html' title='Mother'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-7560928371578905910</id><published>2010-04-28T15:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T15:34:00.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How does something this small, and precious....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465301633990217458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9im4TRZTvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/RbwMPUticTc/s320/TaLoN+%26+mE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turn into a little terrorizer like this??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9im4n3co1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tdWFSIso3Gk/s1600/DSC01915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465301639518528338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9im4n3co1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tdWFSIso3Gk/s320/DSC01915.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet little 'nephew' Talon, just turned &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I remember the day he was born, I was soooo excited to love on him. He was the best baby I had ever seen! He just moaned and groaned and would occasionally open his baby blue eyes to see who was holding him. He was so tiny, and had a head full of dark hair. (Totally opposite of his older brother; who was a HUGE, bald baby). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talon, at four, you are your own little independent soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You go to preschool, and attempt at making friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have a HUGE attitude, good and bad :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are a lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And very much a fighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You love baseball and soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you love to go to the pool with me and Tanner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Mayen' and Scott love you little boy. Hope your 4th birthday was a blast!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-7560928371578905910?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/7560928371578905910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7560928371578905910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7560928371578905910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9im4TRZTvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/RbwMPUticTc/s72-c/TaLoN+%26+mE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-677269165350849499</id><published>2010-04-27T08:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T15:17:47.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9idxmIf89I/AAAAAAAAAPA/mqMbOBu101k/s1600/DSC02646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465291623189443538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9idxmIf89I/AAAAAAAAAPA/mqMbOBu101k/s320/DSC02646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9idxNSN0GI/AAAAAAAAAO4/D1CBoAgslw0/s1600/DSC02587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465291616519311458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9idxNSN0GI/AAAAAAAAAO4/D1CBoAgslw0/s320/DSC02587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9idweIk08I/AAAAAAAAAOw/Mg-02eLAzGI/s1600/DSC02625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465291603862410178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9idweIk08I/AAAAAAAAAOw/Mg-02eLAzGI/s320/DSC02625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9idvpmR86I/AAAAAAAAAOo/TXENhU0OU5k/s1600/DSC02570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465291589759923106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9idvpmR86I/AAAAAAAAAOo/TXENhU0OU5k/s320/DSC02570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9iY6N2jmiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7YkE5htAIkw/s1600/DSC02527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465286273732418082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9iY6N2jmiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7YkE5htAIkw/s320/DSC02527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9iY5pWliKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qi3WdS99QYY/s1600/DSC02514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465286263934650530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9iY5pWliKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qi3WdS99QYY/s320/DSC02514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9iY4hO8Z3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2nd_kgNp8v0/s1600/DSC02498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465286244575242098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9iY4hO8Z3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2nd_kgNp8v0/s320/DSC02498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9iY4BocHKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KKDRBsPceG8/s1600/DSC02496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465286236092243106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9iY4BocHKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KKDRBsPceG8/s320/DSC02496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This post is so late, but I said I was going to post pictures from the Luke Bryan/Jason Aldean concert... And I'm just getting them off my camera and onto my computer (sooo lazy!). So here it is. Some of the pictures are blurry, that's in respect to my jam session I was in the middle of.. You know you can't just stop to take a photo in the middle of a jam session?! Haha :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't put into words how much I LOVE concerts.. As a matter of fact, I'm going to 3 more this summer: Sugarland, The Country Showdown (lots and lots of bands i.e. Eric Chruch, Little Big Town, Montgomery Gentry, Jack Ingram), And Trace Adkins! I needed something to keep me busy while Scott was away... Gezz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-677269165350849499?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/677269165350849499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/04/better-late-than-never.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/677269165350849499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/677269165350849499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/04/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S9idxmIf89I/AAAAAAAAAPA/mqMbOBu101k/s72-c/DSC02646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-350657757228524814</id><published>2010-04-24T21:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:25:34.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time again.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We found out early this week that Scott will be leaving in 2 weeks for the summer... Wow. I knew this was coming, but good grief. This came way sooner than I anticipated! It's bittersweet really. It's good he's going and getting back to work, but it's so hard being without him. Three months was rough last year, this time around- the possibility of 6 months. Me and the boys will be regulars in Grace when this is all said and done, we may even take up residency :] So he's been bookin' it to get the trailer back in 'order' for living in. A good clean, inside and outside, and refilling. It's nearly impossible to think of all the things you may possibly need in 6 months, hopefully Grace has a good store, and it helps that his Mama isn't that far away either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is just kind of a funny story that just popped into my head.... When Scott left last year, me and Diesel were having to make trips to Malta at least 3 times a week... Not because I missed Scott, but because the dog missed Scott! He wouldn't eat, he wouldn't sleep... He just paced and cried for a good month! I hope he doesn't pull this stunt again! Scott seems to think he'll take him and he can live with him over the summer, but I think the same would go if he were away from me for too long... This dog is a child, I'm not even kidding! Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, that is all the news going on around here. Hope everyone is doing well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-350657757228524814?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/350657757228524814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-that-time-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/350657757228524814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/350657757228524814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again.....'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-9047669307027823735</id><published>2010-04-17T11:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T11:26:15.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have somehow convinced myself I am going to run in the Pocatello Running the Gap Marathon in September! Any of you who know me, know that I had had less than perfect knees since... uh, birth! Haha. And also know how much I HATE running! But, I really wanted to get serious about getting back into shape, so what better way to do it than by a good run!? I have been training A LOT. And I am so impressed by what I can do, despite what I thought I couldn't do. I'm totally proving myself wrong. Thank goodness I have a willing, awesome, keep me motivated kind of partner... Diesel Dog, of course!! He loves our runs and has made great friends with the neighbor dogs :] I love being able to go to my old elementary school and use the track there on the weekend, but during the week while the kids are in school, I go to OK Ward Park. One lap around is .2 more than Chubbuck, so I get to push myself harder there and slack, just a little, on the weekends! I'm working on getting my lungs use to an intense workout (asthma) and I am about able to run for 30 minutes straight... Considering 3 weeks ago they felt as though they were going to blow up around .5 mile! I'll keep everyone posted on my progress. I'm hoping to really bump it up now the weather is getting SO NICE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope everyone is enjoying the nice weather as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Maren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-9047669307027823735?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/9047669307027823735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/04/marathon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/9047669307027823735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/9047669307027823735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/04/marathon.html' title='Marathon'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-3082302531415261709</id><published>2010-04-05T17:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:40:05.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference &amp; Easter</title><content type='html'>I love Conference. And what a blessing it was to be on Easter Sunday this year. At first I was a little bummed because I love to go to sacrament and listen to the messages on Easter. But then I thought, well what kind of messages am I going to hear if they are from the prophets?! Duh... It took me a minute. I think I've said this a few times before, but I always feel as though the leaders speak &lt;em&gt;right to me. &lt;/em&gt;The last 2 years have been so rough, losing my grandma, Scott's grandpa, my uncle Scott... the list could go on and on. I thought the talk on not letting the earthly things, get in the way of the spiritual things (I wish I could remember the Elders name). Wow. What a powerful message. I looked over to my mom, and she was crying. She knew what he was talking about. Conference is such a great way to start fresh for the next 6 months. It's like a clean slate every conference. They give us the knowledge we need, and replenish our spiritual need a few months later. When President Monson opened up about his wife, I saw a new man. A side I don't think you really see of him. It was neat to hear him talk about her. With President Hinckley, he always talked about Marjorie, always. It was a pleasant surprise. The messages this go around were powerful, as usual. But I felt a different motivation from this one. It means something, but what, I'm not sure of yet :] I am so grateful I am a member of the Church. How lucky am I to have been born a member. I loved listening to Elder Uchtdorf talk about the converts and all they went through, just to be a member of the church. You really don't realize how lucky you are to have been born in this faith. Even though all the persecution we've been through, and will continue to go through. I know the messages the Prophets give me are true, and I know this church is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Easter is a sacred day, a day of thanksgiving and divine worship,” &lt;/em&gt;President David O. McKay once said.&lt;em&gt; “It is not a day just for rejoicing because of the opening of springtime, not merely an opportunity to display beautiful hats and fine clothing—it is an occasion for the expression of gratitude to God for having sent His Only Begotten Son into the world to be ‘the way, the truth, the life.’ ”&lt;/em&gt;  I got this quote out of an Ensign from 1982. Isn't it wonderful?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope everyone had a great Easter/Conference weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-3082302531415261709?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/3082302531415261709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/04/conference-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3082302531415261709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3082302531415261709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/04/conference-easter.html' title='Conference &amp; Easter'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-6087633764132639929</id><published>2010-03-30T17:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:16:15.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Relapse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although I know I have a few readers who are &lt;em&gt;dying &lt;/em&gt;to know what's going on in our lives (said in a totally sarcastic voice) I'm sorry to report, once again, we are still lame! Haha :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did find out Scott will be leaving for work sometime in the next 6ish weeks. He's only been home for 4 months and I don't feel fully ready for him to up and leave again, even longer this time. I'm lucky this time around because he'll only be an hour away, instead of 2 like last year. Trying to focus on the positive! Haha. He recently got a promotion and is now a full time "Hot Plant Foreman". He has busted his butt to get to this point; put in loooong hours, and literal blood, sweat, and tears (usually from me). I'm so lucky he is such a hard worker. He loves his job and his company. I'm so blessed he has such a great, secure job in this struggling economy. I will admit there are times when I HATE this position, he's gone all the time, and works strangely long hours. But I realize he is working for &lt;em&gt;US &lt;/em&gt;not just him anymore. He's such a good guy, and I ocunt my blessings daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for me... Well, I'm still working and keeping busy with that. A few weeks ago, I had a strange feeling to get onto the ISU web site and search my major. Without thinking I did, and I stumbled upon something miraculous!! They changed the requirements, for the BETTER!!! ISU decided to remove the 6 classes they added 3 days before I went to offically apply!! I was so happy, and relieved, I cried! So with that being said, I jumped onto the registration page and signed up for summer school. It will be a fully online class, and I couldn't be happier! It made me realize the power of unanswered prayers. The worst of things can happen, for no particular reason, and witout a second thought, the best things can happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty much, that sums up what has been going on. We did go to the Jason Aldean concert, so I will have to add a few pictures from that. We had a blast, we LOVE Jason! And Luke Bryan was good too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-6087633764132639929?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/6087633764132639929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/03/relapse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/6087633764132639929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/6087633764132639929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/03/relapse.html' title='Relapse'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-7893062398597716148</id><published>2010-03-11T14:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:56:53.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S5lmoRSUmxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Yp03JZc0AuU/s1600-h/1440x900_Blue_Sky_Flowers_HM014_350A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447498066302376722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S5lmoRSUmxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Yp03JZc0AuU/s320/1440x900_Blue_Sky_Flowers_HM014_350A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Is that you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-7893062398597716148?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/7893062398597716148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7893062398597716148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7893062398597716148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring.html' title='Spring............'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S5lmoRSUmxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Yp03JZc0AuU/s72-c/1440x900_Blue_Sky_Flowers_HM014_350A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-5887661260327633558</id><published>2010-02-28T22:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:24:55.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics and Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really enjoy watching the Olympics... for the first few DAYS! But after 15, I'm ready for normalcy! Haha. And I'm really bummed the US didn't beat Canada for the gold medal. That would have been the icing on the cake... And I don't even like/watch hockey! But whatever! I, well everyone who watched this year, saw some really amazing events happen. I remember when the winter Olympics were in Salt Lake City. My mom took me and my cousin down and was amazing! The energy was almost too much to handle. And standing in linefor 13 hours, yes folks 13 looong hours, at ROOTS for a stupid hat. Well, that was just stupid! HAHA. Live and learn, correct? But I'm not gonna lie, I think I would stand in line for those cute little gloves with the maple leaf on them and the cap with the moose!! Awww, I do love winter Olympic wardrobe! Anyways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a safe trip to and from California. It was a hard couple of days. But we made it. On our way to Vegas from Salt Lake, we were 5 minutes or so from landing and the captain comes on and says President Obama is leaving the LV airport and no planes can come in or out, can't get in his airspace (???) and we would have to circle Las Vegas for 30 minutes... Uh, not cool. I'm not a huge fan of Mr. Obama and this little event did not add points for him. Neither did the fact I almost puked AND missed my connecting flight... Tender, right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So other than that, everything went well. My mom had to give a little talk on her brother and I thought she did very well. As I sat and listen to hear tell stories about Scott, I wondered what it would be like to have stories like that to share. As all of you know, I am an only. So there will never be stories about my brother poking me from the backseat of the car, or going ice skating together. My mom has gone through a lot in the last 2 years; losing her mother, her job, breaking her wrist, and now burying her brother... Her strength amazes me. I really got lucky when I was chosen for her. If I am half the women she is, I'll be in a pretty good spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was just a quick catch up on what's been going on around these parts. Not much of anything really. Trying to get back to normal life, if there is such a thing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-5887661260327633558?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/5887661260327633558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/olympics-and-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/5887661260327633558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/5887661260327633558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/olympics-and-catch-up.html' title='Olympics and Catch Up'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-1352466306105517740</id><published>2010-02-15T19:59:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:10:25.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tough Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've often asked myself, when will it really be worth it? There are so many things in this world I wish I could understand. Life and death, just death really, is something even at (almost) 23 I struggle with. I don't really know how to post this post into words, and it will probably come out a rambling mess... So be prepared.My uncle Scott, my moms brother, was diagnosed with Stage 4 liver cancer at the beginning of the year. Scott has always lived in California and he was always traveling. It wasn't very often I got to see him, but for some reason, I always connected with him more than my moms other brother and two sisters. He is my favorite. And now, at a ripe age of 56, he's dying. He is the same age as my Grandpa Nielsen when he died, from liver cancer. In April it will be 2 years my Grandma Nielsen died, from liver cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When is this worth it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We made a trip to Simi Valley 2 weeks ago so we could see him, more than likely for the last time. It was goodbye. When we got to the hospital I worked myself up for what he would look like. Cancer does tremendous things to the body, so I knew it wasn't really going to be Scott sitting there, it would be the cancer. He was almost unrecognizable. He was skinny, and pale, and gray haired. I wanted to cry, but I didn't want to upset him. So we talked football (He LOVES Brett Farve, and is a purple cheese head for life-Vikings/Packers) and about school and work. It sounds like him, but its not him. When I was getting ready to leave his room, his frail arms lifted up to give me a hug and he told me he loved me and 'to be good'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When is this worth it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we left Sunday, he was getting his first dose of chemo. He was nervous, and visibly upset. Rightfully so. I'm sure it was a toss up between the treatment and the possibility he may never see his family again. He was given the possibility of 3 months. But the Oncologist also told us there is almost no normal liver cells, its all cancer. My mom takes a deep breath every time her phone rings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is this worth it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 11Th, my mom and I were talking about a phone call one of the sisters had gotten from the hospital. The social worker wanted to tell us Scott more that likely wouldn't make it through the night. I sat, in disbelief and thought maybe it was a false alarm. Not 2 minutes later, the telephone rang. (Deep breathes) The social worker was right, he didn't make it through the night. On Feb. 11, 2010 my favorite uncle Scott, passed away from liver cancer around 8pm MST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is this worth it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We'll be leaving this Thursday to go back to California to say our final goodbye. He is being laid to rest in the most amazing, peaceful cemetery I've ever been too. It's in Camarillo and its outlined in palms and tropical looking flowers. It's away from the busy California lifestyle, it's quiet and serene. It's a nice place to be. I just wish it were in Idaho.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss him already. My mom misses him already. So to ask the question again, &lt;em&gt;when is this suppose to be worth it?&lt;/em&gt; Cancer is so hard to deal with, those of you who haven't dealt with it, I hope you never have to. It pops up so much in my family, you think it would get easier.. But that's a lie. I think it gets harder. It's miserable. It's a life ruiner. I do know Scott is in no pain. He's happy, and he's safe. He's with God, and if God likes football, I'm sure they're discussing whether or not Brett will come back with the Vikings next year :] I am so lucky I am a member of the LDS church. Times like these makes me grateful that I have the knowledge that we will meet again. But it's still hard. &lt;em&gt;Why do the good die young?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Uncle Scott.... I'll always love Manning, I'll never like 'The Pack'. I promise I'll make it through school, I promise to be good, and I promise to take care of my Mom. There is no 'trying,' it's just 'doing'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until we meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-1352466306105517740?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/1352466306105517740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/tough-stuff_15.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1352466306105517740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1352466306105517740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/tough-stuff_15.html' title='The Tough Stuff'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-5648692658483572173</id><published>2010-02-15T15:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:44:33.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Scott:</title><content type='html'>Happy (late) Valentine's Sweetie. This is the one day of the whole year, besides your birthday, that I can tell you how much I love you. You are my best friend in this entire world. You make me giggle when you tell 'funny' jokes, you make me smile when you sing a little (a lot) off key, you make me cry when you do sweet, totally random, nice things for me. I could go on and on about why I love you, but mostly, you already know. You are the light at the end of the tunnel when I feel like there is zero hope, you are the becon I need when I go a little off path, and most importantly, you are the loving arms I need when I just can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scott, how I ever wound up with you is totally beyond me. Out of all the girls in this world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you picked me to give all your love too.... How lucky am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, Maren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438603976414783634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S3nNgGg66JI/AAAAAAAAANw/hkuydtYDj10/s320/DSC00744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-5648692658483572173?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/5648692658483572173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-scott.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/5648692658483572173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/5648692658483572173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-scott.html' title='To Scott:'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S3nNgGg66JI/AAAAAAAAANw/hkuydtYDj10/s72-c/DSC00744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-1616009605076510707</id><published>2010-02-07T08:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T08:29:25.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colts V. Saints</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S27b_35Od4I/AAAAAAAAANg/so_qLwnndpE/s1600-h/DSC02423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435523690664982402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S27b_35Od4I/AAAAAAAAANg/so_qLwnndpE/s320/DSC02423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No shocker here, this clan cheers for the Colts!&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/6611800308591930577-1616009605076510707?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/1616009605076510707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/colts-v-saints.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1616009605076510707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1616009605076510707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/colts-v-saints.html' title='Colts V. Saints'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/S27b_35Od4I/AAAAAAAAANg/so_qLwnndpE/s72-c/DSC02423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-5976700362695886643</id><published>2010-01-18T15:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:47:38.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole Lotta Nothin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing new is going on around our house! And I mean nothing! Haha, it seems nice for a change actually. It was WAY weird not getting ready for 'back to school' and even weirder about how relieved I am that I'm not there. I feel for my friends who are in school and already know it's going to be one of &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; semesters! I feel your pain, friends! I thought I would just do a quick post since January is half gone... Good knight, where does the time go?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope all is well with every one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-5976700362695886643?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/5976700362695886643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/whole-lotta-nothin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/5976700362695886643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/5976700362695886643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/whole-lotta-nothin.html' title='A Whole Lotta Nothin&apos;'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-3955010692798181511</id><published>2009-12-31T16:53:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:39:48.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Time's A Charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz1BiQKz4UI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GCFtNxi34iA/s1600-h/DSC02389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421561583135613250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz1BiQKz4UI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GCFtNxi34iA/s200/DSC02389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz1Bh4NZnaI/AAAAAAAAANI/826E-0Ib8L4/s1600-h/DSC02391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421561576704023970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz1Bh4NZnaI/AAAAAAAAANI/826E-0Ib8L4/s200/DSC02391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz1BhUYV3MI/AAAAAAAAANA/5iBnEcw8fI0/s1600-h/DSC02341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421561567086238914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz1BhUYV3MI/AAAAAAAAANA/5iBnEcw8fI0/s200/DSC02341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz1BhN_WnOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vVEAjLFPum8/s1600-h/DSC02309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421561565370817762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz1BhN_WnOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vVEAjLFPum8/s200/DSC02309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz09cTIPhxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2qreTHZzERg/s1600-h/DSC02299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421557082804422418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz09cTIPhxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2qreTHZzERg/s200/DSC02299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz08YqmLiQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xQQ6PE9ZGWQ/s1600-h/DSC02318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421555920872900866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz08YqmLiQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xQQ6PE9ZGWQ/s200/DSC02318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz08YHVQyHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xtawzpMQ8Lk/s1600-h/DSC02349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421555911406700658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz08YHVQyHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xtawzpMQ8Lk/s200/DSC02349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421555898545047298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz08XXazhwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WiNfa0lkrZg/s200/DSC02368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz08X5HoqeI/AAAAAAAAAMY/tGpMQENYJHc/s1600-h/DSC02412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421555907591449058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz08X5HoqeI/AAAAAAAAAMY/tGpMQENYJHc/s200/DSC02412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz08W0GE-RI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4fObbyOEuOY/s1600-h/DSC02311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421555889062869266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz08W0GE-RI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4fObbyOEuOY/s200/DSC02311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a couple pictures from Christmas Eve and Christmas Day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the order is screwed up. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/6611800308591930577-3955010692798181511?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/3955010692798181511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/third-times-charm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3955010692798181511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3955010692798181511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/third-times-charm.html' title='Third Time&apos;s A Charm'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sz1BiQKz4UI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GCFtNxi34iA/s72-c/DSC02389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-7141660373971190247</id><published>2009-12-31T12:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:13:07.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blonde Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just had a thought...... I totally didn't post anything about our CHRISTMAS!! Good grief... I'm going nuts, I swear!! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, our Christmas was fabulous! We had Christmas Eve with my parents, and Scott's family at our house. Scott cooked an amazing prime rib and we just hung out and visited. It was so nice! It was cut alittle short because my Dad had to go to work (damn law enforcement!), but the Nelson's stuck around awhile and we laughed and giggled and really just had a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas Morning we woke up kinda early, like 7ish I think, and tore into our gifts! We made out.. We always do, and every year we always say 'next year, lets go a little less okay.' Never happens! Haha. I got jewlery, not what you are thinking, a great necklace! And my folks got me an Ipod. I feel like a caveman, I can't believe I didn't get one of these babies sooner! I LOVE IT! It's bright orange and it makes me happy! HA! We packed up our goods and were outta the house by 10am. My mom was heading to her sistes in Twin, and Scott, I and the boys were heading to McCammon to open gifts with the Nelson's. Gezz, we made a haul there too, that includes the little boy dogs! They are so generous to me! I love them, they really are great, I lucked out to get such a good pair of in-laws! We spent the rest of the day there and had Christmas dinner there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was really hoping to wake up to a white Christmas, there is nothing more I l ove than a fresh snow on Christmas morning. Although I didn't get the snow, I got everything I wanted a more. A happy, healthy family and more memories than I can count using my fingers and toes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I can figure out how to get pictures up with my dang new camera, I'll do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of, does anyone have a Sony D128 (or something of that sort) and use Picasa?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot for the life of me get my camera to go into install mode and upload them to the program, and it's killing me slowly, I'm sure of it! I have like 4+ months of photos to share for heck sakes! Let me know if you have any suggestions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas was great at our households, and from what I've read, it looks like everyone else had just as magical of Christmas as us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-7141660373971190247?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/7141660373971190247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/blonde-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7141660373971190247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7141660373971190247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/blonde-moment.html' title='A Blonde Moment'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-45523466510431482</id><published>2009-12-31T11:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:53:49.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems strange to think back a DECADE ago... I mean seriously, 10 years has flown by. Some things good, and some things bad... Lets see how good my memory is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000- Spent at the Mini Dome, freaking out about the Y2K bug and the end of the world. I was in Jr high... Bla.... Best of all, I met Scott in Oct.&lt;br /&gt;2001- My Mom and Dad announced they were getting a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;2002- A new life begins with just my Mom, and getting shuffled back and forth between here and American Falls. A very tough time for me.&lt;br /&gt;2003- My first year at Highland High School! Looking forward to school dances and a DRIVERS LICENSE!&lt;br /&gt;2004- Our best friend, Tyson, got killed by a drunk driver...... Again, a horrible time in both out lives. Made Scott and I re-think what path we wanted to take in life and who we wanted in our life. This event made me who I am today. I am forever grateful for Tyson, and I miss him everyday. Scott graduates HS and turns 18 on the same day!&lt;br /&gt;2005- A Senior... Wow... In June, I will be out of high school for 5 years. Sickening! Haha. This was the year Scott and I decided we couldn't live without each other. Again, wow. Best decision ever.&lt;br /&gt;2006- College life. Not nearly as 'cool' as I expected! Haha :] Long nights and even longer days. Scott and I go through our first big trial, his Grandma passes away unexpectedly. We miss Grandma Betty lots. Scott turns 21!&lt;br /&gt;2007- Scott's gets promoted to Hot Plant Foreman. He loves his job, and will be a lifer! I turn 21... And we head to Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;2008- Diesel is born! Yay! We try our hand at 'parenting' (if we can keep a dog alive, I think we'll be good with kids too). Worst of all, we have 2 grandparents pass away within a day of each other. April 2 and April 3 was the worst thing Scott and I have had to deal with. There was anger, sadness, confusion, and a lot of tears between the two of us. We miss Grandma Hazel and Pa like crazy. To go through the holidays without them, well it hurts. We have a huge void in our life without them. We love them both, I know Scott is the man he is today bc of Pa. And I know, with help from Grams, I will graduate college, and I will help other families who have cancer stricken loved ones deal with this killer. Cancer Society, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- As this year comes to a close, I think back about all that has happened. Scott and I are at 'that' place.. We are ready to move ahead with our life and make that big decision. We have had good things happen, a new pup.. And a few rough patches, Scott working outta town 3 months and mom getting laid off.  All in All, 2009 was a pretty good year. I learned new things this year I never anticipated I would, and I am grateful. I'm grateful for new friends and appreciate those friends who want to take a different path as Scott and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In 2010 (so crazy to say) I want to make a resolution, not your typical 'shed some pounds and get in shape' but a real goal, something I should be able to accomplish and hold on to. I want to work on myself, I want to be a better women and prepare to become a wife (no, this is not an announcement :]). I want to work on my patience and my acceptance of others. So there, I made it public, now I have to stick to it, right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy New Year Everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's pray for an economic recovery and a little more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happiness in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be Safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-45523466510431482?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/45523466510431482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/45523466510431482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/45523466510431482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-1562038280708616716</id><published>2009-12-24T10:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:06:29.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- Norman Vincent Peale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take time this Christmas season to remember the blessing you recieve from Christ the Redeemer. I know with all my heart He guides me through life and knows what is best for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His love makes me want to be a better person, a better saint, and a better women. I know He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sends his messages through the Prophets to help spread the teachings of Christ. I know their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;word, is the word of God. What a comfort it is to know that these men, listen to the Saviors word. I know the LDS chruch is true, and I am beyond grateful to be a part of it always, especially around this Christmas season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To a healthy and prosperous 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Maren, Scott, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the boy dogs :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-1562038280708616716?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/1562038280708616716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1562038280708616716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1562038280708616716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-4290569559034251176</id><published>2009-12-22T10:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:04:37.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something For All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The Best Way To Spread Christmas Cheer Is Singing Loud For All To Hear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Buddy the Elf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I figured as a way to kind of get ready for Christmas, I would post a Christmas quote to get myself, and possibly you, ready for the true meaning of Christmas. It's easy to get caught up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the buying and wrapping of gifts, making goodies, putting up lights, and basically running around like a chicken with your head cut off kind of mood. I know I've caught myself in that mind frame more than once...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope the quotes help you as much as it has me :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(almost)&lt;/span&gt; Christmas everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-4290569559034251176?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/4290569559034251176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-for-all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4290569559034251176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4290569559034251176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-for-all.html' title='Something For All'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-231243618305021086</id><published>2009-12-21T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:32:22.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Gift</title><content type='html'>"We all enjoy giving and receiving presents. But there is a difference between presents and gifts. The true gifts may be part of ourselves--giving of the riches of the heart and mind--and therefore more enduring and of far greater worth than presents bought at the store."&lt;br /&gt;James E. Faust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-231243618305021086?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/231243618305021086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/231243618305021086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/231243618305021086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-gift.html' title='The Christmas Gift'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-1337465178048688392</id><published>2009-12-19T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:07:56.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reminder</title><content type='html'>"Christmas means 'giving,' and the gift without the giver is bare. Give of yourselves; give of your substance; give of your heart and mind. "Christmas means 'compassion and love' and, most of all 'forgiveness' How poor indeed would be our lives without the influence of His teachings and His matchless example. "He whose birth we commemorate this season is more than the symbol of a holiday. He is the Son of God, the Redeemer of mankind, the King of Kings, the Prince of Peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pres. Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-1337465178048688392?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/1337465178048688392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/reminder.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1337465178048688392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1337465178048688392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/reminder.html' title='A Reminder'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-307648977519603778</id><published>2009-12-17T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:20:04.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Christmas Spirit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Born in a stable, cradled in a manger, He came forth from heaven to live on earth as mortal man and to establish the kingdom of God. During His earthly ministry, He taught men the higher law. His glorious gospel reshaped the thinking of the world. He blessed the sick. He caused the lame to walk, the blind to see, the deaf to hear. He even raised the dead to life. To us He has said, 'Come, follow me.'"As we seek Christ, as we find Him, as we follow Him, we shall have the Christmas spirit, not for one fleeting day each year, but as a companion always. We shall learn to forget ourselves. We shall turn our thoughts to the greater benefit of others"&lt;br /&gt;(Pres. Thomas S. Monson)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-307648977519603778?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/307648977519603778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/starting-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/307648977519603778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/307648977519603778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/starting-today.html' title='Starting Today'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-1282309961416254419</id><published>2009-12-12T13:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:04:10.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SyQFNdJZTsI/AAAAAAAAALo/mWc-tzanik0/s1600-h/Scrooge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414458380726652610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SyQFNdJZTsI/AAAAAAAAALo/mWc-tzanik0/s200/Scrooge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am having the worst time this year getting into 'Christmas mode.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have hardly shopped for gifts, just got the tree up, and have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zero lights on the outside of our house. We have never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not had lights on the house!! This year has been a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crazy one, and I think that has something to do with my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;downer attitude.. Pretty much everyone in the house has a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;downer holiday mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Wednesday, my mother was laid off from AMI (ON) after 32 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has worked there over half her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Merry Christmas, oh and by the way, we're laying you off today"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That isn't exactly how it worked out, but it's probably the way it felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't realize how bad the economy is until it actually affects you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm hoping for the best for my Mom. And I'm praying something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will work out for her. She deserves the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a brighter note, Tyler is back in Pocatello! He is living at the Pocatello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Care and Rehabilitation Center to work on strength and eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is on a strict diet to help with the healing of his kidney and pancrease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kid can eat very LITTLE and seems to be adjusting well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is in the best of spirits and so is Hilairy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a Christmas miracle that he is alive and finally on the mends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm hoping as soon as both jobs slow down (yeah right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I can get some Christmas shopping started, my mood will perk up :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Shopping everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-1282309961416254419?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/1282309961416254419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1282309961416254419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1282309961416254419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='Christmas Spirit'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SyQFNdJZTsI/AAAAAAAAALo/mWc-tzanik0/s72-c/Scrooge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-5625302916866843476</id><published>2009-12-03T11:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:15:17.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Grief.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My family had an amazing Thanksgiving, it was my folks, me and Scott. It was laid back and simple, full of good laughs and good food. My dad spent the day with us because he had to work that afternoon, so we had an early dinner. But it was nice to get everything taken care of and then just be together. We watched a little football and took a big, much needed nap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mom and I are part of the CraZiES who get up at 4am and go shoppping the day after Thanksgiving! We make it our little tradition every year, I've been going with her since I was 12. I can't wait till I  have kids and they want the MUST-HAVE toys. I'll be the lady throwing elbows and diving on people to get what my kid wants.... Okay, that may be a little over top, but...... We'll just have to see! :] I had to work later that day at TJs and suprisingly, it wasn't as wild and crazy as I expected it! Thank goodness! I do have to share a funny experience from the day though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Man customers: Excuse me miss, have you sold out of all your Black Friday specials?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Well sir, we don't really have anything specific marked down just for Black Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Man: Oh, really? No killer deals??  (Perplexed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Well sir, everyday is like Black Friday at TJ Maxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know if I am the only one who is TOTALLY amused by this, but I think it is so funny! I seriously couldn't think of anything else to say to the guy, I mean TJs has their crap marked down 60%.. What the heck else do you want?! I could not stop laughing, for days I swear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been nursing the WORST flu bug ever this week. I thought for sure I had the pig flu, my body aches were the worst I've ever had in my entire life. And that's the truth. My fever ran over 100* for 3 days. I just wanted to die! Luckily, I am on the mends and should make a full recovery! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And on that note, it is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;.... What the heck?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-5625302916866843476?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/5625302916866843476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-grief.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/5625302916866843476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/5625302916866843476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-grief.html' title='Good Grief.....'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-1870837899881415091</id><published>2009-11-25T15:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:14:16.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks and Giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Since I will be slaving away in the kitchen tomorrow, I figured I'd better write my Thanksgiving post today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The laughs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Football&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..and the food :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But most importantly, I love the reason behind the holiday. Too often we get wrapped up in the world and don't stop and think about what we are really thankful for. It's too bad there is only one holiday to celebrate God's great gifts (other than Christmas, of course).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year has particularly been one I've thought long and hard about all the blessings I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive and why. I look at all the good and positive in my life and wonder if there has been some kind of mistake. The life I have should belong to a better believer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm thankful  because I have been given much, whether I think I deserve it or not. God works in mysterious ways, and His blessings are life changing. He knows why He does the things He does. My goal this year is to do more thanking, and more giving. Not just once a year, but everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy this day of gluttony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know I will&lt;/span&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/6611800308591930577-1870837899881415091?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/1870837899881415091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-and-giving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1870837899881415091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1870837899881415091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-and-giving.html' title='Thanks and Giving'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-3489126938840671795</id><published>2009-11-23T15:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:22:04.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Five Years.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;............... I still learn new things about you daily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You still make me giggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're still my &lt;strong&gt;Best Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You still put up with my whinning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my hard head, and my stubborness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You still sing to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You still wanna hold my hand, tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in public, in the car, on the couch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You still open the car door for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Grandma's &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; think the world revolves around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;You STILL love me like you did from day one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy 5 Year Anniversary Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, Maren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-3489126938840671795?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/3489126938840671795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-five-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3489126938840671795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3489126938840671795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-five-years.html' title='In Five Years.....'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-8766114930681290552</id><published>2009-11-09T16:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:15:15.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Tyler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SvitK-ckguI/AAAAAAAAALg/EZDPwP9MZpE/s1600-h/DSC02020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402258157104038626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SvitK-ckguI/AAAAAAAAALg/EZDPwP9MZpE/s320/DSC02020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This is Hil and Tyler on their wedding day- Aug. 22, 2009)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like I'm beginning to sound like a broken record.. But yet again, there will be another benefit for a friend on mine. As mentioned below, my best friend's husband was involved in a really serious wreck 3 weeks ago. As of today, he is still in the ICU in critical condition at the University Hospital in UT. He is on continuous dialysis because his kidney still won't function on its own, has had a bacterial infection, and pneumonia. He is still hooked up to a breathing tube and is still fully sedated. Since they had to remove the 2 main insulin producers in his body (half of his spleen and his pancreas), Tyler will more than likely be a full diabetic the rest of his life as well. The prognosis is good, but slow to show any major changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow - Tuesday, November 10 there will be a benefit dinner and auction from 6pm-9pm for Hilairy and Tyler at the Royal Hotel in Lava Hot Springs, where Hilairy works. It is 10$ a plate and everything raised will help with Tyler's mounting ICU bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come if you are able.&lt;br /&gt;And as a perk, the Royal has freakin&lt;br /&gt;amazing pizza :]&lt;br /&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/6611800308591930577-8766114930681290552?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/8766114930681290552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-tyler.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/8766114930681290552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/8766114930681290552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-tyler.html' title='For Tyler'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SvitK-ckguI/AAAAAAAAALg/EZDPwP9MZpE/s72-c/DSC02020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-7574761948039271108</id><published>2009-11-03T11:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:36:27.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Month Of November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw this "Give Thanks" on my friend Stephanie's blog and thought it would be a fun thing to do...! I grabbed the button from South Breeze Farm and copied it to my sidebar where I will write something I am thankful for each day of the month. I am 3 days behind, but added them all at once..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;November, particularly Thanksgiving Day, is a month we really sit and think what we are the most thankful for. This gives an opportunity to really look at all our blessings and focus on what is important as we go through the hustle and bustle of life. A little reminder helps us put into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt; all that we have been given!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it's your turn to "Give Thanks"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-7574761948039271108?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/7574761948039271108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/11/month-of-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7574761948039271108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7574761948039271108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/11/month-of-november.html' title='The Month Of November'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-4971666752697025569</id><published>2009-10-19T10:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:33:16.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Rough News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Friday night, my BFF Hilairy's husband Tyler (the wedding I just did the planning for) got in a major wreck around Freedom, WY. He and his friend were out hunting, when the friend missed a turn and the vehicle they were in rolled. Tyler was ejected out of the truck.  He was Life Flighted to the University of Utah in critical condition. He had to have his left kidney, his spleen and half of his pancrease removed, his neck is fractured and he will have to have facial surgery to repair the damage. As of last night, his right kidney is not working properly and they are doing their best to try and make it strong. He has been fully sedated to check for more internal bleeding/injuries and to make sure there is no spinal cord damage. This is not the way to spend your 'newlywed stage' of marriage. She is a full time student at ISU and is worried she will have to withdrawl from this semester to stay at her husbands side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please keep Hilairy and Tyler in your prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Best of luck to you both. We love you lots!&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/6611800308591930577-4971666752697025569?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/4971666752697025569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-rough-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4971666752697025569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4971666752697025569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-rough-news.html' title='More Rough News'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-3195901820521788217</id><published>2009-10-17T11:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:11:55.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I totally stole this post from my friend Amanda :] I thought it looked fun, and I needed something to blog about, so why not myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A to Z - All About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Addiction: Purses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Breakfast: Scrambled eggs, bacon or one of Scott's waffles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Chocolate or Chips: Usually chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Dessert or Appetizers: Appetizers, LOVE LOVE chips and salsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Essential Items: Blackberry, Debit Card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: Favorite Color: Black to wear. and my fav color in general... uh, green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms: Bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: Hometown: Pocatello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Indulgence: Shoot.... probably uh, coconut M&amp;amp;Ms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: January or July: Both! I love the winter, and I love July nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Kids: Probably never the way we are going....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Life isn't complete without: Faith, Friends, and most importantly Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Most exciting memory: When Scott said we could get Diesel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Number of Brothers and Sisters: Zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: Oranges or Apples: Apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Phobias or Fears: Never getting married, failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Quote: "There is never a crowd on the extra mile." -Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Reading: Hate it-blame it on hours and hours of textbook reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Summer or Spring: Spring, love the flowers and colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: Toughest Day: April 2, 2008, the day I lost my Grandma Hazel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U: Unknown Fact About Me: I am boarderline OCD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V: Vacation I want to go on: Close: Mnt. Rushmore.. Far away: Bora Bora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: Walking or Running: Walk. My knees gave out on running long, long looong ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: X-Ray or Ultrasound: Had both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Your favorite food: Chicken, any kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: Zoo or Bowling: Bowling. I love to bowl, I suck at it, but its so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now it is YOUR turn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-3195901820521788217?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/3195901820521788217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3195901820521788217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3195901820521788217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-3840598463383558128</id><published>2009-10-16T11:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:21:33.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Skyelar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sti4aWF7hMI/AAAAAAAAALY/YILozxAD4pM/s1600-h/7422_1153579273738_1055364981_30448045_8193364_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393263316522730690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sti4aWF7hMI/AAAAAAAAALY/YILozxAD4pM/s320/7422_1153579273738_1055364981_30448045_8193364_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week my friend, Britney Edmonds, had her 7 month old daughter, Skye, diagnosed with cancer. She has already had one operation, with many more to come. She will also start chemotherapy next week at Primary Children's Hospital in SLC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To help with the cost and travel, Britney's friends and family have put&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;together a fund-raiser; a dinner, silent auction, and raffle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will be held on Friday, November 6th at the Inkom Elementary School.It begins with food being served at 6:30-8:30 and the raffle and auction will run until 8:30 that evening as well, prizes will be awarded that night at 9pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; There will be games for the children, The Dance Factory will be performing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and there will be a few singing/musical numbers too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are accepting any kind of donation the public is willing to give to help out this sweet little girl and her family. If you would be interested in helping in any way, please let me know. My number is 547-7270. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep Skyelar in your prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6611800308591930577-3840598463383558128?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/3840598463383558128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-skyelar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3840598463383558128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3840598463383558128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-skyelar.html' title='For Skyelar'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sti4aWF7hMI/AAAAAAAAALY/YILozxAD4pM/s72-c/7422_1153579273738_1055364981_30448045_8193364_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-3612400679887023160</id><published>2009-10-10T13:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:00:42.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mommy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was my Mommy's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am blessed beyond measure to have a mom like her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is the most amzing women I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She always keeps the most positive attitude in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crappiest of situations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is a free spirit and an inspiration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have always had a great relationship, always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even when I was a stupid teenager, her love for me never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decreased (even though it probably should have)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She would drop anything in a blink to be there for me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she never missed a dance recital, dance pictures, soccer game, choir events,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;piano recital, high school dance... Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom, God is watching you and he knows what an amazing, strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;women you are. You will be blessed for eternity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only thing better than calling you my mother is waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for my kids to call you 'Grandma'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happiest of Birthdays to you Mom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391063464385454562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/StDnqGRIIeI/AAAAAAAAALA/rohOhQnRAcU/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-3612400679887023160?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/3612400679887023160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3612400679887023160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3612400679887023160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-mother.html' title='Happy Birthday Mommy!'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/StDnqGRIIeI/AAAAAAAAALA/rohOhQnRAcU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-8995009138025807414</id><published>2009-10-10T13:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:50:12.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right after my BFF's wedding, my camera took a total dive on me and I had to send it in for warranty work. That was in Aug. so after 10 days I still hadn't recieved my camera back and called the company to see what the issue was. And the lady I spoke to said it was fixed and sitting in shipping still... She had no idea why it had not been sent out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I waited a week, still no camera and I called again, and again, and again....... Finally, over a month later, I got ahold of someone who had an answer for me, just to find out they had &lt;em&gt;LOST &lt;/em&gt;my camera somewhere in their own shipping deptartment. I was irrate! This is a professional camera repair company! REALLY??!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, because I was so mad and it took them forever to stop beating around the bush, they upgraded me "for my troubles". HA, I need a lot more than an upgrade thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That being said I'm pleased to announce I can finally post some pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just need to take some first, and figure out how to use this new gadget.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upcoming Events&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom's Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Logan Canyon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tanner's 7th Birthday (tear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HaLLoWeeN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Holidays (cheer!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-8995009138025807414?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/8995009138025807414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-about-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/8995009138025807414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/8995009138025807414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time!'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-4642930757648091916</id><published>2009-10-03T13:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:17:39.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SsegPqALoYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vI-q5DHpZF4/s1600-h/140761224_497847db2f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388451670005621122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SsegPqALoYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vI-q5DHpZF4/s320/140761224_497847db2f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I love Conference weekend. It's such a blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;to be able to listen to the Prophet's twice a year as they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;lead and guide us till the next time we meet. As I sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and listen, it never fails that I have the feeling &lt;em&gt;they are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;talking directly to ME.&lt;/em&gt; I know with all my heart those men are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;true voices of Christ. They were put on this Earth to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;direct us till we meet our Father again. I'm so thankful I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;was brought up in the LDS church-if not for my faith, I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;know where this world would have taken me. And I am lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;enough to have found a man who is also firm in faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;We struggle, we all do, but we know where we want to be when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;our time on Earth is through, and it's together. &lt;em&gt;For eternity&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Everyone enjoy Conference weekend and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;blessings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;those talk give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-4642930757648091916?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/4642930757648091916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-conference-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4642930757648091916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4642930757648091916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-conference-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SsegPqALoYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vI-q5DHpZF4/s72-c/140761224_497847db2f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-7159935415264612552</id><published>2009-09-22T17:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:32:42.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Really...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't really have anything remarkable to post about,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just the fact that Scott left for work yesterday and it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is kind of a bummer, okay, a huge bummer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He will more than likely be gone till the snow comes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so 2ish months I would believe. Did I mention what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a bummer this whole situation is?? It's not too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;far that I can't load up the dogs and go for a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;little drive, but the fact he doesn't come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;home at nights, well its sad :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awww, the life as a 'wife' of a construction worker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other than that... This household is just gearing up for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FaLL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and all the little goodies that go with; the corn stocks, pumpkins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and gourds, &lt;/span&gt;the smell of cinnamon pouring through my house the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next 3 1/2 months, and Halloween, which is in my top 5 of fav &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;holidays! I need to dig in my closet for the sweaters and long sleeves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause brrrr it was a chilly morning! But the afternoons.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfect&lt;/em&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/6611800308591930577-7159935415264612552?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/7159935415264612552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-really.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7159935415264612552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7159935415264612552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-really.html' title='Nothing Really...'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-556746616002434508</id><published>2009-09-10T10:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:16:56.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Cub River Photos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sqkx37rHpnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/z_kDyR4T6Dc/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379886066851882610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sqkx37rHpnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/z_kDyR4T6Dc/s320/DSC00624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sqkx3Vy0j8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/-45mMtEB5Wo/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379886056683638722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sqkx3Vy0j8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/-45mMtEB5Wo/s320/DSC00603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sqkx2xJ5VqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xIcw8_dqOVU/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379886046848308898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sqkx2xJ5VqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xIcw8_dqOVU/s320/DSC00560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sqkx2P8N4kI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/l-bbfIWx-iw/s1600-h/DSC00547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379886037932565058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sqkx2P8N4kI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/l-bbfIWx-iw/s320/DSC00547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sqkx1uH3sMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/AWXj-9Rrojg/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379886028854636738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sqkx1uH3sMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/AWXj-9Rrojg/s320/DSC00546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;These are in no particular order :]&lt;/span&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/6611800308591930577-556746616002434508?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/556746616002434508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-cub-river-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/556746616002434508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/556746616002434508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-cub-river-photos.html' title='More Cub River Photos....'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sqkx37rHpnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/z_kDyR4T6Dc/s72-c/DSC00624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-1142922634335787636</id><published>2009-09-08T11:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:46:41.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cub River</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I needed to make two seperate posts!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend we had the opportunity to take the 5th wheel and enjoy the long weekend! We went to a place outside of Preston called Cub River, it's way way up in the mountains. We left Friday night and didn't get back till yesterday. We went with Scott's mom, dad, and sister and we also took Ruger (Diesel has been super sick) and we had such a good time. I haven't been camping in such a long time, and it was good to get out of town and breathe in &lt;em&gt;fresh mountain air&lt;/em&gt;. Lately I've been on such a nature picture taking spree and this place was prime to take awesome shots. I felt bad, I hardly got any pics of the family, but 100+ of the nature surrounding us! Haha, next time. We explored trails a little on the 4 wheeler, sat around the camp fire and roasted &lt;strong&gt;starbursts &lt;/strong&gt;(yes I said starbursts...) and choco/vanilla marshmellows (a little piece of heaven I'm sure of it), and ate some awesome dutch oven food (my fav!). Here is a few pictures of the surrounding area and the family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SqaWLZhnMgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xNzD-xwawnM/s1600-h/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379151927515230722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SqaWLZhnMgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xNzD-xwawnM/s320/DSC00628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me.. Being, well, me :] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SqaWK1v6mEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wTvjRGqM3LA/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379151917911545922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SqaWK1v6mEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wTvjRGqM3LA/s320/DSC00578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott's sister Sadie and Ruger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SqaWKIM207I/AAAAAAAAAJw/eDX1l5QKhF4/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379151905684902834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SqaWKIM207I/AAAAAAAAAJw/eDX1l5QKhF4/s320/DSC00543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SqaWJpnKZhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/0FANY3QE2Ts/s1600-h/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379151897473738258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SqaWJpnKZhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/0FANY3QE2Ts/s320/DSC00528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SqaWJFh_xiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JYJnMcSjO5I/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379151887788394018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SqaWJFh_xiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JYJnMcSjO5I/s320/DSC00521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cutting fire wood was dangerous. Haha&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/6611800308591930577-1142922634335787636?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/1142922634335787636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/09/cub-river.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1142922634335787636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1142922634335787636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/09/cub-river.html' title='Cub River'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SqaWLZhnMgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xNzD-xwawnM/s72-c/DSC00628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-6325808957284163997</id><published>2009-09-08T11:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:19:36.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just about that time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SqaQSxCWgFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/D91djQMzRp0/s1600-h/DSC00508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379145457015881810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SqaQSxCWgFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/D91djQMzRp0/s320/DSC00508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I seriously get so pumped for that &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; colored leaf on the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love everything about fall; the smells, the colors, the crisp morning air, the sweaters and layers, the fod...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could go on and on about how much I love fall. My most favorite thing about the fall is going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to Logan Canyon. We would always take my Grandma Hazel up there so she could get out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and see all the colors and just to be able to spend time with her. We haven't been in 2 years, last year was too hard to face the fact she wouldn't be coming with us and the year before that, she was so weak and couldn't make the trip. We decided we would go up this year when the colors reach their peak, for her. If you've never been, go! It is such a beautiful drive and there are little spots you can stop; by the lake and by a mountain spring, and just enjoy nature for a moment! It's a perfect spot for taking awesome outdoor shots as well (this picture isn't from there :]).&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/6611800308591930577-6325808957284163997?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/6325808957284163997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-just-about-that-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/6325808957284163997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/6325808957284163997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-just-about-that-time.html' title='It&apos;s just about that time...'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SqaQSxCWgFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/D91djQMzRp0/s72-c/DSC00508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-2397168369303432529</id><published>2009-09-01T10:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:54:20.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Swing of Things</title><content type='html'>As everyone knows, ISU started last week and that of course means everyone is back to the hustle and bustle of school life. Life back at school means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleepless nights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sore backs from carrying 20 books around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Super sore wrists from countless hours of note taking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer is offically gone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Page after page of text&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exams ('nuff said)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;20 page papers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study groups&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOOKING FORWARD TO THANKSGIVING BREAK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't believe we even had a summer this year... Summer flies by quicker and quicker as I get older. I was thinking the other day &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Why is it that when I was a kid all I wanted to do was GROW UP; I wanted to drive, I wanted to stay up late, and go to college. Now, all I want to do is be little again. Why was I in such a hurry to grow up??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm sure all of you can relate, yeah getting older has its perks, but does anything beat having your mom and dad drive you around town? Playing with your friends whenever you wanted? No bills? Basically, no worries, except for what the boy down the street thinks of you or what you're going to wear the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My nephew said to me the other day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T: Mawen, I lub school... I get 3 play times a day!! One in the mowning (morning), after lunch and right before we go home!! How many do you get?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M: Baby, Maren is at big kid school, we don't get play times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T: (distraught) What?! Why would they do that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M: Well, when you get older, you just don't get those at school. They think because you are bigger you don't need play times outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T:Uh, well..... I think everyone should get play times outside...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, the world through an almost 7 yr old eyes are priceless. I couldn't agree more about getting play breaks inbetween class, but... not everyone sees it like me and Tanner :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good luck to everyone who is back to school. Keep motivated and stay positive!&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/6611800308591930577-2397168369303432529?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/2397168369303432529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/09/swing-of-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/2397168369303432529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/2397168369303432529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/09/swing-of-things.html' title='The Swing of Things'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-4796276043231399473</id><published>2009-08-25T13:46:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:21:13.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diller Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I think the pictures speak for themselves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the wedding turned out &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Congrats Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373997700777852626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SpRGb6qhPtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/srurFzwjTHE/s320/DSC01992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373991660101802338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SpRA8TZHmWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/tVGqht9RvwA/s320/DSC01993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373992515437782530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SpRBuFxG5gI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BQcoko1vpoc/s320/DSC02012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373994803227380962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SpRDzQcpzOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bRv--qDrUqI/s320/DSC02036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373996286875273794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SpRFJnd4CkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LQtFwC_bdHU/s320/DSC02053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 351px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373993091914251938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SpRCPpTzvqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FoX7KZvYNXw/s320/DSC02038.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373998713952560786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SpRHW5CMZpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ajji7JlB1N4/s320/DSC02055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373997709470794098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SpRGcbDFAXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Sk5rRXjCDEU/s320/DSC02061.JPG" /&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/6611800308591930577-4796276043231399473?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/4796276043231399473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/08/diller-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4796276043231399473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4796276043231399473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/08/diller-wedding.html' title='Diller Wedding'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SpRGb6qhPtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/srurFzwjTHE/s72-c/DSC01992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-3868735574024936897</id><published>2009-08-21T12:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:58:47.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Here.....!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/So7tvrGFCNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Xsu-qV50WiE/s1600-h/13153%2520001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372492808777435346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/So7tvrGFCNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Xsu-qV50WiE/s320/13153%2520001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We finally got our 5th Wheel! I am so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STOKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to go camping it's sickening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camping in the wilderness is rough....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-3868735574024936897?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/3868735574024936897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3868735574024936897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3868735574024936897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here.....!!'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/So7tvrGFCNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Xsu-qV50WiE/s72-c/13153%2520001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-7547179337497017110</id><published>2009-08-18T13:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:44:43.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; No folks, I am not pregnant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We got a new puppy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just what we needed right, another dog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His name is RUGER and he is about 13 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As far as we know, he is straight black lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone dumped this sweetie off at NOP park, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all but straved to death and way thirsty (he was 10 weeks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and I couldn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;resist but to bring him home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lucky for us, he is beyond smart and lovey for being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dumped off to fend for himself. And even better news,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Diesel LOVES him, except when he gets in the way of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Scott and son" time - Diesel ain't havin' that :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here he is.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371391262450371394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SosD5PP9y0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/g40ICeR3dRU/s320/DSC01985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/6611800308591930577-7547179337497017110?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/7547179337497017110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-addition.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7547179337497017110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7547179337497017110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-addition.html' title='A New Addition'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SosD5PP9y0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/g40ICeR3dRU/s72-c/DSC01985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-1286245471816345192</id><published>2009-08-15T14:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:59:00.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please come to an end.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had sooo many of our friends get married this summer, it's been crazy! One every other week since June. The final wedding of the season ends (I think) with my BFF Hilairy getting married on the beach of Bear Lake, Aug. 22. I don't know how many of you know this, but I am a party planning fool! Ha. I was lucky enough to be the 'Wedding Planner' for this beauty and cannot wait to see the final results. It was a quick 3 months to plan and get everything done, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm doing centerpieces for the tables, as well as program/fans for each chair. (We are hoping the weather is 90 like any typical Aug. would be)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370295790479062834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SocfkYJHtzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-869PXWK7Bs/s320/IMG00349.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a front view of the fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next weekend will be spent in Bear Lake getting all the last minute things together, when It's all set up I will for sure take photos so you can see my work. Lets cross our fingers it turns out as good as I see it in my mind, and that the weather is warm too :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-1286245471816345192?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/1286245471816345192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-season.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1286245471816345192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1286245471816345192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-season.html' title='Wedding Season'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SocfkYJHtzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-869PXWK7Bs/s72-c/IMG00349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-2692368576039111544</id><published>2009-08-07T12:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:09:45.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happy List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I saw this on Stacy's blog and thought we all need a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;reminder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;of what makes up happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I'm going to make my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Thanks Stac!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Childrens Hymns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There isn't anything that calms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my soul like Primary songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &amp;amp; Scott time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Working 2 jobs, school starting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and him leaving town next week makes me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cherish 'our' time to be together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diesel snoring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Random, yes, but I can't help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but giggle a little when I wake up in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;middle of the night to that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOUD rumble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanner &amp;amp; Talon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My heart swells everytime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get a phone call or a card and a big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I love you" from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memories/Photos of my Grandma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My time with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her was short in my eyes, but I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;great memories and pictures of her for always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fresh shaved legs on clean sheets hung outside&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way they slide right to the coldest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;part of the bed on a hot summer night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You ladies know what I'm talking about :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girls Nights&lt;/strong&gt;. It's so refreshing to go and spend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an evening with them and laugh for hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about nothing in particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autumn&lt;/strong&gt;. (Since today has &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; feel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The smell of dried leaves and the abudance of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;colors on the hills surrounding our sleepy town,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that cool, crisp breeze. Aww, come fall, please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A New Cookbook&lt;/strong&gt;. I love cracking open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a fresh new cookbook and looking for recipes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that are totally different or have a new spin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on an old favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Notes From Scott.&lt;/strong&gt; Stuffed in my purse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or under the windshield wiper when I'm at work/school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing he takes the extra effort to let me know he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loves me and is thinking about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So there is my list of 10 things that make me happy. I could have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gone on and on, but I hit on the most important. I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;challange you to make your own happy list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like I said, in a world as busy as the one we live in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we all need a small reminder of what keeps us going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on a daily basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-2692368576039111544?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/2692368576039111544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-happy-list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/2692368576039111544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/2692368576039111544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-happy-list.html' title='My Happy List'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-3368863116944868397</id><published>2009-08-01T10:33:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:20:48.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nephews &amp; Ross Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There isn't anything more I love than spending time with my sweet little nephews and summer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to them isn't summer at all if 'their Mawen' (said in the sweetest 3 yr old voice) isn't taking them to Ross Park. Working 2 jobs has totally killed our fun time, but I was lucky enough to get a day off in the middle of the week and took these 2 to the pool. We had a blast playing in the water, with the toys and kids, and drinking slushies all day. My friend Courney, and my Mom came with us and we just soaked up the sun while the boys played. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a little about each of the boys:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*The 'baby'-Talon is almost 3 and is a TERROR. He is fearless. He has the cutest, tough guy personality, and very rarely can you get a love outta this kid. But when you do, watch out, he'll snuggle you to death. He was the littlest baby and you would never know that by how big he is now. He has the most Indian in him for sure (both of my boys are part Souix); dark skin, dark eyes and (curly) hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Tanner will be 7 in Oct. and my heart breaks everytime I think of him going into the first grade. Wasn't it yesterday I was rocking him to sleep in his nursery? He is the complete opposite from the little guy. Tanner is so so so sensitive and loves to give you loves. He has the best giggle in the entire world, and eyelashes that will put any girl to shame. I'm so glad he thinks girls ('except my mom, you Maren, Grammy Honey.....") are yucky. Because the second he realizes they're not, I will be at his door beating them off with sticks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SnRvQS0EkoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/78IhYzcfNuQ/s1600-h/DSC01888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365035381823935106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SnRvQS0EkoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/78IhYzcfNuQ/s320/DSC01888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me, Courtney, and Tanner, just hanging out at the kiddie pool soaking our feet. :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365035260654081714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SnRvJPa7VrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MGsdliHoAL0/s320/DSC01882.JPG" /&gt;Talon, after he went down the slide, yelling, 'did ew see dat Mawen?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SnRvq4nxa7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/GjMAzPveWZk/s1600-h/DSC01918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365035838649494450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SnRvq4nxa7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/GjMAzPveWZk/s320/DSC01918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the 3 of us, getting ready to head back home.&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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As we packed our stuff up and got ready to go home, Talon grabs my leg and says 'Mawen, shanks for taking me and big browver to da poow' (Translation: Maren, thanks for taking me and Tanner to the pool) Melt your heart out! He had his arms up and gave me a little pat on the back (his hugs) and a kissy. After I dropped them off and was getting ready to leave, Tanner says to me, "Maren, I know you got two yobs (jobs) but when do you think we can do that again?" I told him I had two days off next week, and he says "If I'm good and my Mom says so, can you take us again?" Of course Tan Man... So I think we'll be going again next week!&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/6611800308591930577-3368863116944868397?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/3368863116944868397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-nephews-ross-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3368863116944868397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3368863116944868397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-nephews-ross-park.html' title='My Nephews &amp; Ross Park'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SnRvQS0EkoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/78IhYzcfNuQ/s72-c/DSC01888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-593241642672665379</id><published>2009-07-24T16:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:22:35.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life Of....</title><content type='html'>A conversation I was having with Scott the other night while cooking outside on the grill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: (said to Scott while he was texting his friend) You sure are a popular guy tonight&lt;br /&gt;S: Yeah, I'm kind of a big deal (straight faced)&lt;br /&gt;Later on that night..&lt;br /&gt;M:Good grief, chatty Cathy, what could you possibly be talking about still?&lt;br /&gt;S: Man stuff, you just wouldn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To most, this stuff is not as amusing to you as it is to me. Scott is so serious; he's all business, all the time. But once in a while I can catch him in a mild hyper stuper. This is just a sample of the funny crap he comes up with. I'll have to remember and write some of it down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-593241642672665379?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/593241642672665379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-life-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/593241642672665379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/593241642672665379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-life-of.html' title='A Day In The Life Of....'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-1612265635754203289</id><published>2009-07-21T16:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:54:25.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Lovin'</title><content type='html'>So I've never 'loooved' America's favorite past time, but I've never hated it either. This last week, Scott got an offer to play on 3 of his buddy's softball teams, and he took it. When he was younger, the kid LOVED baseball, so he was super pumped to play (and drink (ha ha)) with his friends. He had a little 'warm-up' game Thursday with his friend Mike, but the real fun start Sat &amp;amp; Sun. This weekend was tourneys and they had two games to play Saturday, well, they lost both.. One was an all out slaughter and the other was pretty close :] As I sat watching Scott play, I couldn't help but think &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; this is the life!&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't come up with any thing more I wanted, it was right in front of me.. Scott, reduced sodium sunflower seeds, our easy up, the sound of bats cracking. It was so much fun. Even though he lost, Scott loved every minute of it. The conciliation game was at 9am Sunday morning, and when Scott got up, his right leg was all but dead. But, since he is a mans man, he played through it. Poor guys lost AGAIN! As we were packing up another team was a man down and asked Scott to play, so he did it! It meant a lot to Scott as we started walking to the other field, the whole team packed up their stuff and brought it to the field Scott was playing at to watch him. Scott has such good friends, really! Most yelled louder than I did for him (and we all know how loud I am, ha ha). Even though none of the teams Scott played for won (the last game they lost by 1 point, if they would have had last 'at bat' they would have won) he had such a good time. So much in fact, he wants to start up a team next year and play! Ha ha. So if anyone wants to play, you let us know and we'll sign ya up. Hopefully we having a winning year next go around! Scott was hurtin' big time later Sunday and still today, to the point we decided he has pulled a quad muscle! So we've been icing that up and wrapping it. Hopefully he'll have a speedy recovery :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a few photos from the games:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361048047651700338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SmZEy5gUvnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8KYDqLmTJpM/s320/DSC01859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361047491620116882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SmZESiIEGZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BbDXF4V7MTI/s320/DSC01860.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361048527956196834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SmZFO2x1veI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X_ej2wd6vrY/s320/DSC01867.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361049864688213362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SmZGcqflnXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B43YaZ9HuGU/s320/DSC01870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6611800308591930577-1612265635754203289?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/1612265635754203289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/07/baseball-lovin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1612265635754203289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/1612265635754203289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/07/baseball-lovin.html' title='Baseball Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SmZEy5gUvnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8KYDqLmTJpM/s72-c/DSC01859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-4618418740765458699</id><published>2009-07-16T17:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:09:05.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On a side note</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, I forgot... Remember my ranting about not being able to change my friggin' layout from these stupid, pre-made ones...? Well, I still CANT! There is no little tab thingy that says layout, it is completely GONE. Serious. I need some serious computer instruction, pronto :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-4618418740765458699?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/4618418740765458699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-side-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4618418740765458699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4618418740765458699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-side-note.html' title='On a side note'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-172650210646958826</id><published>2009-07-16T16:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:55:48.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>You know when you get to "that" point when you NEED a vacation? I am so there. Working 2 jobs and stressing about school starting in a month, Scott and his never ending work routine, not to mention the daily stress life so kindly and considerately brings... The crap never ends, it never goes away. We've been talking about going to Cody, Wy to see the Buffalo Bill museum there and the first weekend in Aug they are having a massive hot air balloon festival.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359194988460129842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sl-vcqE4PjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zW7kkv-b_eM/s320/HotAirBalloon.jpg" /&gt;I think, if only for a moment, at that sight all my stresses could disapear.. If only for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-172650210646958826?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/172650210646958826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/172650210646958826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/172650210646958826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sl-vcqE4PjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zW7kkv-b_eM/s72-c/HotAirBalloon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-4354159120921353713</id><published>2009-06-27T14:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:04:14.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A big orange ball?</title><content type='html'>In case everyone forgot, myself included, that big orange (yellow, maybe) ball of gas in the sky is the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am sick to death of the rain (how about the flooding yesterday. Really? I mean, REALLY?!) and I hope it stays away for a while now. Let's celebrate the sun and the nice weather for a change! I cannot believe we went the month of June with like 5 days of sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't been up to a whole lot, since the weather has seriously killed our summer plans. I've picked up a second job (I haven't figured out why yet) at TJ Maxx and it keeps me so so so busy. I shouldn't complain b/c so many Americans can't find one job, let alone two. Scott is getting ready to go outta town for the summer (boo) starting in July. So he's been keeping busy at work, which is also a blessing. Out of town work sucks, but at least he has a job. He's been lucky enough to get a job and have the company really appreciate a 23 year old kid for the hard, dedicated worker he is. The economy has really taken its rath out on everyone, and the construction industry is not in the best shape either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated my Dad's 50th birthday yesterday with a surprise party. We had about 40-45 people show; family, friends, co-workers. He had such a nice time, and the turn out was more than he and I could have ever expected. It's hard to keep anything from my dad, he has very good instincts when something is going on, but for once, I finally was able to get this whole thing past him! yahoo for me :] When you get the Christensen clan together, there is bound to be good food (lots and lots), good friends, and good times. So, Happy 5-0 Daddy, love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-4354159120921353713?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/4354159120921353713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-orange-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4354159120921353713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4354159120921353713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-orange-ball.html' title='A big orange ball?'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-4205053907533868269</id><published>2009-06-02T10:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:38:47.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Missing Something.....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Okay, I feel like an ubber moron right now, but I'm trying to change my layout, and there is no layout tab?! Just templates...! I don't want one of Bloggers, I want a third party layout! Any tips, suggestions would be appreciated! Haha :] After I get this task completed, someone will have to tell me how to make those freakin' cute banner thingys...&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/6611800308591930577-4205053907533868269?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/4205053907533868269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-i-missing-something.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4205053907533868269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4205053907533868269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-i-missing-something.html' title='Am I Missing Something.....?'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-4655772225915564901</id><published>2009-05-29T13:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:37:31.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>23 Years Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;My very best friend in the whole entire world had a birthday Tuesday, I didn't forget with my last post, I just wanted to give him one of his own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341332072382791746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SiA5OGHHAEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-z8n3bGmRUc/s320/IMG00224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Scott and I are 5 days apart, he turned 23 years old on the 26th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Love, I hope you had a good day; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;even though you had to work, Grandma was in the hospital,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and I was gone. I look forward to having 80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;more birthdays with you and reminding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you I'm still younger :]&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/6611800308591930577-4655772225915564901?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/4655772225915564901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/05/23-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4655772225915564901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4655772225915564901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/05/23-years-ago.html' title='23 Years Ago'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SiA5OGHHAEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-z8n3bGmRUc/s72-c/IMG00224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-2312311103990820155</id><published>2009-05-27T15:13:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:34:28.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TaYLoR sWiFt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; 3 of my fabulous girl friends went and saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taylor Swift &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yesterday in SLC!! It was SUCH a blast, the girl can put on an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMAZING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; show!! Kellie Pickler was suppose to do one of the opening acts, but got sick, so Gloriana opend for her. They sing 'Wild at Heart' (sooo good). They were awesome as well. The show was 3 1/2 hours and totally worth it. I would see her again. Here are a couple of photos; the ones of Taylor are a little blury...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340616347380500130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sh2uRatCRqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Y69-oyrUvAU/s320/DSC01588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340618288021128674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sh2wCYJ0ReI/AAAAAAAAAEk/irjtdNKAx54/s320/DSC01621.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340619792147517762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sh2xZ7dfkUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/24w7lO3kXzs/s320/DSC01649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Also, on a not nearly as happy note.. I spent the first half of the day yesterday in the ICU with my Grandma Honey-she had a mild heart attack. It was really upsetting (obviously) seeing her hooked up to random cords and listening to the doctors talk about the damage to her heart. She is in good spirits today, talking and laughing (she wanted to know if her hair looked okay), so we are hoping for a fast recovery. I couldn't handle losing my only grandparent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/6611800308591930577-2312311103990820155?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/2312311103990820155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/05/taylor-swift.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/2312311103990820155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/2312311103990820155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/05/taylor-swift.html' title='TaYLoR sWiFt'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Sh2uRatCRqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Y69-oyrUvAU/s72-c/DSC01588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-3222000420020670225</id><published>2009-05-21T13:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:59:15.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Day in History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;On this day in 1987, Sandy and Mark Christensen brought into this world a brand new baby girl.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338366754892765634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/ShWwR5ojWcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Bv5a1pwLc90/s320/Mom+and+Dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks Mom and Dad, I owe you one :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I turn 22, where has the time gone? Honestly, I can remember b-day parties with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;clowns, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lots and lots of friends, cake/ice cream, the works. Birthdays aren't nearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as much fun now. My next milestone...... 30? Ew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Mom, Dad, Grandma Honey, Scott &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are going to IF tonight to eat at the Olive Garden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my FAV) and go to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Titanic exhibit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A pretty simple, easy going day- for a pretty simple, easy going gal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/6611800308591930577-3222000420020670225?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/3222000420020670225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-day-in-history.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3222000420020670225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3222000420020670225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-day-in-history.html' title='This Day in History'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/ShWwR5ojWcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Bv5a1pwLc90/s72-c/Mom+and+Dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-5845221344577282745</id><published>2009-05-13T12:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:43:10.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Late Mother's Day Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SgsSXQvZCmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/s86TYl2mioE/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335378374390516322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SgsSXQvZCmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/s86TYl2mioE/s320/DSC00296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a few days late, but I just wanted to wish my mom another Happy Mother's Day. I am bias, since she is my Mother, but I think I have the greatest Mom ever. There isn't a time I can't think of that she wasn't there for whatever it was I was doing that day; dance pictures/competitions/recitals/practice (the list could go on and on for dance), every soccer game, pagent and what have you. If I said walk, she would run to whatever it was I had going. If I grow up to be half the mother she is, I'd say I'll be in a pretty good spot.  A few things my mom has taught me over the years:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Pick your nose and it will get stuck up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. You keep pulling that face and it will be a face only a mother could love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Because I'm the mommy, that's why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. You better shut your mouth and eat those beans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I'm going to knock you into next week if you keep that up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. If you break your neck, your not coming to the store with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Stick your tongue out one more time, and I'll cut it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Don't make me pull out the wooden spoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Keep crying and I'll give you something to cry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, my favorite......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I love you to the moon and back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How she kept her sanity over these last 22 years is beyond me. I wasn't the easiest of kids to raise, that's probably why I'm the only one, and I had a lot going as a kid, but she has taught me everything I know. Not everyone can say they have a relationship with their mother like I have with mine. I'm so blessed Heavenly Father picked her to raise me. She is my best friend and my hero. Happy (Late) Mother's Day Mommy, I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-5845221344577282745?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/5845221344577282745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/05/late-mothers-day-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/5845221344577282745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/5845221344577282745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/05/late-mothers-day-wish.html' title='A Late Mother&apos;s Day Wish'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SgsSXQvZCmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/s86TYl2mioE/s72-c/DSC00296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-7983249902793471541</id><published>2009-05-04T12:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:03:47.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had to write and brag a little today, I finished my last final today!! Oh, what a relief! I didn't have anything over the top difficult this semester, thank goodness, but it's still a lot of stress. And most of the time, I can become somewhat of a hag! Scott was smart and headed to St. Anthony to do some 4 wheeler riding on Saturday, so I was looking forward to getting lots done... Basically I got nothing done, my aunt came up from Twin to visit! So that made it even worse and added to the already built up stress. I'm amazed at how  thesmallest of things can bother you when you are under a TON of stress. And this weekend wasn't my finest. I'm so lucky I have Scott to help me through things, he's so level headed and rarely shows his flaws. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We've decided to make BIG life change for ourselves, to better us as individuals and as a couple. I'm looking forward to removing the negative things in our life and replacing them with something better, something more fulfilling. Don't ask me just yet what those things are though :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I can't help but remember things I was taught in Primary that I've known, but never paid attention to until I really needed it, pick your friends wisely! Scott and I go through these vaule changes often, our needs and desires change, and we re-evaluate whats around us. It's hard to let go sometimes, but it's for the better. We will be better because of it. So to you, good riddens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to those of you who are taking finals! It's just one step closed to summer vaca!! (Now we just need some good weather!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-7983249902793471541?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/7983249902793471541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-finished.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7983249902793471541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/7983249902793471541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-finished.html' title='I&apos;m finished'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-8099264367272189548</id><published>2009-04-30T16:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:38:44.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heritage Makers</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post today! I wanted everyone to know I will be selling Hertiage Makers, it's a fully digital scrapbook that can be done through their web site. All you do is pick pre-made templates (or create your own) and scan in your photos! It's a huge help to busy college students, mothers, and so on (Oprah is a HUGE fan and has mentioned it on her show numerous times!!). It makes a perfect, personalized gift as well! It's not only a scrapbook/story book company; you can make personalized cards, announcement (graduation, wedding, baby), cookbooks, calenders, planners, prints and canvases! Check out their web-site for more information &lt;a href="http://www.heritagemakers.com/"&gt;www.heritagemakers.com&lt;/a&gt; or contact me (547-7270) if you have any questions/comments or are interested in starting a project!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-8099264367272189548?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/8099264367272189548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/04/heritage-makers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/8099264367272189548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/8099264367272189548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/04/heritage-makers.html' title='Heritage Makers'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-6382853045734481752</id><published>2009-04-23T12:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:32:08.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeanealie Kathy</title><content type='html'>So, my amazing friend Danielle had her first baby yesterday, my first little niece!!! Everyone has been having boys and I was soooo excited when I found out I would &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FINALLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;have a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;little girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to foo foo up! Her name is Jeanealie (Ja-Nay-Lee) Kathy. Her poor mother was in labor with her for 28 HOURS (!!!!) but she finally came yesterday at 3:31pm, was 6lbs even and 19 1/2 inches long. Here are a couple photos:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327955589755810290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SfCzYVJzsfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jG7Mon4ZUlg/s320/IMG00189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327955344198675410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SfCzKCYbK9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lI5zoFOvHpA/s320/IMG00195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327956060883643618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SfCzzwPb7OI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iAQUCY_cgVo/s320/IMG00194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-6382853045734481752?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/6382853045734481752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/04/jeanealie-kathy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/6382853045734481752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/6382853045734481752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/04/jeanealie-kathy.html' title='Jeanealie Kathy'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SfCzYVJzsfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jG7Mon4ZUlg/s72-c/IMG00189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-4870951161407641899</id><published>2009-04-21T16:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:44:11.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So last Monday, I had everything done I needed to have done; homework, spring cleaning the closet, dishes, and what have you... So I was sitting around and thought "I'm going to go to Wal Mart and roam the hair color isle" So I did, and this is what happened.......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327278366794891842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Se5LcxBuwkI/AAAAAAAAADk/dzQvdxU1LV4/s320/3241_508914559383_40202227_30286821_972673_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been wanting to go dark FOREVER and finally worked up the courage! I love it, I really do. And I must give a shout out to my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMAZING &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;boyfriend, Scott did it all! I just sat on the toliet seat hoping I wasn't making a huge mistake. I, for certain, have a keeper!!&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/6611800308591930577-4870951161407641899?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/4870951161407641899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/04/change-is-in-air.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4870951161407641899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4870951161407641899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/04/change-is-in-air.html' title='Change is in the air'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/Se5LcxBuwkI/AAAAAAAAADk/dzQvdxU1LV4/s72-c/3241_508914559383_40202227_30286821_972673_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-4246538108875173565</id><published>2009-04-02T10:04:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:36:02.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320126444337200482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SdTi0FrhfWI/AAAAAAAAADM/K67biTXcZsE/s320/Grandma63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Day I was blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320125879620872450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SdTiTN8qKQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QRcO-Ti3g8Q/s320/Grandma7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My First Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320126034589864162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SdTicPQJUOI/AAAAAAAAADE/l0nRRpIbX_I/s320/Grandma20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idaho Falls Temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320126708013317106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SdTjDb8zu_I/AAAAAAAAADU/lLDaN5CnPP4/s320/Grandma13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Christmas 2007, Our Last Christmas&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 align="left"&gt;Today is a really sad day for me, it's been a year my Grandma Hazel has been gone. She is my Mother's Mother, and one of two grandparents I had. I've lost plenty of people on my life, it seems like i've grown up going to funerals since I was in First Grade, but none of them hit me like losing my Grandma. She was my silent support. Never getting mad when I failed a test, never judged when I didn't go to church. She always told me she was proud of me no matter what I did and that she knew I would overcome whatever it was I was struggling with. She was the one who would send a little yellow post-it note to me just to tell me she loved me. She never missed a dance competion, a birthday party, a church or school function. She's the one who always knew how to make life better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't realize what I would miss out on in a year without her. She wasn't there to call when I passed a test, or to tell her I got into my program, there were no birthday or Christmas cards, no more little yellow post-its. I never realized how much I would miss her little white house with green shutters in Downey. I miss going to Flags West every Sunday and listening to her order Hot Breaded Veil with Mashed and Brown Gravy. My life has a constant void without her telling me it'll be okay. Telling me how much she loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm still in the stage where I'm mad. Mad that I'm the only Grandchild she won't get to see get married, she won't get to see me graduate college, and she won't get to see my babies. I know she'll &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; there, but it's not the same. I miss her so much and my heart is still so heavy from losing her. It will take time to realize I need to progress forward and realize time will always heal the pain. I am so lucky I am a member of &lt;strong&gt;The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints&lt;/strong&gt; and that I know I will be able to see my Grandma again. I'm so lucky God has set a plan for us and that in time we will be reunited. It is through H&lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; great love and sacrifice he knows the pain I have felt this last year and for the rest of my life will feel, it is through &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt; I will seek comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you Grammy, and I'll love you for always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320132159669100434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SdToAw81X5I/AAAAAAAAADc/C7-ORknxv6s/s320/Grandma65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PS: Breast Cancer is a silent killer. Please, Please check yourself often and pass along the advice to your Mothers, Aunts, and any other women important to you to get Mamograms. Cancer is like a Dandelion seed, you never know where the wind will take it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-4246538108875173565?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/4246538108875173565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4246538108875173565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/4246538108875173565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-year.html' title='One Year....'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SdTi0FrhfWI/AAAAAAAAADM/K67biTXcZsE/s72-c/Grandma63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-9066701364549733481</id><published>2009-03-24T14:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:25:23.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;According to the calendar, it's suppose to be spring... Could have fooled me! I woke up yesterday to 5 inches of snow. I almost died! I had all these plans for being outside, and instead that turned into shoveling! Diesel love loves the snow, he's such a cool weather dog. He literally throws himself into piles and just rolls around. You can hardly shovel b/c he's right in front of you eating what he can before you throw it! He's so funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's also my spring break; no big plans this year! One of my professors was so kind and made a 5 page research paper due the day we come back. Special, right?! So I've just been working at the shoppe and doing a little homework. I was thinking back to the last time I really went somewhere on spring break and it has been &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Years!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; My dads side of the family took a trip to the Grand Canyon in 2004. I can't believe it's been that long. I loved that trip; my Dad and I took a helicopter into the Canyon. What an &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amazing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Almost 2 weeks ago Scott and I took a little trip with our friends to West Yellowstone for a snow expo there. We left early Saturday morning and stayed over. We had so much fun. It was a much needed gettaway with some good friends of ours. We got to meet some pro snowmobilers (from Octane Addictions/SledNX, if anyone knows what that is) and they autographed a sled we bought from them. The weather was perfect Saturday, but we woke up to a blizzard Sunday and had to drive home in it. Luckily, the farther we got into Idaho, the weather cleared up. Here's a few pictures......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316866827429634546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SclONacAYfI/AAAAAAAAACs/75ZbjKXiSVk/s320/l_e161da87ea8c487bb2bb13b13e5e5fab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                   Me &amp;amp; Scott :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316866656659638098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SclODeRRB1I/AAAAAAAAACc/ZgZ1vK8buRY/s320/l_5e5c9e02d21c4fbebd919b39fc3c9005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                              This is the whole group&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316866759999785122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SclOJfPeiKI/AAAAAAAAACk/qZM7oopVg4c/s320/l_9c4dd6bb093a4e9e976c1fa5ffc55170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                        The OA Boys- Sam Rogers &amp;amp; Kourtney Hungerford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just a quick update on Scott's hand; it is healing up nicely! Thank God. He is so lucky. He thinks it's no big deal, but I was real worried he wouldn't have any movement/feeling in it. He had to go the the plastic surgeon one more time and we won't have to go back until the nail grow in (7-8 months) to make sure everything is okay. He also went to the therapist for range of motion, it's not 100% but he'll be able to function normally. All in all, things turned out pretty good I think! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think that's it for now! Happy Spring, maybe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-9066701364549733481?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/9066701364549733481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/9066701364549733481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/9066701364549733481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring.html' title='Spring...?'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmlG9z2m6nk/SclONacAYfI/AAAAAAAAACs/75ZbjKXiSVk/s72-c/l_e161da87ea8c487bb2bb13b13e5e5fab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-3363777517822009426</id><published>2009-02-23T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:38:45.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You did what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I have a pretty easy job schedule, I only work 2 days a week and I don't have to be there till 11am. So I sleep in on those 2 lucky days and Scott knows not to call and interrupt. So I knew something was up when I got a phone call at 8:30 from him. He had this different tone in his voice when he asked me what I was doing. I was still half asleep when I told him I was in the middle of a dream and wanted to know what the heck he was doing calling me (so nice, right??) He proceeded to tell me he was on his way to the hospital. He's pulled this kind of BS before so I wasn't exactly sold on the idea and let him know that. But then he started to tell me how he had smashed his hand in a fork lift and was getting it looked at... I immediatly woke up and a gazillion things started running through my head, over zealous 'wife' I am. I don't know if any of you are familiar with Work Med, it's a off thing of the hospital that Scott's company takes their medical needs to first. So when he got there they told him they were going to transfer him to the ER at Portneuf. It was snowing last Tuesday, but I made it there in all of 10 minutes, and we live decently far from there. So I'm hanging out in the ER, freaking out about the damages. I was getting a little more nervous when he wasn't showing up so I called him, I guess the people at WorkMed (sorry if any of you know someone who works there!) are a little slow at processing things. They decided NOT to send him to the ER, but to send him to Rocky Mnt. Surgery Center for immediate surgery... I felt like such a tard for watching the Price Is Right in the ER for a good 45 minutes... So I ran over to Dr. Willis (A plastic surgeon here in town) office to fill out some medical forms for Scott while he was in route to the Surgery Center. I still hadn't seen him OR the damages. By the time I got to RMSC, I was so frazzeled, I could have pulled my hair out. Some of you know Scott, some of you don't, he is not the kind of person who shows weakness. So he was all happy that his hand was mangled and bleeding and who know what else! We got in, filled out MORE PAPER WORK (don't ever get hurt on the job, all you do is fill out paper work) and they sent him right back to prep for surgery. We ended up filling out more paper work (Blah) and unwrapping the wound. It was horrible. I am not a blood person, Scott has said time and time again he really wants to be a Doctor, but couldn't sit through all the schooling, and he was totally impressed by the damages. I on the other hand about puked. So I said my goodbyes after they got him drugged up and away they wheeled him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To make a long story a little shorter, his surgery was an hour long and they were able to repair the damages, a few stitches and that was it. He really lucked out he didn't break anything and need pins. We find out tomorrow if he can even use the right index finger and check for any nerve damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't know about your husbands, but when mine gets a illness or something that restrict movement, he milks every possible thing out of it that he can! He acts like he's had a leg removed.. "Maren, I need this" or "Maren, can you get me something to eat/drink?" I don't know who is being punished more, me or him! What sucks the most is I'm having to cut his meat, and bathe him! He's not able to get that hand wet since it's bandaged and he's never had to use his left hand... Ever tried bathing a 6 foot tall man in a 4 foot baby tub?! So not cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-3363777517822009426?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/3363777517822009426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-did-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3363777517822009426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/3363777517822009426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-did-what.html' title='You did what?!'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-8899730804661458774</id><published>2009-02-10T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:58:04.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Jeremy Lusk</title><content type='html'>I just felt compelled to write today. I'm sure most of you know Scott and I are avid motocross participants and fans. Yesterday the world of MotoX lost a legend, Jeremy Lusk. He was severly injuried when doing a back flip hart attack indian air, he didn't complete his roatation and landed on the ground face first. He had a possible spinal cord injury as well as brain hemorraging. It's always sad when a tragedy like this happens. He was so dedicated to his work and really set the bar high for others in FMX. It makes me sad to think about the wife, family and friends he's left behind and to be grateful Scott doesn't do near as crazy of things Lusk did. MotoX isn't for the faint of heart, something I've always known. Scott and I have both had our share of brutal wrecks and crashes, next time we're out on the sand saftey will for sure be on our minds, as it always should be but sometimes isn't. I guess he left doing what he loves, it's tragic it had to be televised and in front of hundreds of thousands of fans, live and on TV. Although I never met him or even knew him personally it breaks my heart. God speed to him and his family is in my prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-8899730804661458774?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/8899730804661458774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/02/rip-jeremy-lusk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/8899730804661458774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/8899730804661458774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/02/rip-jeremy-lusk.html' title='RIP Jeremy Lusk'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-2517398748206300174</id><published>2009-01-27T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:34:10.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glance Forward &amp; Backward</title><content type='html'>So, I suppose while I sit at work I will update this thing. There for a while I wasn't updating it at ALL because I felt like such a loser since I had ZERO followers.. Haha. Who am I going to update? Myself? But since now I have like 3 friends (THANK YOU!) I'll try to stay ontop of what's going on with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Christmas was really good this year.  This was our first Christmas without our Grandma Hazel and Grandpa Alton, My Grandma passed away the 2nd of April and we lost Scott's Grandpa the very next day, so it wasn't exactly the same... We tried to keep our heads up and enjoy what we could. We had X-Mas Eve dinner with Scott's family and my Mom and Dad (and Diesel) in American Falls at my Dads. It was one of only a handful of times both our families have been together, so it was nice to sit and visit and exchange gifts. Christmas Day is always wild, running around from city to city making sure we see everyone. We spent half the day in Poky and the rest in McCammon. We all got spoiled, like usual. It's so nice to be able to spend the holidays with our families. We are super blessed everyone lives so close together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January so far has been pretty mellow, I am still in awe that it is the 27th already! Where has the time gone? I've started school again and so far it is a simple semester. Some big news for me..... &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; applied for the Health Ed Program! &lt;/strong&gt;I cannot wait to hear back, I've been beating around the bush and finally got the motivation I needed! Scott is very slowly getting back to work. The construction business as of now, is not booming- weather/economy. so, we are keeping our fingers crossed that the State releases some much needed road reapair bids so Scott can stay busy. He has taken a few weeks off and it has been super fun hanging out with him ALL THE TIME. I'm ready, as much as he is, for him to get back to the busy work of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Diesel Dog to the vet for a yr check up and he weighs in at 80lbs! Haha. He's a beast! He is so much fun though, I feel so whookee talking about my dog like a kid, but he really is! I haven't exactly mastered the adding pictures thing, so when I get a chance I'll post new ones of him and Scott and I. I guess that's all I've got for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-2517398748206300174?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/2517398748206300174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/01/glance-forward-backward.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/2517398748206300174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/2517398748206300174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2009/01/glance-forward-backward.html' title='A Glance Forward &amp; Backward'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611800308591930577.post-480366813298049607</id><published>2008-12-21T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:16:11.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog?</title><content type='html'>So, I've been creeping around BlogSpot for awhile now trying to decide if I wanted one of these things. I've done the MySpace and Facebook thing, both of which I'm addicted too, so why not have one more way of staying in contact with popele! I always have a good time reading the blogs of people I know and some that I don't know, i know it's kind of creeper... Most every one has a family or kids to talk about, but so far, it's just me, Scott, and Diesel, our Lab puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll give you a little inside in our life, I'm Maren. I'm 21 and am a life long resident of Pocatello,Idaho. I will never leave. This is home. It has so much to offer for being the small town that it is. I'm a full time student at ISU, majoring in Health Education and minoring in History. I just finished up with my... 8th semester and I should be done in a year and a half. I'm so excited, I cannot wait to be finished. When I'm not studying, I'm working. I'm an interior designer, I work for a locally owned small business in town. I LOVE IT. Design is a passion. It's such a release, I'm so grateful to love what I do. I would have gone into an interior design program, but fabulous ISU, doesn't offer the program. So, I had to pick a different road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott, my knight in shining armour. He is 22 and from McCammon. He is a Hot Plant operator, he makes 'liquid gold' also known as asphalt, he has been with Jack B. Parson for going on 5 years now. He loves it. He was born for a hands on position and this is a prime spot for it. He is an avid outdoors men. He loves the snow, the sand, and the dirt. He introduce me to my now favorite pass time of 4-wheeling! And was even so kind to buy me my OWN wheeler. He loves fixing stuff and working... He cannot sit still for one freakin' second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and I have been together, for 8 years, most of you haven't been married OR dated that long. I know, why aren't you two married yet?! Well, we both have a respect for education. Education is so much more important for us than being married. We'll be married a lifetime, the opportunity for an education may not always be around. So, my graduation gift, in a year and a half, is a HUGE 'Platinum Weddings', the TV show, type of wedding. It keeps me motivated to keep going and finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have Diesel, the newest member of the Nelson, my future last name, family. He is an 11 month of Lab puppy and also the light of our life! He is so super spoiled that it's sickening. We call him our first born, or Son, or Squirt.... Our families both refer to him as their 'Grand-DOG' Haha, love it! He has really made Scott and I realize we do want a family together because of how well we have rasied Diesel Dogg.. Sounds strange but it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I figure out how to add pictures and stuff I'll add some. I hope you like my little blog and I'll do my best to add stuff as we go. If I don't get on before Christmas, MERRY CHRISTMAS. What a blessed time of year. Beyond the lights and tinsel and toys, don't forget the real reason for the season. Christ. How lucky Scott and I are to both be members of the LDS church. We are so lucky to know of His Gospel and have that guidance in our lives. Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611800308591930577-480366813298049607?l=marenandscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/feeds/480366813298049607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/480366813298049607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611800308591930577/posts/default/480366813298049607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marenandscott.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog.html' title='A blog?'/><author><name>Maren &amp;amp; Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008808328277683414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Avxu9yqfts/Tjv3bv75TxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F3IIQ7XTyJY/s220/IMG00393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
